The fake daughter quit and got married to the boss

The Qi family manor is very large, so large that it takes Tong Yu more than an hour to drive around it.

In addition to the servants' building, the master building, the left and right auxiliary buildings, the garden building and some entertainment and leisure places,

There is also a dark building far away from the main building.

Those were a pair of pampered hands, with strong and slender wrist bones and each knuckle as clean and noble as jade.

The faucet automatically sensed the water and Qi Yue's eyelids drooped.

His profile was thin and indifferent, and he slowly washed the blood off his hands.

The body of the woman in the corner lay with her eyes open and blood all over her.

Qi Dong had a blank expression on his face and waved his hand to have the bodies cleaned up.

The person behind this woman also spoke out.

Song Qingzi.

Before leaving, Qi Yue thought of something, "Wipe this place out completely."

Qi Xi was surprised: "Master, this..."

This secret building has existed in the Qi family for more than 20 years. How could it disappear so suddenly?

Qi Yue's brows relaxed, and he said helplessly: "She likes to wander around, don't scare her."

He must not let Little Rose see his true face.

With Qi's legal department, Tong Yu just lay down.

Don't worry about anything, they are fully prepared.

Before the trial, Tong Yu wants to see Song Rong for the last time.

After knowing that she was Qi Yue's wife, the people in the police station treated her with great respect and naturally allowed her to visit.

Tong Yu scratched his head in surprise, how could this guy be so useful?

No wonder people pinch her nose and say she is busy for nothing.

Song Rong was obviously thinner, with untidy beard and dark circles under his eyes. He stared at Tong Yu through the small window with sinister eyes.

Tong Yu put the phone to her ear and asked leisurely, "How does it feel to not have cigarettes to smoke?"

When Song Rong heard the word "cigarette", his throat started to itch and his hands uncontrollably moved to hold a cigarette.

Tongyu wore a white French dress, and every move she made exuded elegance and composure.

Even when she smiled, she was extremely noble. This arrogance and contempt was engraved in her bones since she was born.

Song Rong's eyes were deep, and after more than 20 years, this temperament had not been erased from her.

Tong Yu said, "After being in there for a few days, you should know the law. The crime of illegal detention is punishable by a prison sentence of up to three years."

Song Rong's eyes darkened. In this world, money can solve most problems. If it can't, then it means you didn't give enough.

Tong Yu tilted her head: "But you didn't just put me under house arrest, you beat and insulted me for years! And you used me to achieve improper purposes, you should be severely punished, with a prison sentence of more than three years but less than ten years."

She said with great joy, her eyes full of delight: "I took pictures of all the injuries."

Song Rong clenched his hands. The case had been delayed for too long and it was really hard to resolve.

Tong Yu looked at his hair and said with a click of the tongue: "Look at you, you dyed your hair all black, have you forgotten that you are almost 60 years old?"

"You'll spend three to five years in prison working on a sewing machine and doing hard labor. Even if you get out, how long can you live?"

Song Rong's forehead was bulging with veins, and he roared angrily: "Shut up!"

The police officer who was watching nearby looked over and said, "2533! No noise!"

Eternal life, this is probably the ultimate dream of every wealthy person.

Tong Yu's words hit Song Rong's pain points precisely. His hair was disheveled and his eyes were fixed on Tong Yu.

Tong Yu shrugged and started playing with her phone.

Qi Yue, who was bombarded with emoticons at the company, had a headache again.

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Tong Yu was enjoying the bombardment when Song Rong's rough and hoarse voice came over the phone: "Settle it privately, and withdraw the case."

Tong Yu was speechless and pursed her lips.

"Where's your face? Why are you so shameless?"

Thinking of something, she covered her mouth with a pretentious look.

"I forgot to mention that the Song Corporation has also been closed down, and your company's stock has plummeted, tut tut."

Song Rong's heart skipped a beat and he raised his voice: "What!"

If a large company is closed for half a day, the loss is incalculable. It has been almost a week...

Song Rong's head was buzzing and about to explode.

"Let me out, and I'll tell you where Hitomi is too."

"Oh?" Tong Yu turned off her phone, hiding the emotions surging in her eyes: "Where is it?"

Song Rong straightened up and said in a shameless manner: "I have to go out to tell you the truth. After all, why should I believe you?"

He continued, "You can also not let me out, but you have to think it through. If you don't withdraw the case now, you won't be able to withdraw it later. If I can't get out, it means you can't see Tongye."

When he comes out again in five or six years, it’s uncertain whether Tong is alive or dead.

Tong Yu looked unhappy.

Song Rong's old face, like a devil, moved closer to her.

"Do you dare to call the police? Do you dare to tell others about Tongye? Oh - that's a crazy monster who must be caught and destroyed!"

A chill spread from the soles of his feet and went straight to his heart, making Tong Yu feel cold all over.

She never told the police and Qi Yue because of this reason. In her only memory,

This younger brother is an abnormal person, or rather...he is not a human being.

Song Rong was very proud: "If I tell the police about this, then I will have done a great deed. They will definitely report it to their superiors and then do their best to capture Tong Ye."

Tong Yu stood up and sneered: "Do you think I am still the same little girl I was back then?"

Song Rong frowned and looked at her, as if he wanted to hear what she could say.

Tong Yu found a photo from her phone and turned the phone over to show Song Rong.

Song Rong's eyes suddenly widened, and the next moment he pounded the door frantically with his fist, almost screaming: "You dare!!"

Tong Yu curled her lips and said, "Why not? We are just a mother and son who have no power or influence in Kyoto."

In the photo, a little boy is grinning in his mother's arms.

Song Rong is feudal, selfish and egoistic at heart.

He would never let such a huge Song Group be given to a woman who married and obeyed her husband, so Tong Yu and Song Qingzi don't even have any shares in the Song Group until now.

Tongyu always felt this was strange, so she asked a private detective to investigate.

As expected, Song Rong had a mistress outside, and she gave birth to a big fat son for him.

It’s just that this son is sick all over, otherwise the mistress would have taken his place long ago.

It's funny to say that she was the nanny hired by the Song family a few years ago. She was a newly graduated college student. Qin Ya thought she was too eye-catching and fired her after working for her for only two months.

The police stood up, restrained Song Rong, and tried to end their conversation.

Tong Yu said: "Give us another three minutes."

The police officer thought of Mr. Qi that his boss was talking to, and immediately left sensibly.

Song Rong's sinister eyes stared straight at Tong Yu: "Promise me not to touch them."

Tong Yu sneered: "An old man like you has found true love?"

Song Rong was surprisingly calm now, "I'll say it, but you have to let me out first."

"Why should I listen to you? What qualifications do you have to negotiate with me?"

Song Rong stared at Tong Yu: "Because only I can take you to see him, ours is a fair trade. As a passive player, I can show you some sweet things."

Tong Yu turned and left without going to look for Qin Ya.

In this family, Song Rong has always been the one who has the final say. There is no point in asking Qin Ya.