Chapter 779 - I’m Sorry, But I Don’t Want Kids (2)
The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
âOf course I wonât! I hate her! That house is daddyâs and I havenât lived in it yet.â Tears welled up in Song Qingwanâs eyes as she recalled Mr. Songâs bias. âMummy, Iâll never get over it...â
Chu Zhiyun sighed. âI know. Although I have a marriage certificate now... I canât say for sure that sheâll leave me in peace. We may lose everything!â
What? Was she going to live on the street or worse?
The current situation wasnât ideal, but at least they could enjoy the wealth of the Song family and she could live her life as the daughter of a rich family.
If they couldnât even get the money...
Song Qingwan couldnât sit still anymore and asked nervously, âWhat shall we do?â
Chu Zhiyun sneered inwardly at her reaction, but she still looked as delicate as ever. âI do have an idea, but... itâs too dangerous and I canât let you risk your life for it.ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âNo! Mummy, Iâll do anything you say, even if you ask me to kill someone!â If she relented now, she and her mother could end up penniless!
Chu Zhiyun had âI knew itâ written all over her face. She looked up a little, which gave her a mesmerizing beauty. âWhat if mummy tells you to kill her?â
âWh- what?â Song Qingwan was shocked.
Chu Zhiyun said unhurriedly, âMummy will arrange everything for you. Once you kill her, Iâll let the police take you away. With An Xiaxia dead, Iâll inherit all the company shares and Iâll have the power and money to get you out of jail. Youâll be the legitimate daughter of the family and my dearest princess. Alright?â
Song Qingwan fell silent.
They were talking about murdering someone here.
âMummy... you can hire a hitman for that...â
âAn Xiaxia has so many bodyguards around her, even the best hitman wonât be able to get close enough. But... youâre wounded now and she wonât see you as much of a threat. Qingwan, if you donât want to go, Iâll do it myself!â
âNo! Iâm not entitled to anything myself. If An Xiaxia is dead and youâre in prison, I canât inherit anything!â Song Qingwan blurted out before she sensed something strange.
But she couldnât put her finger on exactly what it was.
She felt like... she had walked into a trap.
But Chu Zhiyun was her own mother. She wouldnât do anything to harm her, would she?
âI would never have asked you to do this if I had another choice! Qingwan, my poor daughter! You didnât have a happy childhood and now, this... How are we going to survive? An Xiaxia is so vile and Sheng Yize so methodical. With them working as a team, we have no hope!â Chu Zhiyun sounded heartbroken and Song Qingwan cried with her. âMummy, donât say that... Iâll go! Iâll do it!â
The next second, Chu Zhiyun took out a tiny pistol and stuffed it into Song Qingwanâs hand.
âGood girl. Hide it under your hospital gown. I received the news that one of her friends is sick and An Xiaxiaâs here at the hospital now. Make an excuse to get in, then... shoot her. My people and the police will be waiting outside. They wonât let anything happen to you!â Chu Zhiyun spoke very fast, as if she was afraid that Song Qingwan might get cold feet.
Song Qingwan stared at Chu Zhiyun, bemused.
âNow, go!â Chu Zhiyun prompted. Song Qingwan nodded, then limped toward the ward An Xiaxia was in, supporting herself with a walking stick.
Behind her, Chu Zhiyun dabbed at the corners of her eyes, her red lips curling into a satisfied smile.