The green camphor tree has a deep view

After hearing this, Song Jingshen laughed instead of getting angry: "Since Auntie knows who I am, why are you still so angry? When it comes to squandering the Song family's property, I'm afraid no one can compare to you."

"You..." Song Weizhi knew she was in the wrong. After all, the resort project she was tricked into investing in was saved by Song Jingshen. However, even though she couldn't save the project, she still had to save it for the sake of her aunt's reputation.

"You also know about Qi Fan and that bitch, right? Why didn't you do something about it?" Song Weizi demanded.

"Who are you calling a slut?" Song Jingshen's face was unfriendly, and his words were even more frivolous. "Has your son ever tried it? Just calling someone a slut?"

Song Weizhi's cheeks trembled with anger: "You rascal!"

Song Jingshen laughed: "You are right! Aunt, you still understand me."

Song Weizhi was so angry that he stormed out, and before leaving, he pulled the dumbfounded Qi Fan along with him: "Hurry up and leave, stay away from him in the future, don't learn bad things from him!"

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While the Song family was arguing, Wen Qing took Jing Long to look for Butler Yu everywhere, and finally found him in the lounge.

"What happened to Miss Wen? Is she injured?" Butler Yu was busy. He was frightened when he saw the slap mark on Wen Qing's face from a distance. He also saw that she was limping, so he hurried to check her legs and feet. He found a red spot on her right knee and quickly asked someone to get iodine.

"The injury doesn't matter, I just want a car." Wen Qing said.

"You need a car? Where to?"

"Guangyu." Wen Qing looked into Butler Yu's eyes and pleaded, "Uncle Yu, can you give me Song Jingshen's room key? I want to pack my luggage and go to the hospital to accompany my aunt."

"Are you moving out?" Housekeeper Yu asked in surprise. The daughter of the Gu family was looking forward to going to Guangyu to accompany the young master, but the young master refused to let her go. But this one wanted to move out after staying for one night.

“Does Master Jingshen know?”

"...He's busy, there aren't many things, I can move them myself." Wen Qing pursed her lips and added, "I'll deliver the keys to the mansion when I run out of them, or you can send someone to the hospital to pick them up."

Seeing her serious expression, Housekeeper Yu couldn't refuse. He had gotten to know Wen Qing a little bit these days. This girl looked gentle and docile, but she was more stubborn than anyone else. If he didn't agree, she might really go to the hospital and sleep on the floor.

He fished out a spare key from his pocket and said, "Take it. Go to the west of the cemetery gate and find the car with license plate number 234. There's a driver in the car. Just tell him that I asked him to take you there."

Wen Qing led Jing Long and limped to the gate of the cemetery. Just as they were about to look for a car, Jing Long suddenly shook her hand away: "Sister, what happened to my mother? Why do we have to go to the hospital? I still want to go to my brother's place to play with mechas!"

Wen Qing endured the pain in her legs and squatted down to look at his face: "Listen carefully to what I say. You can cry after listening, but don't cry for too long."

Jing Long was stunned for a moment, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, but he still nodded, straightened his chest and said: "Go ahead!"

"Your mother is sick. I don't know what's wrong with her, so we have to go to the hospital to find her. We have to stay in the hospital tonight to accompany her."

"What is a bed companion?"

"Just sleep with her. She sleeps on the hospital bed and we sleep somewhere else." Wen Qing thought that the Song family probably wouldn't arrange a high-end ward for her aunt, as she could sleep anywhere, but Jing Long's accommodation would require some thought.

"That's fine." Jing Long thought for a moment and said, "As long as I'm with you and mom."

Wen Qing nodded with satisfaction, took his hand and stood up, pulling the wound on her knee, and frowned in pain.

The driver arranged by Butler Yu was very reliable. When they arrived at Guangyu, he parked downstairs and said he would wait for them to pack before taking them to the hospital.

Wen Qing left Jing Long in the car, made a pinky promise to coax him, and gave him some ginseng slices as snacks. Then she hurriedly took the elevator upstairs and entered Song Jingshen's room.

There was no one in the room. Wen Qing first took out iodine from her bag and carefully cleaned the wound on her leg. Then she walked to the mirror and looked at her face.

The half of her face that was slapped by Song Weizi was still swollen, with five distinct finger marks, and the edges of the redness and swelling were raised, as if a hand mold was made on her face.

She washed her face and poured cold water on her red and swollen face. It felt like ice water seeping into the cracked skin, causing a sharp pain.

She quickly wiped the water droplets off her face and looked at herself in the mirror - fortunately, her face was not disfigured, but her redness became redder and her whiteness became whiter, like a clown with exaggerated makeup.

She smiled dejectedly, thinking of what Song Weizi had just said about her, calling her a slut - how ridiculous it was that the eldest daughter of the Song family could curse at people like a shrew.

However, the truly horrible thing is Old Lady Song. The nanny and housekeeper of the Song family are paid, and my aunt has taken care of her for many years, but she is unwilling to give my aunt a single cent of the inheritance. When she was alive, she was so affectionate to my aunt that everyone thought they were as close as mother and daughter. Now it seems that she was just acting!

Wen Qing threw away the towel angrily, walked into the guest bedroom angrily, dragged the suitcase out of the closet, opened it, and quickly packed her things.

She didn't have time to sort things out one by one, so she threw piles of books and clothes into the box one after another. The things made a clanging sound when they fell into the box. The sound made her feel comfortable and satisfied, as if she was venting the frustration in her heart.

Suddenly, there was a sneer at the door. Wen Qing was so scared that she almost jumped up. When she saw that it was Song Jingshen, she bit her lip in anger and said nothing.

"If you want to curse, just curse. Don't hold it in." He said, "Isn't it a very pleasant fall?"

Wen Qing still didn't say anything. She had almost packed her things, closed the box and buckled it, ready to leave, but the man was standing at the door, showing no intention of giving way.

"Are you really going to leave?" The man approached her and suddenly reached out to pinch her chin, making her face raise up to face him.

"Have you applied the medicine?" He looked at her face, a trace of regret flashing in his eyes.

If he had known this would happen, he should have locked her in the car, or even... locked her in the house.

"No need to apply medicine, it will be healed soon." She said lightly, her voice was very low, as if she was very tired, but she was still very vigorous when she threw things just now.

"Do you have to go?" He loosened his fingers slightly and let go of her jaw. "Your aunt lives in a single room and has someone to accompany her."

"I'm worried." Wen Qing said, and after thinking for a while, she added, "I shouldn't live here."

"What's your logic?" he demanded.

Wen Qing took a deep breath and said, "You have a fiancée, don't you?"

Song Jingshen suddenly stared at her: "Who told you?"

"I heard it from your father." Wen Qing simply told him everything. Anyway, they would not meet again in the future, so it would be better to fight to the death and have a good time!

"Your grandmother left shares to all her children and grandchildren in her will, except for my aunt who had taken care of her the longest. And your mother, in order to prevent my aunt from enjoying the family trust, used the shares to threaten your father to stop him from marrying her." Wen Qing smiled bitterly and said, "You are all the same... You don't treat people as human beings!"

Song Jingshen looked at him in shock, his eyes bloodshot, his lips moved a few times, but he couldn't utter a word.

After saying what she wanted to say, Wen Qing pushed the box out. Seeing that he was still standing at the door, she said "get out of the way" and squeezed past him.

Song Jingshen reacted suddenly, hugged her and pressed her against the door, not forgetting to cushion her behind with his palm. He looked at her steadily, as if he wanted to get to know her all over again.

"You... still want something in return, right?" Wen Qing looked into his eyes with a calm expression, "If I agree to you this time, can you let me go from now on?"

"What did you say?" Song Jingshen couldn't believe that she was bargaining with him about this matter.

Wen Qing smiled bitterly: "Anyway, I am already a slut in the eyes of you Song family. If I can end it all by coming here once, then it would be better..."

"End it!" Song Jingshen laughed in anger, lowered his head and kissed her lips fiercely. An evil fire exploded in his chest, and he wished he could grind her to death. "Don't even think about it!"