Zhou Lei was Song Hua's adoptive mother. She was the one who brought Song Hua back from the orphanage, and she was the one who painstakingly raised Song Hua.
But now, not only did Song Hua not know how to repay the kindness of raising her, but she treated her like an enemy.
A wild child was just a wild child, no matter how good you were to her, she would never be tamed.
Zhou Lei was very angry now.
"Forget it, don't bother arguing with elder sister," Song Baoyi sighed, "Besides, I was also at fault in this matter."
"What's your fault! It's all that little wild child's fault!" Zhou Lei looked at Song Baoyi, "Baoyi, you must never wrong yourself for that little wild child! She's not even worth a strand of your hair!"
Zhou Lei's greatest comfort now was having such an excellent daughter like Song Baoyi.
If she only had Song Hua as her adopted daughter, then she would have no hope in this life!
**
Upstairs.
Song Hua sat at her desk, the desk lamp was on. The phone she had just bought during the day had now been taken apart into scattered pieces. Various parts were piled together, probably making even professionals frown upon seeing them.
Some of these parts were original to the phone, and some were what she had scavenged from the flea market in the afternoon.
After buying the phone, she had very little money left, so she could only go to the flea market. Fortunately, good things could also be found there.
Song Hua slightly lowered her brows, her eyes focused, slowly piecing together the various parts. Under the light of the desk lamp, her already fair fingers were even more translucent white, slender and jade-like, beautiful enough to make people marvel.
Before long, the scattered parts were pieced together into a complete phone.
Song Hua pressed the power button.
Ding—
It turned on.
The modified phone looked no different from a normal phone on the outside, but after using it, one would find that the modified phone was more than ten times faster in response than an ordinary phone.
Song Hua downloaded a financial software from the APP store and opened it, then registered a new account.
A very simple account name.
SH.
Afterward, Song Hua put all the remaining 120 yuan in her bank card into a seemingly inconspicuous fund.
Just then, a news pop-up appeared on the webpage.
Song Hua casually clicked on it and was attracted by the banner on the news homepage.
Mysterious financial tycoon Miss Song dies unexpectedly
After clicking it open, first was a brief introduction about Miss Song.
Miss Song.
Unknown name, unknown identity, unknown birth address, age 24.
Eight years ago, Miss Song made a name for herself in the financial world in one fell swoop, and even helped China gain a firm foothold in the international financial world.
On May 26th, Miss Song died in a plane crash. On that day, the flight she was on crashed into an unnamed sea area. The entire flight, including the captain and flight attendants, a total of 56 people, all perished without a trace.
In the eulogy, there was such a passage:
"She subverted an era, created an unreplicable miracle, and was the faith of our generation!"
The comments below had exceeded one million.
[I still can't believe this is true. Miss Song has always been a god-like existence in my heart. I hope the media will come out to refute the rumors soon!]
[I'm still looking forward to seeing Miss Song's real face. I can't forget the battle that made her famous eight years ago. Without her, we wouldn't be where we are today.]
There was also a hot comment that was directly copied and pasted in the comment section.
[Though the person is gone, the faith remains!]
[Though the person is gone, the faith remains!]
[Though the person is gone, the faith remains!]
[.]
Song Hua indifferently flipped to the next news.
The next news was still about Miss Song.
Although nearly half a month had passed since the incident, the level of attention remained undiminished, which showed Miss Song's influence in China.
Yu family mansion.
The lights in the room were somewhat dim.
A strong smell of alcohol permeated the air.
The man sat on a small rosewood chair, his legs crossed, a cigarette that was about to burn out held between the fingers of his left hand. The computer in front of him was on, and the light from the screen cast a faint halo on the man's face.
If someone else were present, they would definitely notice that at this moment, the computer webpage was stopped at the comments section of the news.
[Though the person is gone, the faith remains!]
The comments had long since exceeded a million, and as far as the eye could see, they were all the same.
Just then, a cell phone suddenly rang in the quiet room.
The man unhurriedly pressed the cigarette butt in his hand into the ashtray, and then answered the phone.
"Hello."
Although the voice was very low, one could still hear the coldness contained within it.
He, shrouded in darkness at this moment, exuded the aura of a high-ranking person all over his body. Where was there any trace of a good-for-nothing?
The voice on the other end of the phone sounded young and energetic, "Third Brother, I've checked several sea areas nearby, but I haven't found any clues."
"Keep looking."
A very low voice, with no discernible emotion.
The other end seemed to want to say something more, after a moment, it continued, "Okay."
It had been half a month since the person had an accident.
The sea area near where the accident occurred was inherently volatile, with turbulent undercurrents and extremely high danger. Where could they still find clues now?
Just as Yu Tingzhi hung up the phone, there was a knock on the door.
Knock knock knock—
Yu Tingzhi turned off the computer and picked up the unfinished wine.
"Come in."
Soon, the door was pushed open.
Fang Minghui walked in from outside. As soon as she opened the door, she saw Yu Tingzhi lying on the chair drinking, the smell of alcohol in the air making one's head spin.
"Tingzhi, why don't you turn on the light?"
Saying this, Fang Minghui reached out and turned on the light.
Snap.
A stark white, dazzling light filled the air.
Yu Tingzhi, lying on the sofa, subconsciously raised his hand to shield his forehead.
"Tingzhi."
Looking at her youngest son, who was drinking and living in a drunken stupor all day long, Fang Minghui's face was full of helplessness and heartache, "Mom has made you some hangover soup, drink a little."
As Fang Minghui spoke, she helped Yu Tingzhi sit up against the sofa.
Yu Tingzhi took the hangover soup and took a sip.
The weariness between his brows was impossible to ignore.
Fang Minghui continued, "Tingzhi, you're about to get engaged. In the future, you can't just follow your own temper. Miss Song is not an ordinary girl. This alcohol, if you can quit it, try your best to do so!"
Song Baoyi was not only from a prestigious family, but also a talented woman famous throughout Jiang City. Her future prospects were immeasurable. If Yu Tingzhi didn't make a change, how could he compare to Song Baoyi?
After all, Yu Tingzhi was also known as a child prodigy. Fang Minghui believed that as long as Yu Tingzhi was willing to make a change, he would definitely be worthy of Song Baoyi.
Speaking to this point, she paused, and then took out a black card, "Here is some money that Mom has saved for you. After you get engaged to Miss Song, there will be many places to spend money. If you are short of funds, just say so. I am your mother, no matter how old you are, you will always be my child. You don't need to feel embarrassed between us mother and son."
If she gave Yu Tingzhi a little more money now, Yu Tingzhi wouldn't have to reach out to her for it.
After all, he was about to get engaged, and it wouldn't be good if Song Baoyi found out that Yu Tingzhi was still asking his family for money.
"Mom, I'm not short of money." Yu Tingzhi pushed the black card back in front of Madam Yu.
Fang Minghui knew that Yu Tingzhi was putting on a brave face.
He was a failure, spending all day drinking and playing games. How could he not be short of money?
"Mom knows you're not short of money, but this is Mom's good intention. Keep it!" Madam Yu put the black card in Yu Tingzhi's hand.
"I really don't need it."
Fang Minghui looked up at Yu Tingzhi, her expression complicated.
She was guessing in her heart that Old Master Yu might have secretly given Yu Tingzhi money.
Old Master Yu was always generous.
Since that was the case, Fang Minghui didn't insist anymore. If she hurt Yu Tingzhi's self-esteem, it would be going too far. She continued, "I've already prepared everything for the engagement, you don't need to worry about it."
Yu Tingzhi pursed his lips and didn't speak.
Fang Minghui knew what Yu Tingzhi was worried about and said with a smile, "Tingzhi, don't worry. Miss Song is not a superficial person. You two have been engaged since childhood, she definitely won't dislike you."
Madam Yu had met Song Baoyi once.
She was truly a knowledgeable and reasonable young woman.