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Inside the villa, Father Song and mother Song were shocked by Song Qingmo's true nature. They sat on the sofa, while Song Qingyao's face was pale, beads of sweat for Song Qingmo on his forehead as he paced back and forth, restless and anxious.
Song Qingmo sat slumped in a chair, her gaze vacant, as if she had lost her soul.
"Qingmo, you... you really..." Father Song finally spoke, his voice hoarse. Hearing my footsteps, he turned to look at me with a hint of scrutiny.
Song Qingmo suddenly lifted her head, tears strea Song Qingmo down her face. "Dad, I... I was wrong. I was momentarily blinded by my emotions. I... I didn't mean to..." She explained incoherently, trying to regain Father Song's trust.
Father Song weakly waved his hand. "It's pointless to say these things now."
Song Qingmo abruptly stood up, a fierce glint flashing in her eyes. "No! I can't just give up like this!"
Song Qingli stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing out at the bustling street below, his mind swirling with thoughts.
The prophecy from his sister, the exposure of the recording, his brother's failed investment... all of it left him feeling uneasy and confused.
Song Qingli furrowed his brow slightly, see Song Qingmo ly pondering my words. "What do you mean by crisis?"
I did not directly answer his question but instead asked in return, "Do you believe what I said?"
Song Qingli fell silent for a moment before nodding. "I believe you." His tone was firm, and there was a glimmer of resentment shining in his eyes.
I nodded slightly, acknowledging his trust. "Since you believe in me, you should understand that I wouldn't say those things without reason."
I paused for a moment before adding, "The crisis facing the Song Family is far more serious than you can imagine."
Song Qingli's expression grew grave as he moved to sit on a nearby stone bench, gesturing for me to join him. "Can you elaborate?"
I shook my head. "Tian Ji must not be disclosed."
"Then surely you can tell me what we should do to resolve this crisis?"
I looked at him, a hint of helplessness flashing in my eyes. "All I can tell you is to be wary of those around you, especially those who seem the most harmless." With that, I stood up, preparing to leave.
"Wait," Song Qingli called out to me. "Can you...?" He hesitated for a moment, curiosity lacing his tone.
I turned back to him. "Is there something else, Brother?"
He took a deep breath, as if steeling himself. "Can you stay and help us?"
I looked at him in silence.
Song Qingli continued, "I know there are many misunderstandings between us, but we are all your family."
He walked over to Father Song and spoke softly, "Dad, we have to take Miao Miao's words seriously." Father Song lifted his head to look at Song Qingli, a questioning look in his eyes.
Father Song sat quietly to the side, his brow furrowed and silent.
He recalled what Song Miaomiao had said earlier, “Your forehead is dark, and there’s a sinister aura between your brows. You might soon face a calamity… Be careful of what you say.” At the time, he hadn’t taken it seriously, but now, thinking back on it, a chill ran down his spine.
“Now I can only take it one step at a time!”
The heavy, intricately carved wooden door slowly closed behind me, cutting off the Song Family. I dialed a number on my phone. “Help me look up someone, Song Miaomiao. I want to know everything about her, as detailed as possible.”
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