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“Get. Lost. Now.” An Xiaxia stressed each word. “Or, you’ll live the rest of your days in prison!”

This was the first time Song Qingwan had ever seen An Xiaxia like this. Her legs gave out and she almost fell to her knees in front of An Xiaxia.

Mr. Nan waved his hand and some bodyguards showed up immediately to take Song Qingwan away before throwing her out of the hospital.

An Xiaxia sat back on the bench, as if she had used up all her energy in venting her anger. Her eyes were as red as a rabbit’s. Sheng Yize rubbed her head tenderly. “Don’t worry. I’m here with you.”

I’ll be there for better, for worse, in sickness and in health.

“Ahem.” Mr. Nan cleared his throat and turned to An Xiaxia. “Miss, the lawyers are here. Do you have any instructions for them?”

An Xiaxia shook her head, exhausted.

After several hours, the door to the operating room opened and a doctor came out, shaking his head.

An Xiaxia burst into tears right away. She had to bite down on her hand to keep herself from crying out loud.

“Let’s go see him, shall we?” Sheng Yize asked An Xiaxia in a gentle voice. An Xiaxia nodded and they went into the ward together.

Mr. Song lay there with his eyes half-closed. Seeing them come in, he moved his lips, trying to say something, but was too weak to make a sound.

Following the tradition in Yu City, Sheng Yize and An Xiaxia knelt down beside the bed and gave Mr. Song a kowtow.

“I’ll look after her.” Sheng Yize made a solemn promise.

Mr. Song seemed to smile a little and slowly closed his eyes.

The line on the monitor went flat the next second.

An Xiaxia couldn’t hold it anymore and burst into tears.

Her closest blood relative in the world was gone.

Sheng Yize took care of the funeral ceremony himself. It was a grand event and the majority of the business community of Yu City was there.

An Xiaxia wore a black dress and pinned a small white flower in her hair. She stood next to Sheng Yize, watching people come and go with an impassive face.

An unwelcome guest showed up without warning.

It was winter in Yu City and snow was falling, but the cold weather didn’t seem to bother Chu Zhiyun at all. She was still wearing a close-fitting cheongsam and had her hair neatly pinned up, looking elegant and attractive despite her age.

The audience stirred a little when they noticed her.

Chu Zhiyun strutted to the front of the room, lit an incense stick for Mr. Song, then went up to An Xiaxia.

All heads immediately turned their way.

“What are you doing here?” An Xiaxia had nothing to say to her.

Chu Zhiyun took off her sunglasses, her red lips curling into a smile. “Maybe... you should consider addressing me as ‘mother.’”

An Xiaxia’s face darkened. She wanted to throw this woman out.

However, Chu Zhiyun seemed to have read her mind and said unhurriedly, “Your father signed a marriage certificate with me before he passed away. That is to say, we’re legally married and I am his widow now.”

... So, the mistress had become legitimate?

An Xiaxia smiled. “Congratulations, former mistress! You’re officially a woman with a dead husband now!”

Chu Zhiyun’s face turned livid. She then lowered her voice and said, “Do I need to remind you that a wife has priority over children in the order of succession? Even with a will, you’re not getting everything for yourself!”

Heh... She was indeed so much cleverer than Song Qingwan.

An Xiaxia sighed in amazement inwardly. Sheng Yize beckoned a bodyguard over with an expressionless look on his face. “Bye, Oscar winner.”

“Hmph!” Chu Zhiyun sneered and left promptly.

“I see you’re in trouble.” Song Shi showed up out of nowhere, his smile reminding one of a sly fox.