After the Real Young Miss Became My Canary - Chapter 43

Chapter 43

Song Zhi asked: “Shall I have someone drive you back? Or would you like to rest in the guest room for a while?”

Xie Yu howled: “I went through all that trouble to bring you here, and now I can’t even step foot inside your house.”

Song Zhi said expressionlessly: “It’s not that you’re not allowed in, it’s just that there are some things inside. Besides, aren’t you resting at my house right now?”

Xie Yu: “Even if there’s something, you shouldn’t keep me from stepping inside the door, should you?”

Song Zhi: “It’s my mother’s belongings. Do you want to see them?”

Xie Yu immediately backed down. Unlike Song Zhi, she was terrified of such things: “No, that won’t be necessary. Please send my regards to your mother.”

Song Zhi nodded, asking a maid to lead Xie Yu to the guest room to rest.

But ever since Song Zhi mentioned it, Xie Yu felt a chill down her spine. Forget the guest room; she felt uneasy just standing inside the villa’s front door.

She rubbed the goosebumps on her arms: “I think I’ll go home.”

The Scapegoat

Inside the car, Song Qin cursed loudly, pushing the speed to the extreme.

The fury of being outmaneuvered by Song Zhi was burning fiercely in his heart. All his anger was ignited in that moment.

The female companion beside him was badly frightened, desperately clutching the grab handle. She stammered: “Please, don’t drive anymore. You were out all night yesterday…”

“Shut up!”

The companion dared not speak again, closing her eyes tightly in fear.

Fortunately, the road was clear, and she, Song Qin, and the car were temporarily safe.

When Song Qin stopped the car and brought her inside, he ran right into his sister heading upstairs.

The female companion hadn’t heard Song Qin mention this sister, but judging by their interaction on the road just now, their relationship couldn’t be good.

The wealthy, feuding siblings are normal, she thought. Besides, they didn’t even share the same mother.

Song Qin said coldly: “I’ll take you for a walk in the garden.”

The companion didn’t dare to object and nodded repeatedly. As she turned, she couldn’t suppress her curiosity.

She secretly looked up. Either because her gaze was too obvious or for some other reason, the woman at the top of the stairs turned her head as she looked up. The two unexpectedly made eye contact.

The companion stared at the person on the stairs in astonishment.

The woman had fair skin and delicate features. Under her lowered eyelashes were a pair of clear eyes, and her slight nod carried an indescribable sense of nobility.

The companion froze, looking at her in disbelief.

Song Zhi curved a slight smile. Just from that one glance, she also recognized the person: “Hello.”

Song Qin, who was walking out, turned around. He scanned the two suspiciously: “Fu Xin, do you know her?”

Song Zhi was not someone who would casually greet the people he brought home.

Fu Xin’s lips went instantly white. She wasn’t stupid and could see that the relationship between the siblings was extremely poor.

If she said she knew her, given Song Qin’s dislike for his sister and his strange temper, she wouldn’t be in a good position. If she said she didn’t know her, Song Qin probably wouldn’t believe her either. It was a fatal question.

She hadn’t gotten what she wanted yet and didn’t want to break up.

Just as she was caught between a rock and a hard place, a slow, calm voice came from upstairs: “I accidentally stained her clothes once. Coincidentally, I can buy you a new one now.”

She hadn’t left yet! And she was speaking up for her! For a moment, Fu Xin couldn’t think about anything else. She just needed to get through this.

Fu Xin immediately chimed in: “It was just a piece of clothing. It wasn’t expensive. It’s fine.”

Song Qin didn’t say anything, unsure whether to believe them.

Fu Xin sighed in relief, though her hand was still trembling. She adopted her usual spoiled attitude: “Hmph, what are you doing? If you really don’t like me, I’ll leave, okay? Do you have to embarrass me in front of so many people?”

The suspicion in Song Qin’s heart finally dissipated. He smiled and put his arm around Fu Xin’s shoulder: “Don’t be angry. There’s no one else here.”

Fu Xin shot him a look: “So, you intentionally embarrassed me then?”

The Private Room

Song Zhi entered the house, and her personal bodyguard, who had been waiting at the door, followed her in.

When Song Zhi turned around, the bodyguard was closing the door. Through the gap, she could still see the two people downstairs talking.

The bodyguard paused her action.

A few minutes later, Song Zhi finally spoke.

“What is she here for?”

If she remembered correctly, this person was the girlfriend of that person named Zhao Zhong, right?

The bodyguard followed her gaze toward the two downstairs: “She’s been with the Second Young Master for ten days. I’ll investigate the rest.”

Song Zhi nodded slightly and sat down by the rectangular coffee table. The bodyguard tactfully retreated to the door and rang the internal line.

In less than two minutes, maids carrying clothes and jewelry filed in.

The bodyguard then retreated outside.

The Mother’s Room

Fu Xin instinctively looked up at the two tightly closed doors, adorned with Rococo-style carvings.

Fu Xin: “Wow, whose room is this? It’s huge.”

Song Qin impatiently looked up from his phone and glanced at the door: “It was Song Zhi’s mother’s. Bad luck. Let’s go.”

Song Qin knew he was in the wrong, so he could only indulge Fu Xin’s wish to walk around the villa. But he truly lacked the patience and had been using his phone to pass the time. He hadn’t expected Fu Xin to wander to Song Zhi’s mother’s door.

Song Zhi was a maniac when her mother was mentioned, and Song Guan was coming back soon. Song Qin didn’t want to provoke her.

Fu Xin looked at the grand, stately door, then at Song Qin, who was back to staring at his phone, and asked tentatively: “I want to go inside and see.”

Song Qin didn’t look up: “No.”

Fu Xin: “But I want to go.”

Song Qin looked troubled.

Fu Xin stamped her foot: “Oh, please! I’ve never seen such a beautiful door! The inside must be even more gorgeous. Just let me take a quick look.”

Song Qin: “Fine, fine, just for a moment.”

Anyway, Song Zhi is busy trying on clothes; she won’t know.

The interior decoration was indeed as magnificent as Fu Xin had imagined. She widened her eyes, surprised at the furnishings, which were exact replicas of a European aristocratic castle.

Fu Xin reached out and touched the mirror in front of the dressing table. Dust came off on her finger. Even after so long, the ruby inlaid on the mirror was still shimmering.

Fu Xin: “Is no one living here?”

Song Qin briefly looked up from his phone: “Oh, my dad married into the family at first. He was afraid of gossip, so he moved out. My mom wanted to live here, but Song Zhi wouldn’t allow it, so it’s been abandoned.”

Song Qin didn’t specify how Song Zhi didn’t allow it, but Fu Xin understood from his subtle tone.

Fu Xin was afraid he would get angry again thinking about this, so she looked down at the mirror to keep busy. Looking down, she noticed something quickly flash underneath the dressing table.

Fu Xin: “What is this?”

She bent down to pick it up. It was a pocket watch. It was open, and inside, there was a photograph.

The person in the photo had a slender face, pursed lips, and was looking coldly ahead.

As Fu Xin looked, the person’s outline gave her a vague sense of familiarity.

To see more clearly, she used her fingertip to wipe the photograph.

Song Qin happened to look up: “Oh, that’s Song Zhi’s mother.”

The photograph was completely clean, revealing the person’s cold face.

Fu Xin stumbled back abruptly, and the pocket watch slipped from her grasp, clattering onto the floor.

She knew who she looked like!

Song Qin cursed: “Are you crazy? What are you freaking out about?!”

Fu Xin ignored him.

The image of the other woman quickly flashed through her mind.

Clear, cold eyes, a straight, narrow nose bridge, and then… everything else was a blur.

They looked nothing alike, yet somehow, they seemed exactly the same.

Her heart pounded wildly.

She realized this was an opportunity!

Song Qin, seeing her lack of reaction, was about to reach out, but the person in front of him suddenly looked up and grabbed his hand.

Song Qin was startled and immediately shook her hand off: “Are you trying to kill me?!”

Fu Xin was pushed with great force into the dressing table. Her hand and waist hit the table hard, but she didn’t care anymore: “Do you think Song Zhi looks like her mother?”

Song Qin was puzzled: “How would I know? I’ve never seen her.”

Then he met Fu Xin’s incredibly bright eyes, and a bold idea rose in his mind.

Seeing her certain look, Song Qin tentatively shouted angrily: “How is that possible! You need proof to say that!”

Fu Xin: “I have proof, of course.”

Song Qin: “A DNA report. The fastest we can get it is four hours.”

The Text Message

A maid carefully adjusted the curled hair near Song Zhi’s face: “Eldest Miss, it’s done.”

Song Zhi, scrolling through her phone, hummed without lifting her head.

Another maid was equally cautious, gently raising Song Zhi’s hand to apply foundation to the large scab on it.

The maid doing her hair felt a flicker of curiosity.

Before, Song Zhi had never used her phone in the villa, let alone in her room. This was extremely unusual.

The maid turned to deal with the stray hairs on the other side. Looking down, she clearly saw the phone screen glowing in the strands of hair.

She immediately looked away.

But the content she just saw inevitably appeared in her mind.

It was a number starting with 158, followed by a blank space at the bottom. It looked like the messaging interface.

Is the Eldest Miss waiting for a message?

And the Eldest Miss doesn’t even have the person’s app contact information?

Otherwise, she couldn’t explain why the Eldest Miss kept checking her messages.

11:23 am. Shen Ying still hadn’t sent a message.

Song Zhi flipped her phone face down on the table, only to pick it up again a moment later.

It was still 11:23 am. Shen Ying still hadn’t sent a message.

When is Shen Ying going to send a message?!

Ten minutes later, the maids had finished the makeup and hair, and they quietly filed out of the room.

Song Zhi stood up, preparing to change clothes.

Knock, knock, knock.

Song Zhi: “Come in.”

Fu Xin cautiously pushed the door open. As she looked up, her heart tightened.

Song Zhi was sitting in front of the coffee table. Seeing the door open, she slightly raised her head.

Fu Xin didn’t dare to speak, carefully meeting her gaze.

Song Zhi was expressionless, looking at her indifferently.

Although she made no move and only glanced at her before lowering her head to sip tea, Fu Xin still felt a sense of condescension in her eyes.

She knew clearly that this was something Song Zhi herself wasn’t aware of.

Fu Xin took a deep breath, just about to speak.

Just then, a ding-dong sound rang out.

Fu Xin looked at her phone in confusion. She had turned the sound off when she came in, hadn’t she?

Song Zhi said indifferently: “It’s mine.”

Then, she quickly reached for her phone.

Number: 158…463

Don’t come again. I don’t like you.

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