After Transmigrating into a Book, I Had a Flash Marriage with the Beautiful Crazy Villain - Chapter 25.1

The moment Chu Ling’s voice rang out, the air instantly grew scorching hot.

Hidden in the darkness, Song Qingyi’s gaze turned even more dangerous.

She knew her current state wasn’t right, but at this moment, she desperately needed to see and touch Chu Ling.

No one knew just how overwhelming the panic in Song Qingyi’s heart had been the instant she realized Chu Ling was no longer in her sight like a tidal wave crashing over her entire body.

Her previously gentle eyes now seemed laced with ice, causing everyone who met her gaze to shiver involuntarily.

Almost the moment they noticed the shift in Song Qingyi’s expression, the clever ones immediately chose to step back.

It was an instinctive reaction.

Who didn’t know that the Song family had produced someone even more terrifying than the “smiling tiger” Song Yulin and that person was her daughter?

The good news was that her daughter, Song Qingyi, wasn’t as deceptive as her mother. The bad news? Song Qingyi showed no mercy, turning herself into a veritable king of hell.

No matter how cunning someone was, facing her only ended in loss.

Especially when she had first been pushed into the spotlight by Song Yulin everyone had underestimated her youth, thinking she’d be easy to manipulate.

Yet, in every confrontation, they gained nothing and lost everything.

At that moment, everyone understood: no one from the Song family could ever be a pushover.

Even if her personality was criticized, they couldn’t help but marvel at the Song family’s luck, producing such formidable successors generation after generation.

And precisely because Song Qingyi’s temperament was so unapproachable, even those who wanted to curry favor usually chose Song Yulin as their first target. At least that woman, though a smiling tiger, still offered a pleasant facade.

Song Qingyi, however, was too cold, her aura too terrifying. If even one wrong word was spoken, few dared to smooth things over.

Like now—the moment Song Qingyi’s expression shifted, the old foxes immediately sensed something was wrong and wisely kept their distance.

But the person who could provoke such an open display of emotion from her also piqued everyone’s curiosity. They searched discreetly, trying to identify who could possibly wield such influence.

Yet after scanning the entire venue, no one could pinpoint the target.

Song Qingyi could no longer stay. She turned to leave, but Song Yulin stopped her with a smile.

“Qingyi, are you really leaving now? In the middle of my banquet?”

The icy look Song Qingyi shot her way made even Song Yulin pause.

She knew this daughter was merely her obligation to the Song family. She had no interest in shaping what kind of person Song Qingyi became, nor did she care to invest the effort. Occasionally, she even felt a twinge of guilt.

But she valued her freedom more even if the cost was her daughter’s indifference, she had no regrets.

Still, being met with such a gaze from Song Qingyi left Song Yulin with a bitter taste in her mouth. Yet, she never let her emotions show.

In an instant, she guessed something must have happened to Chu Ling.

Only that child could make Song Qingyi lose her composure like this.

Truthfully, Song Yulin hadn’t approved of her choice to be with Chu Ling. But Song Qingyi had grown up, no longer under their control. Neither the Song family nor the Qing family could influence her decisions anymore.

Song Yulin was proud of the woman Song Qingyi had become but it also meant her wings had hardened, and she now had the power to crush any obstacle in her path.

Including her, the mother.

Song Yulin knew she couldn’t stop Song Qingyi from leaving, but for some inexplicable reason, she didn’t want her to go at this moment.

The banquet was currently at its peak, and it was her birthday, after all. What would it look like if Song Qingyi left now?

So she tightened her grip on Song Qingyi’s hand, her smile growing even gentler. “Qingyi, wait a little longer, alright?”

But Song Qingyi couldn’t wait another second. “You should know the only reason I brought her to see you is because you’re my mother. That’s it.”

Song Yulin’s expression froze, and her grip loosened slightly.

Without even looking back, Song Qingyi pulled free and strode straight out of the crowd.

For a moment, the lively banquet was filled only with music. Everyone had, as if by unspoken agreement, stopped talking and silently watched.

Yet Song Yulin quickly plastered on another smile, casually tossing out a remark to reignite the atmosphere. The guests immediately followed her lead, pretending as though nothing had happened no one dared mention Song Qingyi’s abrupt departure.

However, two people in the crowd suddenly paled.

Song Yulin noticed, and the curve of her lips took on a faintly mocking edge.

Some people, just couldn’t read the room. Utterly foolish.

She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, her smile widening as she effortlessly entertained the guests offering their congratulations.

Meanwhile, Song Qingyi stormed away, her expression icy. Those who crossed her path quickly scattered, not daring to provoke her.

But no matter how many times she called Chu Ling’s phone, no one answered. Once, twice, three times.

Yet all she heard was the same automated message: The number you have dialed is unavailable.

As time ticked by, Song Qingyi’s expression grew increasingly grim.

Suddenly, a figure stepped into her path.

Song Qingyi lifted her gaze, eyes blazing with fury.

It was the woman who had been with Song Yulin.

“You’d better have a good reason for stopping me,” she warned coldly.

The woman merely chuckled. “So hostile! Even if we didn’t work out as lovers, by all accounts, I’m still your stepmother. Is this any way to treat me?”

Song Qingyi turned to leave, unwilling to waste another second.

“Are you sure you want to go? If you do, that young lady might be in danger.”

Song Qingyi froze. “You did this?”

Noticing the deadly chill in her tone, the woman rubbed her arms. “Honestly, must you be so terrifying? Fine, fine I’ll talk. I saw your niece helping her into a room. She seemed drunk.

But your niece was called away two minutes ago. If you don’t hurry, I can’t guarantee what might happen.”

That single sentence was enough to make Song Qingyi’s aura turn murderous.

The woman sidestepped, holding up her hands as if to say she was just here to help and didn’t want to get caught in the crossfire.

Song Qingyi ignored her, demanding the room number before turning on her heel.

When she reached the vicinity of the room the woman had mentioned, she spotted a suspicious-looking man trying to open the door.

Her eyes turned glacial. In a few strides, she seized him.

The rage in her heart left no room for mercy. No matter how much the man begged, Song Qingyi didn’t so much as blink.

She then summoned someone to take the unconscious man away, she’d deal with him later.

Right now, all she wanted was to see Chu Ling.

When Song Qingyi opened the door, a sliver of rationality had returned to her. But the moment she saw Chu Ling lying unconscious on the bed, her face flushed, that dark impulse surged up within her again.

She couldn’t just let her off like this otherwise, she’d dare to be this careless again next time.

In an instant, that thought consumed her entirely, and the look in Song Qingyi’s eyes shifted.

She slowly closed the door, locked it, and stepped closer to Chu Ling.

The person on the bed remained oblivious.

Song Qingyi reached the bedside and leaned over her, her gaze tracing every inch of the face beneath her, lingering on those slightly parted lips.

She drew nearer, catching a faint, sweet scent of alcohol. As if intoxicated by that delicate aroma herself, she unconsciously lowered her head.

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