Qin You never dreamed that he would receive photos of his son being insulted by three or four big men.

Fu Tingshen was pressed to the ground like a fish on a sticky board, with bruises all over his body, and his usually meticulously groomed hair was messed up and knotted. He was wearing prison uniform, kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy in pain, having his self-esteem crushed to pieces with his own hands.

Qin You opened the photos one after another with trembling hands. At the end of the page, her tears were almost gone. She shouted hysterically: "Who sent the photos! Who is it! Is it Fu Wenzhou? He killed my son."

Where did it go? Where did it go!"

The servant cowered aside and said timidly: "It's not Mr. Fu, it's... it's husband... it's Miss Song."

Although Song Qingyou has always been bullied by the Fu family in the past three years, she has always been on thin ice. But she has never been harsh to servants like them. Even if their status is different, she still treats others with courtesy.

In their hearts, Song Qingyou is the real young mistress, and Lin Niaoniao is the mistress who destroys the madam and the young master.

So even if Song Qingyou has left the Song family, it will be difficult to change her tune for a while.

Qin You crumpled the photo into a ball with all his strength, his eyes full of resentment, and he gritted his teeth: "Song! Qing! You!"

She knew that this woman was not that simple. She should have recognized her since she took away most of their family's property!

Qin You immediately found someone to prepare a car and headed to the notorious No. 12 Prison in Beijing.

Prison No. 12 is located on a barren mountain. It is overgrown with weeds and uninhabited. There is only one building standing alone within a hundred miles.

High walls were erected and there were electric grids all around, so no one could escape from here.

However, as soon as she got off the car, two strong men rushed up and kidnapped her. Qin You screamed loudly, but no one paid attention to her. The bodyguard who came with him was also held by the other party.

Qin You was taken to a dark place, and the cold and dark breath hit her face. Her shoulders were shaking with fear, but she cursed unforgivingly: "Do you know who I am! I belong to the Fu family.

People, if you dare to do this to me, I will never let you go!"

The bodyguards glanced at her and stepped aside. Qin You finally saw the woman hiding in the darkness.

"Song Qingyou, you bitch, why are you here!" Her eyes widened as she struggled to rush forward, but was held down before she could get up.

Song Qingyou covered her lips and coughed a few times, looking at her with a dull look: "Qin You, the show is about to begin."

Qin You didn't understand what she meant. Just when he was about to curse her, a voice she was all too familiar with suddenly sounded on the monitor next to her.

"Spare me, please let me go, don't hit me, I can do whatever you want...as long as you are willing to let me go!"

Qin You froze suddenly and slowly turned his head to look at the source of the sound.

She saw the son she had always loved kneeling on the ground like a dog, begging for mercy from a group of men without dignity, and even making a humiliating sound.

A string in Qin You's mind snapped.

She couldn't hear any sound for a moment, and there was nothing in her ears except the miserable and painful screams of her son.

How could her son...become like this?

Qin You seemed to have lost her soul, staring at the person on the screen. Gradually, she felt something was wrong. The sound seemed not to come from the screen, but through a wall.

Qin You screamed "Ah" and suddenly looked towards Song Qingyou.

The woman's facial features are reflected delicately and beautifully under the light, and her porcelain white skin is a little pink, which is breathtakingly beautiful.

Different from that face, her eyes were very light in color, revealing a distant indifference.

Qin You only felt that the person in front of her was as terrifying as a demon. It was as if she had met Song Qingyou for the first time, and she was filled with fear from heart to eyes.

This woman used photos to lure herself here, and then let herself see her son being tortured inhumanely. Murder is nothing more than that!

Qin You's gums were almost bleeding from biting them: "Why are you doing this!"

Song Qingyou said calmly: "I only want to ask you one thing, who gave you my flight information."

Qin You still wanted to pretend to be stupid at this time: "I don't know what you are talking about!"

Song Qingyou coughed twice more. It was too humid here, the air was not good, and breathing was not smooth: "Qin You, my patience is limited."

Hearing Fu Tingshen's more miserable screams, Qin You was in agony, anger and distress intertwined, and finally couldn't help but beg for mercy: "It's Song Wei. Song Wei told me that she asked me to find the reporter."

She gave me the idea to surround you, including the rumors about you and Fu Wenzhou from the outside world during this period. If you want to find it, go to her. Why do you do this to my son? How have our Fu family ever failed you!"

"In the spring and March of the first year, you deliberately scalded me with boiling water and asked me to greet you every day when the rooster crows. The next month, you brought Lin Niao to the door to humiliate me. During the winter solstice, you locked me outside Fu's house and soaked me all night.

It snowed heavily. In February of the following year, you spread the word that I could not give birth and that I was occupying the latrine and would not poop. In June of the following year, you verbally insulted my mother..."

"Your son Fu Tingshen almost killed me." Song Qingyou gently raised her lips and said in a slightly cold voice: "I will remember everything your family did to me. It's not my kindness that I don't settle this debt with you.

, but it’s not the right time.”

She looked at the shocked woman on the ground: "And now, the time has come."

Qin You suddenly collapsed to the ground. Inexplicably, she felt that the person in front of her was worse than the mad dog in the Fu family.

Song Qingyou gathered her coat and said in a calm voice: "Don't worry, your family will be reunited soon."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and left without staying much.

Qin You's hoarse curses sounded behind her, but she didn't seem to hear them at all.

The warden watched her coming out and asked, "Qingyou, do you want to keep this woman here?"

Song Qingyou raised her eyes and said warmly: "No, let someone send her back to the Fu family. I have other plans."

The warden knew that this niece always had ideas, so he nodded: "Okay, I'll have someone send her back later."

Song Qingyou took out a medicine bottle from her bag: "Uncle Bai, this is for rheumatism. You can take one pill every day to reduce the pain. Also, you are older now. There is no need to do many things by yourself. You can just leave it to me."

Just give it to Brother Li."

Bai Yan smiled and said, "You are the only one who dares to control me."

Bai Yan's tie was loose, and Song Qingyou stretched out his hand to straighten it again: "You were the only close friend of my grandpa in this world when he was alive. I can't help him take care of your body, okay?"

Bai Yan looked at Song Qingyou with eyes full of love, which was very different from his usual stern and taciturn image: "Bai Li will be discharged from the army next week, you can come over for a meal then."

Song Qingyou nodded in agreement: "Okay."

Bai Yan carried Song Qingyou all the way to the car before turning back with confidence.

Song Chang started the car: "Miss, what should we do next?"

Song Qingyou propped up her chin and looked out the car window at the rows of poplar trees, "Isn't Uncle Liang Muchuan going to review Fu Changlin's company? Let's add fire in the middle."

She said it casually, but Song Chang knew what it meant.

This is to establish Fu Changlin's company's illegal crimes and to present all the evidence collected over the years.

Fu Changlin has done a lot of dirty things, and I can only say that he deserves it.

Regarding Fu Tingshen's family, Song Chang wished that all three of them would be imprisoned together.

When she got home, Song Qingyou looked at the time, three hours and fifteen minutes.

The time is just right.

She went into the house and changed her clothes, washed her hands again, and then looked up at the door.

The next second.

"Welcome back to the home of Song Qingyou and Fu Wenzhou."

The door opened in response.

Fu Wenzhou came in covered in wind and snow, carrying a fish in his left hand and a box of strawberry Napoleon in his right hand.

"Can the fish be steamed?" Fu Wenzhou walked to the kitchen and put the fish in the sink. Then he came out of the kitchen and gave her the Napoleon in his hand. When he touched her fingertips, Fu Wenzhou frowned: "Why are your hands so cold?"

Song Qingyou retracted her hand, took out a piece of Napoleon, put it to her lips and took a small bite, saying softly: "Fu Wenzhou."

Fu Wenzhou's Adam's apple rolled up and he avoided her gaze: "I'm going to make the fish first. This fish needs to be killed now, which takes time."

After he finished speaking, he left without giving Song Qingyou a chance to speak.

Song Qingyou looked at the man's slender back and said with some humor: "I want to say..."

"Don't you like ginger and garlic? I'll put less of it." Fu Wenzhou's eyebrows were dark and dark, and he held the handle of the knife tightly, his palms sweating: "You rest first, and I'll call you when you're ready."

Song Qingyou: "I..."
Chapter completed!