He lured her deep into his trap, using both overt and covert methods to seduce her.

A moment later, Chen Bin quickly replied: "Not yet, I'm just strolling around the neighborhood. By the way, what's wrong with my son? Why did he suddenly get so angry?"

Zhao Man turned her head slightly and glanced in the direction of the living room.

Song Jiachen was seen with his head down, engrossed in playing on his phone.

She paused briefly, then quickly looked away and recounted everything that had just happened to Chen Bin.

After she finished speaking, Zhao Man asked again, "Brother Bin, what should we do now?"

Chen Bin comforted her, saying, "Don't panic, I'm here. Let me think of a solution. Don't worry."

Hearing Chen Bin say this, Zhao Man couldn't help but continue to complain: "How can I not be anxious? Song Jinguo knows that I lied to him, and he also knows that Jia Chen is not his son."

After sending the message, Zhao Man became even more confused.

How could Song Jinguo know these things?

Over the years, she has been cautious, afraid that Song Jinguo would find out, so she rarely contacted Chen Bin.

Knowing about the car accident, Song Jinguo was diagnosed with a vegetative state before keeping Chen Bin by his side.

My phone vibrated. Chen Bin had sent me a message: "Manman, don't worry. If things really don't work out, the three of us can just leave this awful place and find a completely new environment to start a new life."

When Zhao Man saw the message from Chen Bin, a hint of hesitation arose in her heart.

Should we leave here?

Regardless of whether Song Jinguo would let him off easily, even if he were willing to let him go, how could he possibly give up the wealth and luxury he had enjoyed for the past ten years?

Moreover, she had been planning and enduring for over a decade; how could she possibly give up so easily?

Zhao Man didn't reply to Chen Bin again, but continued cooking absentmindedly.

……

In front of the dining table.

Zhao Man gazed quietly at Song Jiachen, who was sitting directly opposite her.

She bit her lip lightly, seemingly struggling internally, before finally revealing a slightly hesitant smile and slowly saying, "Jiachen, next time, you absolutely mustn't treat your Uncle Chen like you did today. That was really too impolite."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Jiachen, who had been relatively calm, suddenly turned ashen-faced, his expression becoming extremely gloomy.

Immediately afterwards, a sharp "smack" rang out as he slammed the chopsticks he was gripping onto the table. He then stared at Zhao Man expressionlessly and said coldly, "Mom, what exactly do you mean by that?"

Zhao Man was clearly startled by her beloved son's sudden outburst of anger. She was taken aback at first, and then hurriedly reached out to try to calm the agitated Song Jiachen.

"My dear son, don't be angry. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have said those things that upset you. Let's eat quickly, okay? Let's not talk about this anymore..."

Hearing his mother's apology and words of comfort, Song Jiachen's tense expression eased slightly.

He picked up the chopsticks he had thrown on the table and began rummaging through the food in his bowl, muttering to himself, "Anyway, you'd better stay away from that man in the future to avoid causing unnecessary misunderstandings."

Upon hearing her son's words, Zhao Man was slightly taken aback, her brow furrowing involuntarily, and a hint of displeasure showing on her face. She retorted, "What misunderstanding could there be? Why are you thinking such nonsense, child!"

However, Song Jiachen ignored his mother's dissatisfaction and continued to eat while saying, "Hmph! My father is lying in the hospital right now, and you, on the other hand, are always hanging out with some unrelated man."

"Who knows what people who don't know the situation might think if they saw this? They might even think you're cheating on my dad!"

When Song Jiachen said this, he stared straight at his mother: "Mom, you didn't betray Dad, you didn't betray this family, did you?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Man unconsciously tightened her grip on the chopsticks, her knuckles turning slightly white from the excessive force.

A fleeting hint of panic flashed across her usually calm eyes, but she quickly regained her composure, chuckled dryly, and said, "You child, don't talk nonsense. Your Uncle Chen and I are childhood friends. Besides, your Uncle Chen has a wife and children."

Upon hearing this, Song Jiachen asked with some doubt, "Does he have a wife and children?"

Zhao Man nodded: "Yes, his son is the same age as you."

Upon hearing this, Song Jiachen breathed a sigh of relief.

He continued, "That's good, Mom. Dad has regained consciousness and is gradually recovering."

As a son, my greatest wish is for our family to live together happily and in harmony.

In fact, these words truly revealed Song Jiachen's deepest thoughts.

Song Jiachen has always been a gentle and easy-going person.

From childhood to adulthood, his life has been smooth sailing, with almost no major storms or setbacks.

That's why he cherishes this peaceful and stable life, and only hopes to live happily with his family.

Zhao Man listened silently to her son's words, her lips moving slightly, but in the end she said nothing.

hospital.

Song Zhi sat blankly by the hospital bed, her expression somewhat dazed, unable to process this fact for a moment.

Over the years, Song Zhiquan has witnessed all of Song's father's wholehearted dedication to Zhao Man and the entire family.

Moreover, she could tell that her father genuinely cared for Zhao Man.

But I never expected it to turn out like this.

Zhao Man had been plotting for so many years for money.

This caused deep doubts to well up in Song Zhi's heart. She began to wonder if Song Jinguo's car accident was really just an unfortunate accident.

Once the thought took hold, it spread and grew wildly in her mind like weeds.

Thinking of this, Song Zhi's previously relaxed expression instantly turned extremely serious. She stared intently at her father, Song Jinguo, and asked in an urgent and serious tone, "Dad, regarding the car accident you had back then, can you still clearly remember all the details of what happened?"

Song Jinguo was taken aback by his daughter's sudden question. He had clearly not expected such an inquiry and was momentarily at a loss for words. It took him a while to come to his senses, and he asked in bewilderment, "Why are you suddenly asking this?"

Song Zhi hesitated for a moment before voicing her doubts.

She took a deep breath, composed herself, and said, "I've been thinking about something: was your car accident back then not just a simple accident?"

Just then, the old lady who had been sitting quietly listening to the two's conversation suddenly stood up, her emotions unusually agitated, and her voice unconsciously rose eight octaves: "What, you're saying your father's car accident wasn't an accident?"