He died to save me, and was reborn to be favored by him

Suzhou City, thousands of miles away.

Unlike the bright sunshine in the capital, it is raining heavily in the south of the Yangtze River today.

The Feng Family's old house is located in a prime location in Suzhou City. The century-old house is full of ancient charm. Even the seemingly random rocks in the yard are placed in accordance with the rules of Feng Shui. On the coffee table in the living room, the fruit plate is a green-glazed porcelain plate. The incense burner has bronze hanging ears and is antique. The green smoke rises straight up, which is very elegant.

The gray-haired old lady Feng sat on a mahogany sofa, wearing a dark red cheongsam with artificial embroidery. The pearls on her neck were round and plump, complementing the pearl earrings on her earlobes. Her eyebrows were raised, and she looked majestic even when she was sitting there.

She also heard about Qiao Wangshu's life story on the Internet.

Not from the Song family?

Could it be that they sealed the family?

After receiving the news, Madam Feng sent someone to investigate.

soon.

A woman with her hair in a bun, who looked to be about fifty years old, walked in, bent over and stood on one side, holding a brown paper document bag in her hand: "Madam, I found it, do you want to take a look in person?"

Old Madam Feng took the file bag.

The woman immediately handed her a pair of reading glasses.

Old Madam Feng put on her reading glasses and looked carefully at the document in her hand.

A moment.

Old Madam Feng murmured, "The eighth day of the seventh month, it really is..."

Before Madam Feng finished her words, a young man walked in. The young man had clear features, was tall and thin, and looked to be in his early twenties. When he smiled, there were two shallow dimples on his face: "Grandma, what are you looking at?"

Madam Feng stuffed the document back into the file bag, handed it to the woman standing beside her, and said with a smile: "Nothing, it's raining so hard, what's the matter that brought you here?"

The boy's name was Feng Junmu.

A gentleman is like Heng, humble and self-disciplined.

He sat down next to Madam Feng and said, "I will be going to the capital in a few days, so I came to tell you."

Madam Feng's expression suddenly changed: "What are you doing in Beijing?"

Feng Junmu was stunned: "There is a cooperation to discuss, what's the matter? Grandma, who made you unhappy?"

"Cooperate." Mrs. Feng realized that she had lost her composure, and immediately smiled again, changing the subject: "Have you been to the hospital to see your father recently? He just woke up and spoke incoherently. I hope he didn't say anything you couldn't understand."

Feng Junmu frowned. "My dad insisted that he didn't know me, and kept shouting...Rou'er? The doctor said that he has been sleeping for so many years, and his mind is not clear, and he is talking nonsense. Well, let's wait until he recovers."

Hearing the word "Rou'er", a hint of darkness flashed in Madam Feng's eyes, and then she pretended to be relaxed and said, "Your father had a car accident and was in a coma for so many years. I even thought he would never wake up. It's a good thing that he can wake up. For other things, take your time. You were not born at that time, so it's normal that he didn't recognize you. After all, you are father and son, don't take his foolish words to heart."

Feng Junmu was quite open-minded: "Don't worry, grandma, I won't mind."

Madam Feng patted his hand lovingly and asked, "You are going to the capital. Which date did you book your ticket?"

Feng Junmu took Madam Feng's arm and said, "We haven't set a specific time yet. It will be in the next few days. I will definitely report to you once it is set."

Old Madam Feng said in a doting tone: "You, kid, have been sweet-mouthed since you were young, and you are always good at making me happy."

"..."

Beijing.

There was chaos outside.

Qiao Wangshu can't calm down here either.

She was busy with a new project when the PR department called her to ask how to handle the crisis. Then, shareholders called one after another to ask questions. The project department also kept calling, saying that several cooperations that were about to be signed had been shelved.

Qiao Wangshu took calls for nearly an hour, trying to appease all parties.

After hanging up the phone, the number of WeChat messages was already 99+

Most of them come from Mo Beichen.

He called Qiao Wangshu, but the line was always busy, and he received no reply on WeChat.

So anxious!

Now on the way to Qiao Group.

Qiao Wangshu replied to Mo Beichen, telling him not to worry and not to come specially.

at the same time.

Another lifestyle channel released a preview, saying that it had made an appointment with Song Zhizhong. The program crew will broadcast live in the channel's studio at 2 pm the day after tomorrow, Sunday, to reveal the secrets of the wealthy to netizens.

Fang Yuanhong and Song Wenya’s wedding had just happened not long ago.

As one of the victims, Qiao Wangshu is still popular.

It was suddenly revealed that she was not Song Zhizhong's biological daughter. You can imagine how hot it got. The show became popular before it even aired.

After replying to Mo Beichen, Qiao Wangshu checked other WeChat messages one by one.

One of the messages was sent by Song Zhizhong. It had no text but was a paternity test between her and Song Zhizhong. The test showed that she was not Song Zhizhong's biological daughter.

Qiao Wangshu ignored Song Zhizhong.

I plan to go online to check the whole story.

Song Zhizhong called.

She answered directly: "Mr. Song?"

Song Zhizhong's arrogant voice came from the other side: "I didn't expect President Qiao to be so patient? I thought President Qiao would call me first."

Qiao Wangshu sneered: "I'm sorry to disappoint Mr. Song."

Song Zhizhong didn't beat around the bush: "Now that things have come to this, neither you nor I need to pretend to be nice. Qiao Wangshu, you have seen the paternity test, right? You are not my biological child. As long as you hand over the power of the group now and transfer the shares in your hands to me, I can admit on the show the day after tomorrow that you are my biological daughter and restore your mother's reputation. The paternity test will never be exposed. Otherwise, don't blame me for a desperate struggle. By then, your mother will be completely beaten to death. And you, a bastard with an unknown biological father, what qualifications do you have to be in charge of Qiao's?"

"Song Zhizhong!" Qiao Wangshu said in a very cold voice: "I have advised you not to commit suicide, and now I don't want to advise you again. You should still remember what I told you. If I want to take away the shares in your hands, it will be easy. I showed mercy to you because of my mother. Since you are not my father, and not the person my mother loves, why should I show mercy to you? Let's wait and see who will have the last laugh."

"I don't know what to do!"

Song Zhizhong uttered four words viciously.

He hung up the phone with a click.

Qiao Wangshu quickly accepted the fact that she was not Song Zhizhong's biological daughter.

Deep down in her heart, she hated her father Song Zhizhong.

After Zhao Yunying and her daughter entered the house, she quickly saw Song Zhizhong's true face. In the early years, she felt from the bottom of her heart that Song Zhizhong was not worthy of her mother. She also thought that maybe her mother did not love Song Zhizhong, or maybe she was not Song Zhizhong's biological daughter at all. But every time such a thought came to her mind, she would feel that it was impossible! How could a person as gentle and virtuous as her mother marry Song Zhizhong and give birth to someone else's child?

Because she believed in her mother's character, she felt guilty every time she doubted her own life experience.

Mother is the best person in the world.

She shouldn't have doubted like that.

Therefore, she never thought about doing a paternity test with Song Zhizhong.

The paternity test is now before us.

She has no blood relationship with Song Zhizhong.

She just felt relaxed and relieved.

In China, there is no legal possibility of severing the parent-child relationship. Even if both parties voluntarily sever the relationship, there is no legal effect. In other words, as long as there is a parent-child relationship, Qiao Wangshu must support Song Zhizhong at any time. Of course, there are regulations on alimony, and Song Zhizhong cannot get as much as he wants. But as long as there is a blood relationship, it is impossible to completely cut off contact.

Now, I finally don’t have to have anything to do with Song Zhizhong anymore!