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When Song's father came back and saw his wife's face was pale and she was sitting on the sofa in a daze, he thought she had some terminal illness, so he picked up the test paper to look at it.

The original owner found that her husband picked up the appraisal report but it was too late to stop him. She hurried over and tried to take the appraisal report back from her husband, but Song's father had already seen the result and fainted on the ground.

The original owner was panicked. She hurriedly took out the medicine she carried with her husband from his pocket and gave it to him, but Mr. Song clenched his teeth and lost consciousness.

Mr. Song was rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment. However, despite the doctors' best efforts, they were ultimately unable to save Mr. Song's life.

Song Jincheng also rushed to the hospital and saw his mother sitting on the ground crying.

He hugged his mother and tried to comfort her, but he himself could not hide his grief and tears welled up in his eyes.

"Mom..." he called softly, his voice choked with sobs, "My dad..."

The original owner raised her head and looked at her son with tearful eyes. Her lips trembled as she cried, "Jincheng...your father...blames me...it's all Zhao Lian's fault!"

Song Jincheng's heart was broken, and he suppressed his grief and asked, "Mom, what happened?"

The original owner told Song Jincheng the whole story, and Song Jincheng was shocked after hearing it!

He could never have imagined that the son for whom he had given so much money and a house might not be his biological son.

"Mom, how is this possible? Could it be that the identification was wrong? Xiaohan and I have many similarities."

The original owner cried: "I also hope that this is not true, it's just a nightmare, and everything will be the same as before when I wake up."

Song Jincheng gritted his teeth and said: "Zhao Lian..."

For the first time, he felt that this name was so hateful. He must find out why she deceived their family like this. He must make her pay the price.

The original owner saw that her son looked upset, so she held his hand tightly and said with tears streaming down her face, "Son! Now I only have you. You must not be impulsive no matter what! Let's take care of your father's funeral first."

Song Jincheng suppressed the resentment and sadness in his heart and nodded, "Mom, I understand. I will handle it calmly."

At Song's father's funeral, the original owner saw matchmaker Li from the same village, who comforted her son and hoped that he could get married.

"Jincheng, listen to me and don't be stubborn anymore. I'll ask your Aunt Li to introduce you to a partner later. I'm afraid Xiaohan is unreliable. If you don't get married, I won't be at peace even if I die in the future!" After the original owner finished speaking, she couldn't help crying again.

Seeing his mother's heartbroken look, Song Jincheng felt a pang of sadness in his heart and hurriedly stepped forward to support her and comfort her.

"Mom, don't say that. Isn't it enough that I promised you?"

Hearing his son's promise, the original owner showed a relieved smile on his face, but then his expression changed again.

Song Jincheng then looked over and saw Zhao Lian coming with her son.

Song Jincheng suppressed his anger and pulled them aside to question Zhao Lian: "Why did you lie to me? Whose son is Xiaohan?"

Zhao Lian was startled by Song Jincheng's words, but she quickly regained her composure, with a hint of disdain and anger on her face. "Are you mentally ill? If it's not yours, who else could it be?"

Song Jincheng sneered, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes. He suddenly took a step forward, stretched out his hand and grabbed Xiaohan's hair, pulling it hard.

"Ah!" Xiaohan cried out in pain, but he was too scared to cry.

Song Jincheng looked at the strands of hair in his hand, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a sarcastic smile.

"That's better!" Song Jincheng said coldly, put the hair into a small bag and left the house.