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Song Zhenbao stepped forward and embraced Song Pearl, supporting her body. The two sisters were nearly the same height, but Song Zhenbao appeared sweeter and more charming.
Song Pearl's face was slightly pale as she struggled to look at the close-up of Song Zhenbao, opening her mouth but barely able to make a sound. "What did you make me drink?"
"Nothing, sister, what are you talking about?" Song Zhenbao's expression turned panicked; she hadn't expected Song Pearl to be able to speak. Did she give her too little of the drug?
Without time to think further, she suddenly pushed outward.
Song Pearl's eyes were filled with disbelief, disappointment, and perhaps reluctance. Like a white butterfly gracefully landing, she fell with a thud, and bright red liquid slowly flowed out onto the pure white ground, strikingly vivid.
The noise from downstairs abruptly ceased. With another thud, a middle-aged man with gray hair and a slender frame collapsed in front of Song Pearl before he could even utter a sound.
He was Wu Qiang; he had a heart condition and couldn't handle stress.
Song Pearl felt like a mere wisp of air, watching helplessly as she couldn't help at all. She noticed the amber pendant hanging around Song Pearl's neck, now soaked in blood.
Is this what the future holds? she wondered.
She saw Song Zhenbao scrambling down the stairs, her face covered in fake tears… She saw President Jin, who had silenced her during contract negotiations; she saw the groom whose smile had not yet faded but had turned into deep sorrow; she saw the couple Song Shiting and Song Fei, along with some familiar yet strange faces…
Have I completed my mission? Can I leave now and return to Fish Pond to become a carefree fish?
Song Pearl turned around; she was a fish that wouldn't experience continuous sorrow like humans. She wanted to find her Fish Pond and the body that had sunk to the bottom for many years…
But why was it that leaving that place felt so far away, while her heart grew heavier with regret?
Chairman Wu treated her well; he gave her a job so she wouldn't waste her life and regarded her as his own daughter…
He had done so much for her; she shouldn't be so selfish and heartless. She should go back to see him and see if she could use her meager strength to extend his life.
Thinking of this, Song Pearl hurriedly turned around and ran back quickly to the mansion where the incident had just occurred.
It felt like only a few minutes had passed, but the festive decorations in this place had already been taken down, as if much time had gone by.
Shouldn't there be a funeral when someone dies? Like Aunt Liu's. Song Pearl thought.
She smiled again, realizing that she was not Wu Qiang's biological daughter and that she could not possibly be here for the funeral! The real funeral should be held at Song Shiting's house, right?
Song Pearl stood in the spacious hall, which was very quiet. A woman was slowly cleaning, and when she clearly saw the woman's face, she was taken aback. How could it be Liu Cuiying? She had been doing well at the Resort; how could she come to Wu Qiang's house to be a nanny?
While she was puzzled, the door was pushed open, and a young woman in exquisite attire walked in wearing high heels. After entering, she tossed her bag aside and kicked her heels off to the sides. Liu Cuiying cheerfully ran over to pick them up and put them away.
When did Liu Cuiying ever have such a courteous expression? Song Pearl was astonished. How much salary did Song Zhenbao give her?
“Mom, I'm going upstairs to see Uncle,” Song Zhenbao said as he changed into the slippers Liu Cuiying handed him and gently opened the door to a bedroom as he walked through the corridor.
Mom? Treasure called her mom! What kind of relationship is this? After being together for more than ten years, Song Pearl was confused by their titles.
There was no time to think; she followed Song Zhenbao into the room.
In her memory, Wu Qiang always appeared spirited and sharp-eyed, but now he seemed twenty years older. Thanks to the caregiver, his hairstyle and clothing were clean and tidy.
After Song Zhenbao entered the room, the caregiver walked out. She sat down in front of Wu Qiang's bed, quietly watching him with a face full of concern.
Song Pearl wanted to remind Wu Qiang of her hypocrisy, but seeing his weak appearance made her feel it would be better not to upset this old man.
“Yu Qian has already passed away. She was always healthy; who knew she had congenital heart disease... If I had known this wedding would cause her such emotional turmoil, I shouldn't have... It's all my retribution!”
Tears streamed down Wu Qiang's face as he spoke in broken sentences, his expression unable to hide his sorrow yet still relatively calm.
“Uncle, please don't say that anymore. I will be as filial to you as my sister!” Song Zhenbao softly comforted him with gentle words, picking up a tissue to gently wipe his eyes.
Wu Qiang paused for breath and continued, “You grew up together; your bond is like that of real sisters. I have always regarded you as my own daughter. I have signed my will; after I die, my estate and shares will all be inherited by you.”
A triumphant smile appeared on Song Zhenbao's face again, but Wu Qiang did not notice.
She glanced at the signed will on the bedside but did not pick it up to read. Instead, she displayed an exaggerated look of helplessness, even trembling her lips as two lines of tears flowed down. “Uncle, how can this be? You will definitely live a long life!”
“Cough, cough,” Wu Qiang coughed twice. “Silly child, who lives to be a hundred years old? I am giving you all the wealth I have earned over these years not just for you but also out of deep remorse for your aunt!”
Song Zhenbao wiped her tears away; the submissive expression on her face disappeared as a grin spread across her lips, turning somewhat sinister.
She suddenly raised her eyes to look at the weak Wu Qiang and said, "Since Uncle is like this, I will accept it. I have worked hard for you all these years, like a horse or an ox; this is what I deserve!"
"Have I wronged you?" Wu Qiang, who had mingled in the business world for many years and seen countless people, finally sensed something was off with Song Zhenbao.
"Isn't it?" Song Zhenbao was still smiling, tears streaming from her laughter. "I worked for you in your company for nothing, and after work, I had to serve as a maid in your house. Did you ever care about my feelings? And what about my sister? She comfortably plays the role of the eldest sister, living off handouts. When I brought Qing Wenyu here, she only met him once and wanted to marry him! You all knew he was my boyfriend and still took him away... My parents are now bowing down to serve your family as servants! Do you think this is how you take care of us?"
"You... you... I've helped you so much, and this is how you think!" Wu Qiang raised his arm, his hand trembling as he pointed at Song Zhenbao. "If you liked that Shi Qing earlier, Yu Qian wouldn't have competed with you at all. I wouldn't have let Yu Qian marry him; maybe she wouldn't have died!"
"Do you know how your precious daughter died?" Song Zhenbao's smile faded as she stared coldly at Wu Qiang on the bed. "It wasn't congenital heart disease; it was because I drugged her, and I pushed her down myself!"
Wu Qiang's eyes widened as he struggled to reach for Song Zhenbao but suddenly found it hard to breathe, his head drooping.
For some reason, Song Pearl felt a wave of sorrow wash over her. She rushed forward to help Wu Qiang up, but her arms lacked strength.
At that moment, Wu Qiang suddenly propped himself up, reaching out to touch Song Pearl's face with infinite affection in his eyes. "Daughter, you've come to take Dad home. In the next life, I will definitely protect you well..."
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