klisemfg Chapter 175 My Dead Husband Came Back to Cling To Me 26
Chapter 175 My Dead Husband Came Back to Cling To Me 26
Ni Qing didn't like Song Ziyu to begin with, so why would she feel sorry for him? But she obviously couldn't say that directly, so she simply chose to remain silent, which was tantamount to admitting it.
The boy, who had just looked somewhat pitiful, lowered his eyes and pressed the accelerator harder and harder. The gloom and cold ferocity in his eyes seemed to seep out. By the time Ni Qing reacted, the car had already entered the speed limit.
"Ari! What are you doing?" she shouted sternly.
The boy snapped out of his reverie, slowly pressed the brake pedal, and said leisurely, "Sorry, I wasn't paying attention, I was a little distracted."
This demeanor is quite different from when we first met.
He seemed to be getting more and more arrogant and frivolous. He could even find various reasons to help Ni Qing refuse some of her arrangements, gradually taking control of her life.
This was undoubtedly a terrifying point, and Ni Qing had anticipated this consequence, so she took this opportunity to completely eliminate him.
Silence followed until the young man in the house leaned forward and slowly lifted her chin. The seemingly frivolous gesture made him appear exceptionally possessive.
His eyelashes were lowered, his eyes an unfathomable darkness. He successfully saw the other's flustered yet feigned composure, and smiled gently: "Then goodbye."
His fingertips gently caressed her fair and delicate chin, and Ni Qing felt a chill run down her spine, as if she were being held firmly by something terrifying.
She clearly wanted to avoid his hand, but for a long time she didn't have the strength to break free. Fortunately, Ah Yue still had a sliver of reason left, and casually unbuckled her seatbelt: "Goodnight."
When Ni Qing returned to the mansion, she was still in a daze. A Yue drove the car into the garage and stood at the door, like a tall shadow, standing there motionless.
Her palms were slightly sweaty, and her throat was a little dry and hoarse. She only relaxed when she saw the other person move and leave the spot.
She thought to herself, still shaken, "I've finally gotten rid of this strange person."
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The day after the press conference, Song Ziyu committed suicide. That night, all the guests left, and all the members of the Song family watched his actions with indifference, especially Song's father, who looked at him as if he were a stranger.
He met his gaze, his face expressionless, and said, "I originally thought you were a smart man, but you managed to fool me with that girl from the Qin family? Just like your mother, you're utterly unrefined. That girl was clearly enamored with you before, so how come you're so pathetic now?"
Song Ziyu was heartbroken. He knew that everything he had done since childhood had been in vain tonight. His life had lost its meaning; alcohol always led him to do unexpected things.
He took a whole bottle of pills.
As the pain intensified, he felt a pang of regret and struggled to crawl out of the room, hoping someone would come to his rescue.
A pair of black leather shoes came into view.
Song's father looked down at him coldly, with a hint of contempt.
Song Ziyu opened his mouth, his eyes filled with fear: "Father, I'm sorry, please save me..."
The so-called father remained indifferent, saying, "You are worthless now; this is the path you chose."
The news of his death was not released. The funeral was more perfunctory than low-key. It wouldn't have sounded good if the news had spread too early, so they simply kept the matter under wraps and stopped spreading it.
Many people believed that the illegitimate son of the Song family had been neglected and sent back to the countryside. If it weren't for the system notification that Song Ziyu had died, she would still be in the dark.
"How did Song Ziyu die?" She was somewhat astonished. This part was completely absent from the original plot. This wasn't just going off-topic; it was a radical alteration.
The system was silent for a moment: "He committed suicide."
Ni Qing pursed her lips, somewhat annoyed.
Ah Yue seemed to have disappeared during this period, but the old butler had almost recovered and had long since returned to his post.
The company has been unusually quiet lately, with few orders requiring her signature. No documents to sign mean no orders.
Suppressing her bad feeling, she took advantage of a break from sunbathing to ask the housekeeper beside her, "Has your grandson been promoted to a permanent position these days?"
The assistant's internship period isn't very long; we'll see if it's suitable at the end of the month.
The old butler scratched his gray hair: "Grandson? What grandson? Where would I get a grandson?"
Ni Qing paused for a moment, then said, "It's A-Yue, the person you asked me to help you when you were sick a few days ago. You called him yourself." As she spoke, she reached for the call log from that day.
The old butler smiled kindly: "Madam must be mistaken. I don't have a grandson. I've always had a granddaughter who's just started high school. How could she be doing an internship?"
Ni Qing paused for a moment as she scrolled through her phone. The old housekeeper's words seemed to explode in her ears, and a chilling feeling spread throughout her body.
Even worse, she couldn't find the call log from that day.
But on the other end of the phone, it was clearly the old butler's voice. Even the now-kind old butler seemed to feel a chill inexplicably.
She pursed her lips and calmly said, "Perhaps I remembered it wrong?"
After the old housekeeper finished his work and left, she finally left the small balcony, utterly exhausted. To be honest, her mind was completely blank. This world wasn't particularly difficult, but she constantly felt powerless.
Because you never know what will happen next.
Ni Qing pushed open the bedroom door, crawled into the covers, and decided to get some sleep first. It was daytime originally, but when she woke up again, it was already dark outside, with only a few stars remaining.
The moon hid behind the clouds.
She instinctively tried to move, but froze the next second.
A long, pale hand had somehow appeared around her waist, and her thin back pressed against the man's cold chest, his chilling breath seeming to brush against her ear.
Someone slept with her.
Ni Qing felt like she was about to explode.
She was trapped in the youth's territory, and she turned her head somewhat slowly.
The young man had prominent brow bones, fair skin, long, straight eyelashes, and a high, straight nose. He was lazily closing his eyes, seemingly enjoying this beautiful moment.
She recognized him; wasn't this her deceased husband, Qin Boyue?
After so long, she finally showed up in her own way to confront me? The fear that had been lingering in my mind was overshadowed by the joy of the mission's imminent completion.
It must have sensed the movement in his arms that the young man lazily lifted his eyelids. He was fine when he didn't open his eyes, but when he did, the color of his pupils was exceptionally deep, like a resting beast.
At this moment, however, he revealed his fangs, looking sinister and terrifying. His lips were very pale, and he smiled slightly, looking quite pleased with himself: "It's been a long time, my little wife."
The more he smiled, the more terrifying he became. He stared straight at her, his eyes filled with a sense of oppression and an almost pathological, obsessive possessiveness.