Chapter 3 He’s nothing

Every summer in Wangdong City was especially hot, like a big steamer making everyone in the whole city feel irritable. This year was even worse.

Layers of heat waves can be seen in the air. The leaves on the trees in the courtyard all looked sick, craving for the next downpour.

Under the white pavilion, a woman was lying on a bamboo chair taking an afternoon nap. Her jet-black curly hair was dripping with sweat. The girl whilst dreaming suddenly raised her arms and squeezed the armrest of the bamboo chair. Her head shook in horror——

"Ah..."

"Help!"

Swish--

Song Ci opened her eyes abruptly and sat up from the recliner.

Was she still alive?

Wasn't she knocked out by her adoptive father and thrown into the car, demising in Yulongyuan River with the car?

When the passing maid heard her horrified cry, she stopped, stood in the shaded corridor, and asked Song Ci, "Miss Song, what's the matter with you?"

Song Ci took a few breaths before looking at the direction of the voice. Song Ci had to think for a while looking at the maid before remembering who this person was. "Aunt Zhang, I'm fine, maybe the weather is too hot. I had a mini heat stroke."

"Then go into the house and rest. I made a smoothie for you and the young lady. It happened to be ready to eat."

"Okay."

Song Ci only stood up after watching Aunt Zhang enter the house.

She stood in the pavilion and looked around the courtyard in front of her. This was the Mu's garden. Several trees were planted here, and a spring pond was built. Song Ci walked to the side of the pond and stared at the crisp clear water in the pond. Sorrowful images of her previous life appeared in her mind.

The so-called last life, had she actually experienced it or was it just a dream?

Song Ci could not tell the difference. She did not dare to rashly make a conclusion.

There was the sound of footsteps approaching. The pace was light. When she approached, Song Ci smelled a faint scent of lily. Mu Qiu loved the light fragrance of lilies and always need to have a little lily fragrance on her body.

"Sister, Aunt Zhang said that you had a little heatstroke. How are you feeling now?" The girl's voice was pleasant, like the sound of fresh spring water dripping on a stone plate.

Song Ci turned sideways to look at the girl beside her. Mu Qiu had straight black hair that crossed the shoulders. She was born with a delicate body. Her face was only the size of a palm. These features made people want to endlessly dote on her.

At this moment, Mu Qiu was smiling. Her eyes filled with concern for her, completely different from the selfish and ruthless woman in her previous life. Will Mu Qiu… really hurt her and Song Fei in order to live?

Seeing how Song Ci did not answer, Mu Qiu was even more worried about her health. Her delicate willow eyebrows twisted into a curved line, "Sister? Why aren’t you speaking?"

"I'm still a little dizzy." Song Ci said, "I'll go back to the room and lie down for a while."

"...Then quickly go and rest, the air conditioner has been turned on."

Song Ci's room and Mu Qiu's room are next to each other, both on the second floor. After returning to the room, how could she fall asleep. Suddenly thinking of something, she started busily looking around the room. Finally, she found her phone on the desk.

Song Ci turned on the phone and scanned the calendar.

5th July 2020.

Song Ci's eyes widened slightly. 12th August 2020 was Song Fei's death day. There is still one month till Song Fei's death!

Sister is still alive!

Song Ci was so excited, she shed tears.

She quickly wiped away her tears, put down her phone, and walked to the windows. She recalled, one month before the death of her sister, Mu Qiu suddenly fainted to the ground. She was diagnosed with heart disease only after being admitted to the hospital. She urgently needed a heart transplant.

To prove that that whether the laughable life was just a dream she dreamt of, or something she really experienced, soon she would know the answer.

If everything in the dream was true, then in this life, she must turn the tide and protect her sister!

All afternoon, Song Ci shut herself in her room to sort out the scenes in her dreams.

There was a knock on the door of her room.

Song Ci heard a middle-aged female voice whisper outside the door, "Song Song, are you awake? I heard from Qiu'er that you almost had a heat stroke today. Aunt Zhang made mung bean soup. Would you like to get up and drink some?"

The person outside was Du Ting-Ting, Mu Qiu's mother. A woman who was doted on by Mu Mian her whole life.

Just when Du Ting-Ting thought Song Ci was still asleep and turned around to leave, Song Ci suddenly opened the door.

Du Ting-Ting turned her head in surprise. She looked at Song Ci carefully and saw her ruddy complexion. She must be feeling better. She was relieved, "You have woken up. Then go downstairs and eat."

"Okay."

Song Ci followed Du Ting-Ting downstairs.

She looked at Du Ting-Ting's back. Du Ting-Ting’s hair was held up by an expensive jade hairpin. In her last life in her dream, Du Ting-Ting died of cerebral haemorrhage three years later.

When she opened the door just now and suddenly saw Du Ting-Ting, Song Ci felt like a world away.

Song Ci did not know whether Du Ting-Ting was involved in the murder of Song Fei. At least on the surface, Du Ting-Ting really loved her as a daughter. It was only in her death in her last life did she realize that she was a blind idiot. Song Ci no longer believed in her own eyes and judgement.

Song Ci and Du Ting-Ting came to the dining room together. Mu Qiu was already there.

Seeing Song Ci come downstairs, Mu Qiu said to her, "In the afternoon, Cheng Zi-Ang called and said that he wanted to ask sister to go to the movie tonight. Sister, are you going?"

Before Song Ci could answer, she heard Du Ting-Ting say, "Why didn’t he call your sister directly?"

Mu Qiu said, "He called, but it didn't get through."

Song Ci felt muddle-headed the whole afternoon. Her phone was turned off. She explained, "My phone is turned off and I forgot to charge it."

Mu Qiu looked at Song Ci, and her gossiping heart ignited, "Then sister, are you going to go to the date?"

"Not going."

It is impossible to go. This life, it is impossible to go on a date with Cheng Zi-Ang.

Cheng Zi-Ang had a half-brother named Cheng Yan-Mo. He was smart and capable and was known to have heavenly talents. With such an outstanding elder brother supressing him, Cheng Zi-Ang felt suffocated. His personality became vile.

At that time, among the rich guys in Wangdong City, there was a saying that goes like this——

Marry a wife like Mu Qiu but get a girlfriend like Song Ci.

The beauty of Song Ci was dazzling. She was like a rare treasure. Everyone who looked at her could not take their greedy eyes away. On the other hand, Mu Qiu, was a bright pearl, gentle, quiet and virtuous.

Mu Qiu was suitable to be a gentle, well-behaved and virtuous little wife at home. As for Song Ci, her beauty predestined her to be a radiant existence. No man can conquer her. Therefore, every man wants to have some exciting history with her.

But it was such a woman who made countless men obsessed that obeyed the arrangement of her adoptive father Mu Mian and married Cheng Zi-Ang at the age of 24.

Cheng Zi-Ang had a psychological illness and could not have sex when he was nervous. Marrying a beautiful Song Ci who he can see but cannot enjoy, Cheng Zi-Ang always had his guards up against her cheating. One month after the marriage, just because Song Ci smiled at the deliveryman, Cheng Zi-Ang laid hands on her and kicked her.

With the first incident of domestic violence, there will be a second, third...

Song Ci tried to divorce Cheng Zi-Ang, but Cheng Zi-Ang used Chaoyang Company to threaten her. During that time, Chaoyang Company had chaotic management and the capital chain was broken. If it were not for the help of Chuandong Group, Mu Mian might face bankruptcy.

Song Ci was grateful for Mu Mian's care for both sisters, and could not divorce Cheng Zi-Ang. The two lived entangled lives together for six years before Song Ci finally got a divorce when she stabbed Cheng Zi-Ang's gut with a knife.

Married at the age of 24, divorced at the age of 30. Song Ci, from a desert rose coveted by all, became a small bitter chrysanthemum.

The more she thought about it, the more aggrieved Song Ci felt about her last life.

There were thousands of beautiful men in the world, Cheng Zi-Ang counts for nothing!

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