"I'm sorry." Xu Qingran lowered her head dejectedly, tears welling up in her eyes, and the tip of her nose was sore: "But you don't have to give me the jade pendant. This was originally custom-made for you by my mother."

Song Qingyou didn't reach out to take it: "No, just pawn this jade pendant to get some money for Song Ning's surgery."

Xu Qingran froze: "...you know?"

It turns out she knows everything.

Xu Qingran finally knew the reason for avoiding seeing her these days.

She didn't ask why Song Qingyou knew Song Ning was sick but still pretended not to know clearly. Xu Qingran could understand Song Qingyou. If she were Song Qingyou, abandoned by her mother and turned herself into a tool of revenge, she found out in the end that things were not at all.

In this way, everyone in the Song family wanted her dead. Her mother and grandfather, who thought they would love her, ended up being selfish and abandoned her, while the other wanted to strangle her.

Xu Qingran has already gone crazy.

Song Qingyou is really strong inside, and Xu Qingran feels distressed and helpless.

She was not qualified to ask Song Qingyou to visit Song Ning in the hospital, let alone get to know her.

So she kept thinking about returning the jade pendant given to her by her mother, hoping that she would know that Song Ning also loved her.

But now that the jade pendant was actually returned to her and face to face with Song Qingyou, Xu Qingran knew very clearly that there was no way to reunite a broken mirror, and it was even more impossible for the broken family relationship to return to its original state.

Song Nian was innocent back then, so her sister was not innocent either.

Xu Qingran's heart ached so much that she lowered her head and did not dare to look at Song Qingyou again: "Actually, mom loves you..."

Song Qingyou smiled when she heard this, and her voice was very light: "It has been more than twenty years, if she really loved me, she would not not come to see me once. She is the same as Song Yuan, my existence will only remind them of bad things.

Good once. So they would rather I had never been born."

Xu Qingran wanted to refute, but a gust of cool breeze blew by, and she found that she couldn't find a suitable word.

Song Qingyou said: "You don't have to feel guilty. This is all the grudges of the Song family and has nothing to do with you."

"But you should also long for maternal love, so..."

"I once longed for it." Song Qingyou's eyes were empty, as if she was lost in memories: "But I don't need it now."

Xu Qingran was stunned.

Song Qingyou tilted her head and smiled: "Just like before, wouldn't it be nice to pretend that we don't exist?"

The cool breeze blew slowly, sending a chill down Xu Qingran's feet. It's April, why is it still so cold?

Xu Qingran watched the vehicle disappear bit by bit from his sight. The jade pendant in his hand was like a hot stone, and he couldn't pick it up or put it down.

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The black Maybach drives under the Jingchuan Bridge.

Song Qingyou sat in the car and kept looking out the window at the fleeting scenery. She was completely quiet and had not said a word since she got in the car.

Fu Wenzhou's dark eyes were locked on her, but he made no sound to disturb her.

After a long time, Song Qingyou spoke softly.

"Did you already know that?"

Fu Wenzhou's eyes darkened and he said nothing.

Song Qingyou turned back to look at him: "Why didn't you tell me if you knew."

Fu Wenzhou spoke in a low voice, keeping his gaze on Song Qingyou's face, carefully choosing his words: "I'm afraid you'll be unhappy."

More of a fear that she would be sad.

My mother is not dead and has been living in the capital, but I have never wanted to see her.

It was difficult for her to live in the Song family alone, bearing the hatred of her entire family.

Fu Wenzhou was heartbroken when he learned the truth.

His pomelo is so good, why don't those people know how to cherish it at all?

Fu Wenzhou had selfish motives. He didn't want Song Qingyou to contact Song Ning and Xu Qingran again, so he didn't plan to tell her about it, but he didn't expect Xu Qingran to be so persistent in pursuing her.

Fu Wenzhou frowned and looked ugly. He should have dealt with her if he had known it.

Song Qingyou glanced at him and knew what he was thinking. She pursed her lips and said, "This is a society governed by law. Don't think about useless things."

"Oh." Fu Wenzhou said obediently, "I understand."

Song Qingyou took Fu Wenzhou's hand and clasped their fingers together: "Actually, I don't feel anything, just a little bit sad."

Fu Wenzhou lowered his head and kissed her hair, his eyes so tender that they almost overflowed with water: "I love you, Youyou, I love you, I love you, I love you..."

Every sound from the man struck the deepest part of Song Qingyou's heart. Ever since she knew that Song Ning might have a family again, the empty corner of her heart was filled again with these words of "I love you."

Song Qingyou suddenly felt relieved, it was no big deal.

She also has Fu Wenzhou.

She is not greedy at all, she does not need so much love.

Because Fu Wenzhou's love was so full that it could fill her whole heart.

Song Qingyou raised her eyes and stared at the man's jawline intently. She couldn't help but reach out and touch it: "Song Ning is sick. She has terminal cancer and will have surgery next month."

Fu Wenzhou played with a strand of her hair with his fingertips: "Are you going?"

Song Qingyou shook her head: "I won't go."

Then he thought about it and added: "It's not necessary."

Fu Wenzhou respected whatever thoughts Song Qingyou had and chuckled when he heard this: "I think so too."

Song Qingyou's only impression of Song Ning was the photo at home that Song Wei cut into pieces. When she was a child, she prayed every day that Song Ning could turn into an angel and appear in her dreams. She wanted her mother so much.

Later, as she grew older, she realized that she had to rely on herself for everything, and it was useless to ask for anything.

Slowly grew into a cold heart.

Song Qingyou closed her eyes and forced herself not to think about the past.

When she longed to see Song Ning the most, Song Ning did not appear. Now times have changed, things have changed, and she is no longer the Song Qingyou who longed for maternal love.

Song Qingyou said suddenly: "Everything has a shelf life. After that period, it has no meaning."

"Wrong." Fu Wenzhou raised his eyebrows, raised Song Qingyou's chin with one hand, and forced her to look at him. His voice was lazy: "My love for you has no shelf life."

Song Qingyou laughed: "Why do you want to compete in everything?"

Fu Wenzhou said disdainfully: "What's the matter? Is there anyone in this world who loves you more than me?"

Song Qingyou pursed her lips and chuckled, echoing him: "Well, no, you are the only one who loves me the most."

"What else?" Fu Wenzhou asked unwillingly.

Song Qingyou's ears were slightly red, and she coughed softly: "I love you the most too."

Fu Wenzhou's eyes suddenly turned deep and dark. Song Qingyou reflexively wanted to hide, but he held him down. The next second, his thin lips pressed forward.

Song Qingyou had kissed him so many times, but it had rarely been so intense.

The two of them seemed to be crazy, asking for each other crazily, and the kiss made the sound of water.
Chapter completed!