So cool! Grab the scumbag's inheritance and become his aunt

The day before Cheng Yang was executed, Song Jingcheng received a call from the prison, informing him to see Cheng Yang for the last time.

After much deliberation, Song Jingcheng decided to go.

Cheng Yang's hair was shaved very short, so short that even his scalp was clearly visible.

Song Jingcheng was used to seeing him dressed in an administrative style, so he felt strange when he suddenly saw him sitting in front of him in prison uniform.

Behind the iron bars, Song Jingcheng sat down and said straight to the point: "What do you want to see me for?"

He didn't think their relationship was good enough to the point where he needed to listen to Cheng Yang's last words.

Cheng Yang asked, "Do you have cigarettes?"

Song Jingcheng doesn't smoke.

But he still took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and generously handed the whole pack to Cheng Yang.

"Thanks."

Cheng Yang didn't have a lighter, so the prison guard standing next to him lit the cigarette for him.

He held the cigarette between his teeth, slightly raised his chin and puffed out smoke, and was reluctant to speak.

Song Jingcheng was waiting.

Seeing that Cheng Yang was almost finishing his first cigarette and had no intention of speaking, Song Jingcheng lost his patience and stood up to leave.

"No hurries."

Cheng Yang said: "There is so much I want to say, I just haven't figured out where to start."

Hearing this, Song Jingcheng sat back down. He laughed sarcastically and mocked Cheng Yang: "You can't start from the day you were born."

"Of course." Cheng Yang also laughed.

He lit up a second cigarette before saying, "Not a bad cigarette."

"But I like your tea better. It's a rare and authentic Da Hong Pao. I've never tasted such a good tea since then."

"I used to really treat you as a close friend." Song Jingcheng stared at Cheng Yang and said, "I have always been generous to my friends."

Hearing his hidden meaning, Cheng Yang couldn't help but laugh at himself, "We are destined not to be friends."

"I'm sure you also know that I approached you with a purpose." He deliberately approached Song Jingcheng just to see what kind of person his younger brother was.

"I want to know whether the Song family heir, who is highly praised by the outside world, is really a young philanthropist with a compassionate heart as rumored."

Have compassion in your heart?

Song Jingcheng himself found it funny, "I'm not a good person."

He's just a businessman who can stick to the bottom line.

"What was the result? Did it satisfy you or disappoint you?"

Cheng Yang smoked in silence again.

After a moment, he said, "The longer I've been with you, the more I feel I'm hypocritical. I hate your honesty and your kindness, but I don't feel the slightest bit of jealousy towards you."

Perhaps because he was about to die, his heart softened, and Cheng Yang wanted to have a heart-to-heart talk with Song Jingcheng.

He said frankly: "If you were a young master who was loved and pampered by Chu Zhi and Song Changan, and you had such a character, I would think you were a flower in a greenhouse, who had never experienced the sufferings of the world, so you were always good."

"But you have been abused since childhood."

Cheng Yang had a thorough investigation into Song Jingcheng's childhood and teenage experiences.

He knew how difficult it was for Song Jingcheng to survive.

That's why he feels ashamed of himself.

"Your experience makes me unable to hate you at all. It's ridiculous to say, but I really admire you."

"I wonder, if I were you and I had the same experience as you, what would I be like?"

Cheng Yang self-evaluated: "I will probably become the second Chu Zhi."

"I think so." Song Jingcheng agreed with Cheng Yang's evaluation of him. He added: "The Cheng family treated you well, but you still developed a black heart..."

"If you were in the Song family, even your toes would be black."

"You can make such a big mess in the Cheng family. If you were in my position, you would be able to mess up the sky."

Cheng Yang: “…”

He laughed a few times, and suddenly asked: "Melody..."

After starting, Cheng Yang found it difficult to continue.

"What's wrong with her?" Song Jingcheng asked.

"You may think I'm hypocritical, pretending even when I'm dying. But Melody is indeed at my behest."

"She actively and voluntarily turned herself in, and I believe she will be able to get out after serving a few years in prison."

"Song Jingcheng, please consider the deep friendship between Melody and your wife and find a quiet place for her to stay after she is released from prison."

"She helped me with things, but now she has turned against me and offended many people. Without anyone to protect her, it is difficult for her, a powerless woman, to live a decent life."

Hearing this, Song Jingcheng showed a meaningful expression, "Haven't you heard?"

Cheng Yang was stunned.

"what?"

Song Jingcheng smiled mysteriously, "It seems you really don't know."

He said in a rhythmic manner: "Melody's mother is actually the real daughter of the Jun family. After Melody is released from prison, she will have the support of the Jun family in Kyoto. Who dares to cause trouble for her?"

After saying that, Song Jingcheng stared at Cheng Yang leisurely.

He successfully captured emotions such as surprise, regret, and absurdity on Cheng Yang's face.

"It's interesting, isn't it? The powerful person you dreamed of came to you a long time ago, but you pushed him away."

"The last man who was as lucky and unlucky as you was buried today. Yes, it was Ou Jingyu."

"I wonder how much our poor warden must be regretting in his grave."

Cheng Yang simply ignored Song Jingcheng's sarcastic remarks.

His mind was filled with only one thought:

Is Melody's mother a real daughter of the Jun family?

how can that be!

"Through your personal experience with Ou Jingyu, I have come to a conclusion."

Song Jingcheng said seriously: "He who loves his wife will prosper, while he who harms his wife will never make a fortune. A bastard who plays with others' sincerity will end up with nothing."

Faced with Song Jingcheng's run, Cheng Yang had nothing to say.

"elder brother."

Hearing the word "brother", Cheng Yang's pupils trembled slightly.

He slowly raised his head and looked into Song Jingcheng's eyes through the iron window. "…What did you call me?"

"Brother." Song Jingcheng called without any psychological burden.

Cheng Yang's lips moved a few times, and finally he turned his head and looked away without saying a word.

But Song Jingcheng couldn't spit out ivory from a dog's mouth. He said, "Brother, when you get to the underworld, remember to ask Song Changan for the debt."

"I have never done anything wrong to you. It is you who almost killed me once. You are the one who has done me wrong."

"I will come to collect your body tomorrow."

"I will burn paper for you during festivals. You must protect my family's safety." Before Cheng Yang died, Song Jingcheng had already arranged the tasks for him after his death.

After saying that, Song Jingcheng left without looking back.

Cheng Yang suddenly stood up and shouted towards his back: "Song Jingcheng!"

"Believe it or not, I didn't know that the ink was poisoned by a poisonous insect!"

Song Jingcheng paused slightly, but did not turn back.

He said, “I understand.”

This time, Song Jingcheng really left without looking back.

The next day, at twelve noon.

The sun is high in the sky.

With the sound of a gunshot, the eldest son of the Cheng family, who was the most valued of the family, fell to the ground...

*

"boss!"

Ma Kai walked quickly to Song Jingcheng's office.

After taking the medicine prescribed by Su Jin for a few days, Song Jingcheng felt much more relaxed and the symptoms of morning sickness disappeared.

As soon as Ouyang Qing heard the news, he urged him to come back to work.

When Ma Kai came in, Ouyang Qing and his think tank team were having a meeting in Song Jingcheng's small conference room.

Noticing that Ma Kai looked strange, Ouyang Qing patted his colleague on the shoulder and said with a smile, "We've been talking for a long time, let's go to the tea room and have a cup of tea first."

"Boss Song, let's withdraw first."

Song Jingcheng nodded: "Thank you for your hard work."

After Ouyang Qing and his colleagues left, Song Jingcheng looked at Ma Kai and asked, "What happened? Don't tell me Cheng Yang also escaped from prison?"

Ma Kai said, "That's not the case. Cheng Yang has already been shot. I went to the execution ground to collect the body as you ordered, and I ran into Cheng Jinsong and his group."

"...Cheng Yang's body was taken away by the Cheng family."

Hearing this, Song Jingcheng waved his hands nonchalantly, "It's okay. It's rare that Cheng Jinsong is willing to acknowledge this son."

"Let them."

But Ma Kai immediately added: "Cheng Yang's mother, Ms. Du Yuling, hanged herself."

Song Jingcheng was also stunned when he heard this.

After a long while, he picked up the black tea on the table and took a sip, suppressed his complicated emotions, and said, "Go to Cheng's house on my behalf and send Ms. Du off."

He decided not to go because he was afraid of being chased and beaten by Cheng Jinsong.

"There's one more thing..." Ma Kai hesitated.

"explain."

Ma Kai wiped his hands on his trouser legs and was unusually nervous.

Song Jingcheng looked at him in confusion and couldn't help asking, "Your wife wants to divorce you? Look how nervous you are."

Ma Kai stammered, "The joint tomb of Mr. Song and the old lady... was splashed with dog blood."

"It was also filled with vicious curse words."

"...I checked the surveillance video. It was Du Yuling who did it. She went to the Song Family Cemetery before dawn with a bucket of blood..."

Song Jingcheng: "..."

He held his forehead and was silent for a moment before saying, "Come with me to take a look."