Marriage pet: marrying a thousand gold

Chapter 553 Only this time, the next one is not an example (3)
"Later, my sister suddenly went back to the countryside, picked me up from my uncle's house, and gave a sum of money to my uncle's house. My aunt said that my sister was underserved by others. I didn't understand it at the time, until I entered the city. One day, my sister Let me call a man brother-in-law who can be my sister's father, so I understand what it means to be a little girl..."

Jin Ziqi frowned: "When you are an adult and capable, she can choose to leave."

"He is very good to my sister, almost to the point of being responsive. I also persuaded my sister to leave him. Although we will not be as rich as we are now, we can live on our own hands. But my sister said she loves him! Isn't it ridiculous, what she fell in love with was actually just the feeling he created for her."

"My sister and I lost our parents before we were underage. What we long for most is a home and a sense of belonging. At that time of loneliness and helplessness, I'm afraid we can be anyone."

Minghui said with a bitter smile: "For so many years, he has been reluctant to make a promise to my sister. Even after Xiaohuan was born, he didn't let go. I guessed that he didn't intend to marry my sister at all. I My sister also tried to leave, but he gave her a starting point that was too high, how could the road ahead be smooth?"

I am used to living the life of a wealthy wife, so how can I have the courage to return to the life of an ordinary person?

Minghui turned to look at Song Qiyan: "Actually, young master, you should have seen something, right?"

As she said that, Minghui smiled: "My sister looks very much like the former Mrs. Song, or more accurately, she should be the eldest lady of the Lan family. What he wants has not changed from the beginning to the end."

Song Qiyan narrowed his eyes slightly: "I didn't know that my father was a dedicated kind."

Minghui expected him to have such an attitude, and did not argue, "The chairman's will is in my room. He said that he can give you all the properties under his name, but there is one request—"

"The chairman proposed that he would be buried with his wife after his death. For this condition, he was not even willing to write Cheng Huan's name in the will, for fear of offending you, young master."

Song Qiyan got up suddenly, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, squinting at Minghui, his long and narrow black eyes were filled with thin frost, "Who is my mother to him? Who is his daughter to me? I am willing to add another 500 million so that my mother can lie quietly in the ground!"

Minghui was stunned for a moment, but Song Qiyan was already pulling Jin Ziqi to go out.

"Master, I don't ask you to treat Cheng Huan like a younger sister, but I hope you don't make things difficult for her, she is just a child."

When Jin Ziqi turned his head, he saw that the proud woman was lowering her head, deliberately lowering her posture.

To bow her head is the harshest insult to a man of backbone.

Song Qiyan gave her a sideways look.

Minghui confessed: "I will ask Han Minzheng to send her abroad, and never set foot on this continent again."

It turned out that she called Han Minzheng in just now to ask him to take care of her sister's child.

Song Qiyan did not give a clear reply, and had already led Jin Ziqi out of the hearing room.

Han Minzheng stood at the door with his hands behind his back, and when he saw them coming out, he immediately went up to them, "Young Master, Young Madam."

Song Qiyan squinted at the wall lamp in the corridor, and after a while, he cast his sharp eyes on Han Minzheng.

"As my father's personal special assistant, you should have known about the existence of such a child?"

Han Minzheng didn't speak, but his lowered eyelashes betrayed his thoughts.

Song Qiyan raised his eyebrows: "You guys should keep it a secret. If I had wavered on the issue of illegitimate children, I'm afraid the Song family should have an extra princess now."

Han Minzheng said flatly: "The chairman never said that he would welcome Miss into the Song family."

Could it be that the only son Song Zhiren wants to welcome home is his daughter, and he doesn't care at all?
Jin Ziqi looked at Han Minzheng because of his firm tone, as if he was considering whether he said it to appease Song Qiyan or whether it was Song Zhiren's meaning during his lifetime.

But there was a chuckle in the corridor, with melancholy self-deprecating meaning.

Jin Ziqi turned his head——

In the long and narrow corridor, the light from the wall lamp is not enough, making it look a bit dark and silent.

Both Minghui and Minglan were brought out by the criminal police, their wrists were handcuffed, and there were two criminal police behind them.

That wry smile came from Minglan.

Her quiet eyes were fixed on Han Minzheng, and she murmured as if talking to herself: "So that's how it is..."

She has worked so hard for so many years, but in the eyes of that person, it turns out that she is just an ugly person making trouble.

From the beginning to the end, he just regarded her as a shadow, and he didn't even care about his own flesh and blood.

Minghui stood beside her, stroking Minglan's shoulders with her handcuffed hands, and called softly, "Sister!"

Minglan raised her head to look at the ceiling, but there was something dark in her eyes. She suppressed the soreness in her heart, turned her head, looked at her comforting sister, her eyes were red, "Xiaohui, it's my sister who is sorry for you."

Minghui shook her head, without resentment: "It's all my own will."

The two sisters are cold-tempered people, and they didn't hug each other and cry in front of everyone.

But when Minghui was escorted by the criminal police and passed by Han Minzheng, she slowed down, turned her head, and looked at him intently, "What you promised me..."

Before she could finish speaking, Han Minzheng responded: "I will send Miss abroad, don't worry."

"Okay, that's good." When Minghui looked up again, the haze had disappeared from his eyes.

After leaving the police station, Jin Ziqi followed Song Qiyan to the morgue.

Because the news of Song Zhiren's death was still blocked from the outside world, I didn't see any reporters nearby.

The morgue was, as always, immersed in a gloomy silence.

Lying in the morgue, Song Zhiren was covered in white, his eyes were closed tightly, and the wound on the back of his head had been stitched up, not much different from his sleeping appearance.

Song Qiyan looked down at the intact corpse, his handsome brows were slightly frowned, as if he was in doubt.

Han Minzheng behind him explained: "The chairman died unjustly, so I didn't let the forensic doctor dissect the body."

Song Qiyan wasn't bothered about this issue.

"Xiaoqi and I will stay here with father for a while, Min Zheng, you go out first."

After Han Minzheng went out, only Jin Ziqi and Song Qiyan were left in the morgue.

"Actually, you, like me, think this matter is very suspicious, don't you, Xiaoqi?"

Jin Ziqi took half a step forward, side by side with him, and looked at Song Zhiren who was lying there motionless.

She didn't feel terrible, after all, she had spent a lot of time with Song Zhiren.

Song Zhiren's hair is all white, his cheeks and eye sockets are deeply sunken, his lips are also wrinkled, and the wrinkles on his face are getting deeper and deeper.

(End of this chapter)