The room was cool and comfortable, with occasional sounds of cicadas and frogs coming from outside. Through the skylight, the stars could be seen twinkling outside. Song Yi had laughed enough, so he stood up with a serious face.

  He couldn't accept that Li was a vicious woman who would stop at nothing, after all they had shared the same bed for six years and he had occupied her best years.

  No matter what he couldn't forget the girl who brought him a bowl of hot soup with a smile and a red face when he was punished to copy books in the icy snow.

  He recalled that during the Lunar New Year last year, Li said in a low voice on the bed, "I'm really sorry to Cui. I'll definitely treat Song Chuyi and Song Yan better from now on." Suddenly, he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

  "Mother, why can't you just wait for me to come back? Even if you've already convicted her, do you have to drive her to death?! He became agitated again, as if he wanted to kick the door and vent his anger: "Now that she's dead, of course anyone can convict her of anything!"

  Mrs. Song really wanted to slap him again, but unfortunately, no matter how many slaps she gave, it was unlikely to wake up this son. In addition to disappointment, she also felt some anger, and the Li family actually had the nerve to write a letter to Song Yi accusing him of being a bad person first.

  "What are you talking about?!" Song Chengnu suddenly walked in, without even changing his clothes, and kicked him with one foot, shouting: "Kneel down!"

  Song Yi was naturally afraid of his father and, upon hearing this, did not dare to hesitate for a moment. He immediately knelt down on the ground with a thud.

  The son suddenly left the post and ran back to Beijing without saying a word, not even a phone call. After returning, he questioned his mother indiscriminately, suspecting that Song Chuyi was framing Li's family with the Cui family. He was so angry that he slapped Song Yi on the back of the head: "How dare you talk to your mother like that?!"

  He finished speaking and was impatient to continue discussing Li's death with his son, so he simply and neatly threw all the evidence he had collected at Song Yi's face.

  "You think Li is innocent, then take a good look at these!" Song Chengnu picked up the testimony and sneered: "Take a good look, it's either her who's innocent or you're stupid!"

  The fact was right in front of him, and Song Yi's face gradually turned into a liver color.

  He sat on the ground with a somewhat decadent posture, looking at the testimonies one by one, his hands shaking.

  It turned out that the young mistress of the master's family, who was always blushing with a smile in his memories, had actually harbored such an unbearable thought for a long time and even orchestrated the death of the Cui family.

  His heart was filled with a mix of emotions, including hatred, resentment, and guilt. His mind was suddenly overturned like a bottle of five flavors, and he felt as if he was floating in the clouds without any sense of direction, as if he would fall off the edge at any moment and shatter into pieces.

  "What's wrong?" Song Chengnu looked at him, wanting to sigh, but ultimately just raised the corner of his mouth in a mocking smile: "Do you still think it was wrong for us to decide on a wife for you?! Do you think we didn't want to wait until you came back?! Do you think I don't want to divorce that immoral Li?! If she hadn't rushed into things herself, I would have written to you to come back and divorce her!"

  The quietness in the house was unbearable, and Song's old lady looked at her son's increasingly declining face, finally feeling a little unbearable. She let out a heavy sigh and called him to get up: "I know you have a good relationship with her, but you have to think about Cui Shi before. She also treated you with respect and courtesy at first, but Li Shi died, that was what she deserved!"

  "You should also think about your sons and daughters," Old Lady Song said with a heavy heart, coaxing him: "They have had a hard time under Li's hands all these years, especially Xiao Yi. This time in Tongzhou, she almost lost her life. Li is guilty of death, if you because of this matter have discord with your sons and daughters, it would be unworthy of being a father!"

  Song Yi's neck stiffened with the urge to retort, Li had been so good to Song Xuan and Song Chuyi all these years, everyone had seen it with their own eyes, it was simply meticulous.

  But now everyone has changed their tune in a short period of time.

  He didn't speak, hanging his head and clenching his fists, suddenly recalling Li's tearful plea at the time: "Xiao Yi is lovely, but what fault does Ah Ning have?"

  Song Chuyi and Song Yuan are now treasured by Old Master Song and Old Madam Song, and also protected by the Cui family. Everyone is fawning over them, but what about Song Chunü?

  Song Yi felt a pang of heartache, his daughter's big eyes had been filled with tears and grievances just now, which made his heart shrink together.

  He didn't dare to face it, or was it an instinctive desire to escape due to guilt and shame. He never mentioned Song Chuyi and Song Yan, but instead looked calmly at Old Lady Song and Old Man Song, his voice heavy as he said: "This time I've come back, I want to take An Ning to Ren Shang."

  This time, it's likely that everything related to Mom is connected to Song Chuning. Old Lady Song was shocked: "What?!"

  "Anning is too young, and the old lady is now taking care of Xiaoliu, she doesn't have the energy to take care of her anymore. It's not suitable for her to stay alone in the Bo Mansion, I'll bring her with me, it's also convenient to take care of her." Song Yi held the stack of certificates tightly in his hand, speaking quickly and hastily, as if he didn't need to think at all: "Besides, her mother is dead now, she must be feeling scared and shocked, leaving her alone here, I really can't bear it."

  Song Cheng was silent with a gloomy face.

  Mrs. Song's heart was unknowingly heavy, and Song Yi would not be able to turn around for a while. By the time he came to his senses, who knows how long it would take? This time, if they didn't let him take away Song Chuning, something unpredictable might happen.

  But he really took away Song Chuning, but ignored Song Chuyi and Song Yan. At that time, the resentment of Song Chuyi and Song Yan towards him would probably increase again.

  As night deepened, the wind gradually grew stronger, and the lotus lanterns hung on the trees swayed slightly in the breeze. Amidst the flickering light, Song Chuning slowly revealed a smile.

  She had said it a long time ago, that even if Mother Yu died, she would have died in vain. Even if Old Lady Song or even Old Man Song himself knew that Mother Yu's death was related to him, and that the fire at Songtuan Garden was also related to him, there was nothing he could do about it.

  Another Li has died, and someone like Song Yi will only become more wary and guilty towards Song ChuYi and Song Yuan, but instead, he will produce great sympathy and pity for himself.

  At this time, don't even mention asking him to believe that a six-year-old girl would commit murder and arson. Even if he were slightly mentioned about the possibility, it would probably make him collapse.

  Old Lady Song and Old Man Song won't let Song Yi be ruined.

  She will gradually make Song Yi and Song Chu Yi two siblings farther and farther away, even to the point of becoming enemies.

  Do you think that by relying on Old Lady Song, you can be carefree? Song Chuning looked at her own plump and tender fingers, a mocking smile slowly spreading from the corner of her mouth.