Chapter 212
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Song Qingchun was shocked by her own discovery. She hurriedly placed the will on the table and switched on the table lamp. She studied it closely and realized she was not imagining things.
The word "Qingchun" appeared eighteen times in the will, and all of them were correct!
Song Qingchun grabbed a random book from the shelf and flipped it open. She started to compare the word "Song Qingchun" with the word "Qingchun" in the will.
The more she compared, the more shocked Song Qingchun became.
Because the handwriting was too similar, she didn't notice it at all. If she hadn't accidentally noticed the difference in the word 'youth', she might have never compared the handwriting on the suicide note to Song Cheng's handwriting for the rest of her life.
Song Qingchun was certain this will was not written by Song Cheng!
In other words, Song Cheng did not write a will? Then, this will is a fake? Therefore, Song Cheng's death …
Song Qingchun's body shook violently before she dared to accept her next conjecture in her mind. It was not suicide?
If it was not suicide, then it was murder?
Song Qingchun raised her hand to cover her mouth.
She fell into a state of confusion. After a full five minutes, a layer of hostility appeared on her face.
Just who killed Song Cheng?
She would not let that person go so easily. Even though Song Cheng had been buried for five months, she would find the killer and avenge Song Cheng!
Song Qingchun grabbed the will and rushed out of the bedroom. She was about to push open Song Menghwa's bedroom door when Fang Rou's gentle voice drifted into her ears. "Qingchun, why are you in such a hurry? What's wrong?"
Song Qingchun turned around to see Fang Rou walking toward her with a porcelain bowl in her hands. Song Qingchun pursed her lips. When Fang Rou got close, Song Qingchun passed the will to Fang Rou and pointed at her name. "Big Sister, look, this Qingchun is correct, right?"
"Yes." Fang Rou tilted her head to look at it before raising her eyes to ask with confusion, "What's wrong?"
Song Qingchun was silent for a moment before replying in a shaky voice, "But my brother has never written my name correctly!"
Fang Rou stared at Song Qingchun for a long time before she recovered. As if she understood the meaning behind Song Qingchun's words, the porcelain bowl in her hand fell to the floor.
Her face instantly turned pale, and she asked in disbelief, "What do you mean? Did your brother commit suicide? "
Song Qingchun nodded heavily.
"If he didn't commit suicide, then who killed him?" Fang Rou suddenly became agitated. Her tears fell like pearls from a broken necklace, one after another, quickly rolling down her face. "Who was it that schemed to harm him!? We can't just let this go. We have to tell Dad! "
Then, Fang Rou reached out to push the door open. However, just as she touched the handle, she stopped as if remembering something. "Qingchun, Dad hasn't been feeling well for the past few days. If he knows about this …"
Song Qingchun felt like she had just woken up from a dream. Indeed, Song Menghwa could not take any more blows …
"Qingchun, what do you think we should do?" Fang Rou asked helplessly.
Yes, what should they do? The Song family only had her and her sister-in-law … Song Qingchun felt helpless. She thought about it for a while, and then it hit her.
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