After the Real Young Miss Became My Canary - Chapter 50

Chapter 50

At 8:30 PM that evening, the news that Song Corporation Chairman Song Guan had died from a sudden heart attack after failed emergency efforts took the second spot on the finance headlines.

The main finance headline, however, was something entirely unexpected, something only read about in fiction: Due to a baby-swapping incident, the primary heir to the Song Corporation was being transferred from the well-known eldest daughter, Song Zhi, to a person named Shen Ying. Furthermore, this so-called primary heir would split the shareholding equally with the illegitimate son, Song Qin.

Immediately, Song Corporation stock fluctuated wildly, and shareholders panicked, selling off their holdings.

Song Zhi was focused on a phone call.

As the car approached a sharp bend, a large truck suddenly swerved violently from the side, aiming squarely at their vehicle. If the collision succeeded, the enormous impact would send the entire car smashing into the guardrail, flipping it down the winding mountain road.

In this critical moment, the driver, whose forehead was already beaded with cold sweat, violently spun the steering wheel. In that single second, the car’s front narrowly scraped past the colliding truck at a tricky angle. The large truck was big, and its control performance was poor. Having missed its chance, and now facing the sharp curve ahead, even slamming on the brakes wouldn’t stop the truck immediately.

The truck driver’s hands shook as he desperately turned the steering wheel, beads of cold sweat pouring down his temples. But the truck’s heavy body wouldn’t obey, relentlessly surging toward the guardrail. Just as he was about to crash into the guardrail, two words surfaced in his mind: It’s over.

A huge bang echoed across the quiet, night-shrouded road. The truck’s cabin, under massive inertia, slammed heavily into the guardrail. In that instant, the powerful impact crushed the front of the truck inward.

Both the driver and the bodyguard in Song Zhi’s car sighed in relief. There weren’t that many out-of-control trucks on the road. They both knew perfectly well this was Song Qin’s pre-arranged attempt. Song Qin was petty, vengeful, and ruthless. Given their past conflict, even though Song Zhi had lost her right to inheritance and was no match for him, he wouldn’t rest until she was permanently out of his sight.

Moreover, as long as Song Zhi hadn’t voluntarily taken a DNA test to definitively confirm she was not a Song family descendant, there was always room for the matter to be overturned. For this reason alone, Song Qin had to ensure Song Zhi’s death.

Song Zhi hung up the phone again.

The bodyguard said: “The ship at the port is ready. We can leave as soon as we arrive.”

Song Zhi acknowledged this. In fact, she had lied to Song Guan. She had received her grandmother’s trust fund in America on her eighteenth birthday. Using that modest amount of money, along with her ongoing online investments, she had started a company specializing in design, which now had branches in major first-tier cities.

So, Song Zhi was not without options. The reason Song Qin needed her dead also lay in the trust fund—it contained more than just money.

The Song Corporation was built on Song Guan’s annexation of the An family. Before the annexation, the Song family relied on the An family’s support, working on medical equipment. After the takeover, Song Guan didn’t just consume the An family’s real estate assets, but also their long-standing foundation in Yanjing: medical resources. Song Guan, after the takeover, also focused on developing medical services, but anyone in that industry, especially an opportunist like Song Guan, wouldn’t have clean hands.

The first thing Song Zhi felt upon seeing the five kilograms of evidence was disgust and shame. It was from that moment on that she stopped spending a single cent of the Song family’s money.

Song Zhi’s phone lit up again. The bodyguard waited for her to speak, trying to keep her gaze off the phone, but her peripheral vision caught the two bold characters on the screen: Xie Chu.

Song Zhi’s expressionless, pale face looked cold in the dim light. She hung up the phone again and placed it screen-down on the leather seat. Facing the bodyguard’s inquiring look, an idea suddenly formed in her mind. Song Zhi lightly tapped her fingernail on the phone’s back—a habitual gesture when she was thinking.

Song Zhi: “Where is the rendezvous car right now?”

For safety, she had arranged for two cars, planning to switch vehicles mid-journey to throw off any pursuit.

The prepared bodyguard immediately answered: “It’s only one kilometer away. We can switch cars at the next intersection.”

There was no time to lose. Song Zhi: “Turn around.”

The driver and bodyguard looked at her with surprise but immediately complied without speaking. People in their line of work didn’t have the right to question.

Song Zhi said: “We’ll get out, and then have the car swerve left into the truck and send it down the mountain.”

The driver nodded, understanding her idea immediately, and acted on it.

Song Zhi lightly smiled: “Since they all want the news of Song Zhi’s death, I’ll give them one.”

This was the tenth call Xie Chu had made. She had prepared herself for the busy signal again. Given Song Zhi’s personality—her fastidious and principled approach to relationships—she was ready for a lifetime of not seeing Song Zhi or getting through to her.

Unexpectedly, after two rings, the phone no longer played the familiar busy tone. It connected!

Xie Chu sat up in surprise, eagerly beginning: “Listen to me! I really didn’t mean to…”

Song Zhi’s voice was slightly muffled by the wind and distance: “We’re turning around. There’s a small path near the Xie family entrance that others don’t know about.”

Xie Chu vaguely heard the bodyguard’s voice, guessing she was asking where to go next. Song Zhi remained silent, and for a moment, the sound of rushing wind filled the phone line. Xie Chu understood that this was likely a misdial; she hadn’t been forgiven. Xie Chu was saddened and dared not speak again, fearing she would anger Song Zhi further.

Song Zhi had a bad temper, was perceptive of others’ motives, and was straightforward, so she easily got angry in front of outsiders. But she wasn’t like that with her best friend. Only now, I might not be in the category of Song Zhi’s friends anymore.

The door was cautiously knocked again by Xie Mu, who quietly asked: “Honey, are you still angry? I want you to meet your new little sister.”

Xie Chu, as Song Zhi’s friend, naturally knew the relationship between the two. But she remembered Shen Ying’s flat expression—at that moment, her face hadn’t changed at all, while Song Zhi had trembled with disbelief. She impatiently mumbled: “I don’t want to.”

Xie Mu continued to quietly console her: “Honey, Mom knows you’re unhappy that I kept this from you. It’s my fault. Please open the door. Mom wants to apologize.”

The more Xie Chu listened, the more upset she became, and she couldn’t help but raise her voice: “I…”

Screech!

“Miss!! The car!”

Two voices shrieked simultaneously on the phone. Xie Chu’s panic peaked. She involuntarily stood up and screamed: “What happened?!”

“Boom!!!”

A huge explosion sounded, followed by a buzzing static on the phone.

Something terrible happened, didn’t it?! Xie Chu no longer cared if she’d be discovered or disliked. Her hands trembled uncontrollably as she shouted: “Song Zhi! What happened to you!!!”

In this location, she couldn’t dare imagine what had happened.

Just then, the door was kicked open. Shen Ying, her face flat and emotionless, strode in from the doorway. She seemed completely devoid of feeling.

Shen Ying asked coldly: “What happened to Song Zhi?”

Xie Chu’s lips moved a few times, but no sound came out. Finally, she managed a hoarse sentence: “The mountain road.”

The car sped furiously on the pitch-black mountain road.

Shen Ying’s mind was in utter chaos, but amidst the dense stream of thoughts, only one conviction grew stronger: Song Zhi absolutely must be safe! She absolutely must be! She no longer felt like herself, even beginning to chafe at the distance, urging: “Faster!”

Xie Chu had no time to be sarcastic. Her mouth and hands trembled uncontrollably: “This is the fastest I can go.” She wasn’t a very good driver; this was her absolute limit.

Shen Ying hated herself in that moment. Why did she try to save money by not getting a driving license? At least then she wouldn’t be standing here uselessly, filled with anxiety.

Xie Chu had initially worried about not finding the location, but after driving for nearly half an hour, she saw Song Qin’s figure standing by the guardrail. She immediately slammed on the brakes.

The car door opened, and Song Qin turned with a smile. In a good mood, he didn’t beat around the bush: “You’re too late. She just finished burning.”

Shen Ying’s mind instantly shut down. What followed was an intense, wrenching pain from her heart, as if it were being fiercely stirred with a knife. The pain spread from her heart to her throat, feeling like something was forcibly lodged in her mouth, choking her, and continuing to block her heart.

She was utterly speechless.

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