The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

“Your mother?” The police gave her a contemptuous look. “Even if you stay here, no one can get you out! Illegal possession of a gun and attempted murder… you’ll rot in prison on those two charges alone, not to mention that you’ve pissed off that princess of the Fang family. No one can save you now!”

Song Qingwan still wouldn’t believe it and struggled. She only stopped fighting after they slapped her.

Before the plane took off, she pleaded piteously until a man let her make a phone call.

It took forever for the call to go through and she heard Chu Zhiyun’s graceful voice on the other end. “Hello, who is it?”

“Mummy, it’s me. Please help me… Didn’t you arrange everything for me? Why are they sending me to Africa… I’m not going!” She could barely speak between her sobs, but Chu Zhiyun showed no emotion whatsoever. After a long while, she finally said, “Are you done crying?”

Song Qingwan was bewildered and had no idea why Chu Zhiyun sounded so detached.

Chu Zhiyun said casually, “You tried to kill a person and that’s all on you. Why are you blaming it on others? Don’t call me again. I don’t want a daughter like you!”

Song Qingwan shivered uncontrollably, as if she had just been electrocuted. She couldn’t believe what she had just heard.

How could a mother say such things?

“Mummy…”

“Oh, I’ve been meaning to tell you this all along: you’re not my child. As for your mother, she’s long dead. You two have a great time in hell!” Chu Zhiyun chuckled, then hung up.

To her, Song Qingwan was nothing but a pawn.

Using Song Qingwan, she had gotten everything she wanted.

That idiot wouldn’t stop making trouble for her now and she had had no choice but to get rid of her!

Song Qingwan cried herself hoarse, her face streaked with tears.

Grievance, regret, reluctance, astonishment, bitterness… all sorts of emotions overwhelmed her, almost making her head explode.

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Fang Shanshan was much better after a few days of rest. Sheng Yize and Chi Yuanfeng talked about it, and decided that they would send An Xiaxia and Fang Shanshan back abroad.

Country M was the Fang family’s territory. The two of them would be better protected there.

The strife between the various Song family factions was still in full swing. It wouldn’t be safe to let An Xiaxia stay here.

Sheng Yize took her to the Yu City cemetery before she left.

Mr. Song and Zhong Yue’s tombstone was plain and simple. On it were photos from their youth. The man was handsome and the woman beautiful. They looked like the perfect couple.

An Xiaxia put down the flowers and stood there in silence for a long time before saying, “I’m leaving. You two… sleep tight.”

Sheng Yize held her, the look on his face tender.

“Let’s go visit your mother,” An Xiaxia proposed.

“Alright.”

An Xiaxia chuckled when she saw the photo on the tombstone. “I see you take after your mum.”

Sheng Yize said in his head, “Mum, I’ve brought you your daughter-in-law.”

After leaving the cemetery, Sheng Yize drove them back home. An Xiaxia looked out the window at the passersby when she caught sight of a family of three.

They had a little girl of two or three. Her hair was tied up in a top bun and her chubby cheeks were unbelievably cute.

All of a sudden, An Xiaxia wanted a baby herself…

Maybe it was the reality of losing both her parents, but An Xiaxia understood the importance of family and she wanted to have her own child badly.

“Sheng Yize, would you like a boy or a girl?” An Xiaxia asked tentatively.

“Neither.” Sheng Yize was uninterested.

An Xiaxia pursed her lips. “But I like them… How about we have one ourselves?”

Whoosh —

The Porsche took a sudden turn and stopped abruptly.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t want kids.”