Chapter 689
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After the banquet, Mr. Song called An Xiaxia to his study.
Little Hope refused to let anyone else hug her. An Xiaxia was afraid that she would cry, so she carried her to the study.
Mr. Song knocked on the table and smiled warmly. "Qingchen, are you satisfied with what happened today?"
He was referring to the shares.
An Xiaxia interrupted him. "Can you call me Xiaxia?"
Mr. Song sighed. "Okay, Xiaxia."
"My mother … Why did she die in a mental hospital?" An Xiaxia looked at Mr. Song and asked the question that had been bothering her for years.
Mr. Song looked embarrassed. "She … She had mental problems, so she had to be sent to a mental hospital. I ordered people to take good care of her there …"
"You're lying!" An Xiaxia was furious. "She wasn't crazy! You were the one who forced her to go! Also, if she was really doing well, why would she commit suicide? Song Huan, did you do all of this? "
"Xiaxia! I'm your father! How can you call me by my name? "Mr. Song was annoyed." You're my daughter. Why would I lie to you? "
"Are you angry out of humiliation? Did I do something wrong? Are you going to send me to a mental hospital too? "An Xiaxia's eyes were red." I hate you! I hate you so much! I don't want any more shares. I want my mother. Can you give them back to me? "
Mr. Song was silent.
He was indeed at fault in the past, but it was all in the past. Who could say for sure?
"Do you want your mother?" He nagged. "Xiaxia … I love your mother too …"
"Shut up! You don't deserve to talk about her! "An Xiaxia was furious.
If they really loved each other, why would Song Qinwan exist?
After all, Song Qinwan was a few months older than her!
Adultery! It was betrayal!
Little Hope was so scared that she started crying. Mr. Song heard her crying and hurried over. "Let me hug her."
Maybe it was because he was old, but he liked kids.
"Don't! Otherwise, are you going to send her to a mental hospital too? "An Xiaxia mocked him." I'm taking her to rest. "
She walked out of the study angrily with Little Hope.
Mr. Song coughed violently and covered his mouth with a handkerchief.
After a few minutes, he removed the handkerchief. It was covered with bright red blood.
Could it be that even before he died, he couldn't get his daughter's forgiveness …
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The next morning, An Xiaxia was woken up by a servant.
"Miss, it's time to eat."
An Xiaxia couldn't stay in bed even if she wanted to. She could only go downstairs with a belly full of anger.
A woman dressed in a deep purple cheongsam with her hair tied up in a bun walked up to him. She asked in a gentle voice, "Are you Qingchen?"
An Xiaxia raised her eyebrows in surprise.
Chu Zhiyun …
The Best Actress who had been in the limelight for the past two years...
She held An Xiaxia's arm. "Come, sit down and eat."
An Xiaxia sat down in confusion. "You are …?"
Chu Zhiyun smiled faintly. "I'm Qingwan's mother … I heard that your health isn't good, so Brother Huan asked me to take care of you …"
An Xiaxia dropped the chopsticks in her hand. "Qingwan's mother?"
Holy shit! Isn't that a mistress?
She used to be a reporter and knew a lot about celebrities. Chu Zhiyun was only forty this year.
Song Qinwan was the same age as her, twenty-four.
So … this mistress hooked up with Mr. Song at the age of sixteen?
An Xiaxia suddenly felt like throwing up.
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