The fake daughter ran away with the baby, and the president chased her relentlessly

"Welcome to listen to today's Kyoto news. The follow-up to the story of the wealthy old lady and the mistress is here. It is reported that after a well-known entrepreneur brought his mistress into his home and forced his original wife to leave, the mistress had an argument with the entrepreneur's mother. The old lady fainted on the spot and was sent to the hospital, where she was found to have a tracheal tumor, which was already in the late stage."

"Following the last report, a whole week has passed. Unfortunately, the old lady was not rescued in time and her depression worsened her condition. She passed away at 12:06 a.m. three days ago."

"The family is holding his funeral..."

Sang Ran and Yao Ya were pushed forward by the driver's brakes. By the time they were seated, the car's speakers had already started broadcasting radio information.

The more Sang Ran listened, the more familiar it sounded, and his brows slowly furrowed.

Yao Ya panicked and scolded the driver: "How do you drive? Why did you turn on the radio when I told you to play music? Why don't you switch it back!"

"Sorry, I'll change it right away."

After Yao Ya finished speaking, she quickly looked at Sang Ran's face, fearing that there was something wrong with her.

Sang Ran didn't have any special reaction. His expression was calm, as if he hadn't heard anything at all. He sat steadily in his seat.

Yao Ya slowly breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this.

The car slowly drove into the garden of the villa and stopped right in front of the gate.

Sang Ran got out of the car as usual and went into the house to change his shoes.

Yao Ya asked tentatively: "Sang Ran, why don't you go back to your room and rest? It's getting late."

"Oh, okay." Sang Ran walked into the elevator obediently, "You should also go to bed early."

"Row."

into the night.

Sang Ran had made sure that there was no movement outside the door. She walked out of the room quietly, first went to the living room door to get the spare key, and then took the elevator to the underground garage.

Unlock the car and start the engine. A buzzing sound echoes through the sky in the underground garage, like a sharp blade cutting through the tranquility of the night.

The car sped along the road, across the bridge, and through the empty streets at the speed of light at over a hundred yards.

Shuttled under the light strips with a desperate momentum.

After a long time, Sang Ran came to the Sang family again, but this time, her heart was cold.

There were white couplets posted on the door of the Sang family's villa. The villa was bright, and white flowers were placed on both sides of the entrance door.

The door of the villa was open, and Sang Ran walked in without any hindrance.

She looked dazed, as if she had lost her soul.

When we walked in, we saw a group of people kneeling in the hall, wearing white mourning cloth on their heads and black mourning clothes.

And right in front of them was a black and white photo frame.

In the picture, Old Mrs. Sang smiles gently and kindly.

A sandalwood urn was placed directly below the photo frame, with candles burning on both sides and a variety of fruit plates.

As she approached, the candlelight flickered twice, and the shadow cast on the wall also swayed.

Sang Huaimin felt that the light behind him was blocked. He had been lowering his head to wipe away non-existent tears, but now he turned around to look.

Only then did Sang Ran notice that Sang Ning was also kneeling beside him, nodding his little head, obviously very sleepy.

Because everyone in the hall was kneeling, the woman sitting on the stool next to her stood out.

Sang Huaimin stood up by supporting his knees, his body trembling, and there were a lot more white hairs on his head.

"You're here?" His voice was tired and old: "Kowtowing to your grandma."

Sang Ran didn't look at him. His eyes were fixed on the photo of Old Lady Sang, and a bitter taste appeared in his mouth.

Her throat seemed to be blocked by something. Even though there was a constant flow of air around her, she still felt like she was drowning in water.

Out of breath.

Sang Huaimin gave up the position in the center, and Sang Ran approached step by step with heavy steps.

Bend your knees and kneel heavily on the mat.

She bent over and hit her forehead on the ground.

Once, twice, three times.

Like an emotionless robot, outsiders could not see any sadness in her, just like all the hypocritical people in this room.

Sang Ran endured the sourness in his nose and forced himself to stand up, his eyes more fierce than ever before.

She turned to look at the woman sitting on the stool.

Liu Jie.

He took steps in her direction.

If it weren't for a society ruled by law, everyone present would believe that Sang Ran might kill someone in the next second.

But even in this situation, everyone shrank their necks at the same time.

"Sang Ran, I..." Liu Jie was about to explain when her voice was interrupted.

Sang Ran gathered all his strength and slapped her hard on the face.

Liu Jie's face instantly turned to one side, and the place where Sang Ran hit her turned red and soon became swollen.

Sang Huaimin quickly stepped forward and pulled her: "She is still pregnant, can't you come to me if you have anything to say?"

Sang Ran sneered and looked at Sang Huaimin with a stern gaze: "Grandma raised you all by herself, and this is how you treat her now?"

"You can't say that..." Sang Huaimin said with a guilty conscience, "I didn't know she had a tumor, and didn't she tell me at the time that she knew the Pei family? Obviously, she had some selfish motives towards me..."

"Where is Li Chuchu?" Sang Ran asked.

"She... is busy outside." Sang Huaimin was becoming less and less confident.

Sang Ran suppressed her anger and looked at Sang Ning who was looking at her pitifully: "Come with me."

After she finished speaking, Sang Ning quickly stood up.

This group of people said that Grandma Sang had passed away and there were no young people in the family to keep vigil, so they brought her here at night and told her that she could not speak or move and could only kneel here.

Although she was very sad about the passing of Old Lady Sang, her small body could not withstand such torture.

Sang Ran did not leave with Sang Ning immediately. Instead, he walked to the memorial tablet and picked up the urn of Old Lady Sang.

Everyone was shocked and rushed forward to stop her.

Sang Ran glared at them, and her voice was as cold as if it came out of nine layers of ice, making people shudder: "I didn't take action against the Sang family before because of grandma's face. I wanted to give her a stable old age. You won't have a chance in the future."

"Sang Huaimin, just wait!"

She said this and left with Old Lady Sang and Sang Ning.

Stunned by this scene, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment: "What should we do? Should we continue to keep watch?"

"Bah!" Sang Huaimin spat coldly at Sang Ran's back. He turned around and helped Liu Jie up. "Go back to sleep. Why are you still guarding? Just do it for your own good."

Sang Ran drove Sang Ning home, settled Old Lady Sang's urn, wrapped it carefully, placed it in an orderly manner, and offered some fruits.

She walked Sang Ning into the room, watched her lie on the bed, and turned to leave.

Sang Ning was lying on the bed and called her, "Mom, where are you going?"

Sang Ran slowed down her pace but didn't look back: "You go to sleep first, mom will go out for a while."

She said and walked out quickly.

Sang Ran got back into the car. She started the engine calmly, but when the car started, she couldn't help but lean on the steering wheel, tears flowing like a river bursting its dam.

She was no longer able to hold on, all her strength was drained away, and her body was shaking.

The only sound in the quiet box was sobbing, which gradually became heavier and finally turned into howling.

A sense of unreality enveloped her, and she still couldn't believe it until now, but the touch of the urn in her arms was still clear, reminding her all the time.

At this moment, she truly discarded the mask of disguise, and her heart was torn apart, and the pain went deep into her bones.

She sniffed and wiped the tears from her face, but her body was still sobbing uncontrollably. She didn't care and drove out of the villa again.