Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
An Xiaxia clenched her fists and looked away. “I won’t forgive you just because you apologized!”
Not every “sorry” would get an “it’s ok” in return.
“I’m not asking for your forgiveness. Keep hating me if you want to. At least that way… you’ll remember me.” It was getting harder for Mr. Song to breathe. “If there is a next life, I hope you won’t have a father like me.”
He began to drift in and out of consciousness and mumbled some incoherent words. An Xiaxia had to move closer to make out what he was saying. He was calling a name, “Ah Yue.”
Was that her mother?
An Xiaxia didn’t understand. Why would he utter Zhong Yue’s name on his deathbed?
Mr. Song’s condition was getting worse. Panicked, An Xiaxia pressed the button and a bunch of doctors and nurses rushed in right away. They promptly began to give Mr. Song emergency treatment.
An Xiaxia was pushed out of the ward and a pair of big hands caught her by the waist.
Sheng Yize led her to a bench in the corridor and sat her down. An Xiaxia buried her face in her palms, breaking into uncontrollable sobs.
“I don’t even like him. Why am I sad now that he’s going to die…” An Xiaxia’s shoulders quivered.
Sheng Yize patted her on the shoulder. “After all, he’s your father. It’s only normal that you feel sad.”
An Xiaxia leaned into his arms, choking with sobs.
Chu Zhiyun never showed up, but Song Qingwan came. She paced up and down outside the operating room, looking flustered. After seeing An Xiaxia, she ran up to her and asked anxiously, “How’s daddy now?”
Sheng Yize darted her a glance and raised an eyebrow.
Someone had gotten her out of the detention center?
Realizing that, Song Qingwan backed away nervously and her eyes shifted away as she smiled awkwardly. “Hello, brother-in-law…”
“I didn’t know Xiaxia had a sister.” Sheng Yize sneered, indicating that he wouldn’t recognize Song Qingwan as part of the family.
Song Qingwan was utterly embarrassed. She stood on her toes and looked into the distance for quite a while before Mr. Song’s assistant marched in, followed by a team of lawyers in suits.
She went up to them and asked without hesitation, “Mr. Nan, has my daddy changed his will? Is An Xiaxia going to inherit everything?”
Mr. Nan frowned and gave her a meaningful look. “Mr. Song’s life is hanging in the balance and the only thing you’re asking about is his will?”
“Of course I have to ask! Hey, are you giving me attitude?” Song Qingwan raised her chin arrogantly.
Mr. Nan chuckled. “I guess they’re right: the wearer knows where the shoe pinches. I feel sorry for Mr. Song!”
Judging by his attitude, Song Qingwan realized that the will had stayed the same. She stomped her foot angrily and ran up to An Xiaxia. “It’s all because of you! You took my man and you’re now taking my money! Even daddy likes you more! An Xiaxia, I hate you! I hate you more than anything else! Give me back my life!”
Sheng Yize said coldly, “Get out!”
Song Qingwan was never good at assessing the situation. Right now, all she could think of was that once Mr. Song was gone, not only would she lose her inheritance, she would also be forever seen as the illegitimate daughter. Driven by her rage, she pointed at An Xiaxia and let loose a torrent of abuse. “Bitch! Who knows if you’re really my daddy’s daughter or not?! Your mother slept with god knows how many men, so what does that make you? I should be the one inheriting everything…”
Sheng Yize couldn’t bear it anymore and was going to take action when An Xiaxia stopped him.
Wiping away her tears, An Xiaxia rose to her feet and slapped Song Qingwan without hesitation!
“I’d rather throw everything away than give it to you!”