December 12th is the death day of Song Zhiyuan.

Song Chen took Hua to the cemetery, but he saw Zhao Yungang from afar.

Zhao Yungang has not fully recovered yet. Sitting in a wheelchair, Mrs. Zhao and Zhao Xin were wearing black clothes, standing behind him.

Song Chen was stunned for a moment, his lips pursed, and stopped in place.

Zhao Xinzhi saw him, so he had to walk over with flowers, step on the snow, creaking.

It was a bit embarrassing. He hadn't broken the paper before, so he was willing to pretend. Now the truth has been revealed, and no one can disguise it anymore. He didn't know what it was going to be called when he met.

Mrs. Zhao said: "We'll leave."

As she said that, she patted Zhao Yungang on the shoulder. Zhao Yungang seemed to be in a daze. After being patted, she turned her head. She looked very tired and was in a worse state than last time.

Song Chen's nose was a little sour. Maybe it was true that hatred might be true. Cuteness was true, otherwise it would not be so painful. He would rather Zhao Yungang treat him not so well. What is this? Is the tears of the crocodile? The tears of the crocodile are the most tormenting.

He pursed his lips tightly, went to his father's tombstone, and put down the flowers in his hand.

"Xiao Chen..." Zhao Yungang called him, "Have you been doing well recently?"

"I'm fine," Song Chen said: "I'm leaving and ready to go abroad."

Zhao Yungang didn't say anything, Mrs. Zhao gently pressed his shoulder and said, "It's cold, let's go back."

Song Chen let them go aside and let them go.

Mrs. Zhao pushed Zhao Yun out as soon as she walked out, but Zhao Xinzhi stopped and looked at him.

Song Chen is wearing a gray coat and looks particularly mature and indifferent.

"There is something I still want to tell you," Zhao Xinzhi said: "I heard that you met Wang Jianming before, and heard that he had told the past things..."

He paused and said, "I don't know how he told you, but Wang Jianming and his father are mortal enemies. Don't believe everything about him. I heard from the second brother that he said, but the actual situation of what Dad said is different. Who is lying can be seen at a glance."

"So, are all his words fake? Isn't it my dad who Zhao Yungang killed?"

Zhao Xinzhi was stunned for a moment, his face slightly ashamed.

Song Chen said, "I don't want to say this in front of my dad's grave."

"I'm not saying it's all fake... I'm just thinking, maybe your hatred for your father doesn't just come from Uncle Song's death, but also Wang Jianming's inspiration. I mean it's possible," Zhao Xinzhi said: "It's not that I don't let you hate anyone, or forgive anyone, just, Xiaochen, love and hate are tormenting people. I hope you can have less hatred in your heart and you'll be better off. Don't punish yourself for other people's mistakes... Are you going abroad? That's fine, change your environment and live a good life."

Zhao Xinzhi's throat moved, turned around and walked outside, took two steps and turned around, and said, "You should tell me this earlier."

When he walked away, a sneer appeared on the corner of Song Chen's mouth, but his eyes were a little red. He wiped the photo on Song Zhiyuan's tombstone with his sleeves and whispered: "What's the use?"

What is the use of it, what is the use of saying it, what is the use of hatred or regret, it is useless. People cannot be resurrected when they die, and they cannot be pieced together when their hearts are broken. His life is already full of useless tearing.

He felt that he had returned to the past, his chest was stuffy, he missed his reborn self, but his heart was very happy and comfortable, and he often forgot about his past events, thinking that he was Song Chenchen, a brand new identity and soul.

Could it be because Wang Jianming has added fuel to the fire?

Compared to Zhao Yungang, Wang Jianming deserves to die, but unfortunately the law cannot judge him, and I don’t know how he is now.

He should go and see Wang Jianming. He has been avoiding this matter over the years, and has only seen him once. Seeing him being trapped in an old house by Zhao Yungang without anyone or ghost, he felt happy. He was feeling very uncomfortable now, and he needed to take a look.

Song Chen drove directly to Maojin Huafu. Who knew that when he arrived at the old house, he found that Wang Jianming was no longer there.

He was stunned for a moment, searched all corners, but did not find Wang Jianming.

What about Wang Jianming and Wang Jianming? Shouldn’t he continue to repay his sins here? Why is he gone? Was he running away or Zhao Yung let him go?

Why, why, why can't he get out of this pain? A scum like Wang Jianming can live again. Song Chen suddenly fell into an extremely hideous mood. He smashed the things in the room and pulled up his hair panting, feeling a little dizzy.

He immediately called Zhao Xinzhi: "Where is Wang Jianming, why is he not in the old house?"

Zhao Xinzhi said: "I don't know, he..."

"Ask Zhao Yungang!" he yelled.

Zhao Xinzhi said: "Xiaochen, please calm down first. Dad is not in good health yet. He doesn't know these things. Wang Jianming's affairs seem to have been dealing with them these days..."

Song Chen hung up the phone without waiting for him to finish speaking and immediately called Zhao Jindong: "Is Wang Jianming in your hands?"

Zhao Jindong was silent for a moment, then said "Yeah" and said, "Are you."

"Where, I want to see him."

Zhao Jindong told him the address, and he hung up the phone directly.

Zhao Jindong was in the office. After hanging up the phone, he immediately took his coat and ran out and drove to Wang Jianming's new residence today.

He transferred Wang Jianming to a new house and approached the hospital. Wang Jianming's physical condition was not very good recently. As soon as he arrived at the community, he saw Song Chen's sports car.

Zhao Jindong quickly got out of the car and went upstairs, and as soon as he entered, Song Chen was laughing.

She smiled hideously.

After he went in, he saw Song Chen looking at Wang Jianming and laughing. Wang Jianming trembled and said, "What are you laughing at, what are you laughing at!"

Song Chen felt relieved. Wang Jianming had grown a lot and must have been very sad in the past few years.

"I just learned that I came over to ask you about my dad. Didn't you tell the truth? Did you lie to me?" Song Chen moved a bench and approached. Wang Jianming wanted to hide behind. Song Chen grabbed his collar: "What are you hiding? What are you hiding? Have you lie to me? Do you know that I hate people lying to me the most!"

"I don't know what you are talking about. No matter how you ask, I'm just saying one thing. Song Zhiyuan was killed by Zhao Yungang. If you want to take revenge, go find him. It's useless to torture me to death! I'm also a victim!"

"I'm asking you, have you lie to me?" Song Chen asked.

"I don't remember what I said." Wang Jianming shivered, without any injuries on his body, but his legs and feet seemed extremely unsightly: "You spare me, it's been so many years since you've been there, why can't you get through?"

"Past? Who's going?" Song Chen smiled, but his expression was a little scary: "I'll ask you again the last time and answer my question honestly. Did you lie to me at the beginning? What words did you lie to me and say!"

"I don't……"

Song Chen immediately stood up, picked up the bench and was about to smash it on his head. The person behind him grabbed him: "Young Master Song, you can't beat him. If he doesn't beat him now, he will die."

Song Chen gasped violently, Zhao Jindong grabbed the bench in his hand, and Song Chen said, "Yes, yes, he can't die, he's going to be better off if he dies."

He walked a few steps back and asked Zhao Jindong: "Why did you transfer him here and why did you live in such a good house? Such a scum should eat, drink, defecate and slap in a room, and you will be disgusted to death!"

Zhao Jindong took him to the living room, and Song Chen shook his hand away: "I'm asking you!"

"Don't you suspect that Uncle Song's death has other hidden information? I also think his statement is very different from his father's statement, so I wanted to ask him carefully, but he was stubborn and couldn't ask anything. But his wife, I gave her some money, and she told me a lot yesterday."

"What did she say?"

"She said Uncle Song didn't commit suicide."

Song Chen suddenly turned around and looked at Zhao Jindong. He was stunned for a while, then smiled and asked, "Have you started washing Zhao Yungang now?"

Zhao Jindong continued: "Her words cannot be used as evidence, so I didn't tell you."

But this statement exploded in Song Chen's head like a bomb. He walked back and forth, wiped his face, and asked, "What did she say?"

"She said it was Uncle Song who was killed by Wang Jianming himself, but she didn't know the specifics. Wang Jianming was very strict. This was what she and Wang Jianming only knew after living with him for so many years."

"You just said you gave her some money? Are you sure she didn't say these things for the sake of money?"

"After she left, she told me on the phone, so there was no need for her to make up this lie to me." Zhao Jindong said: "I tried him all night yesterday, but Wang Jianming was in poor health and could not move him casually. He was hard-mouthed and didn't ask anything."

Song Chen sneered: "Is his stubborn mouth and his heart as hard as he is? I don't think so."

People have weaknesses. Wang Jianming's weakness is not in himself, nor in the wife he married later, but in his children.

Zhao Yungang relied on what to control Wang Jianming. Even if he gave him freedom, he would not dare to run away. He was not just relying on huge debts to control his children. If he was about to run away, his children would be all over.

This is Zhao Yungang's vicious method, which controls people but is not illegal. It seems that he is good at eating and drinking, raising Wang Jianming, who is full of nothing and is plagued by illness.

He wanted to bring all Wang Jianming's children over, and he wanted to torture them hard in front of Wang Jianming, but he didn't believe that Wang Jianming would not spit.

"Don't do anything illegal," said Zhao Jindong, "It's not worth it to implicate yourself."

"I'm not afraid of death, but I'm still afraid of breaking the law?" Song Chen sneered at him: "To me, you don't understand what is worth and what is not worth."

He said and walked out.

"Xiao Chen!"

Song Chen turned around, smiled and said, "Don't worry, Zhao Jindong, all this is not your fault, it has nothing to do with you. We dirty people and do dirty things, don't worry, it's clean and good."

Wang Jianming was still trembling on the bed, and he heard the screams of the woman.

Song Chen grabbed Wang Jianming's daughter's hair and carried her to the bedroom. Wang Jianming stood up and saw that the bedroom door was kicked open. Song Chen pushed his daughter Wang's room, and the woman cried, "Dad!"

"Mingying!" Wang Jianming looked at Song Chen in surprise. The room was dark, and there was only a small lamp. In the blurry light, Song Chen's handsome face looked a little crazy. He threw the bag in his hand on the table behind the door: "Is it your biological daughter, right?"

"What are you going to do!"

"What I want to do depends on you," Song Chen said: "Whatever I ask, you say honestly, and I will let her go, otherwise, you, a son and a daughter will be in my hands. Do you want me to torture them one by one? How about raping first and then killing?"

Wang Jianming's daughter immediately cried and shook her head: "Dad..."

Wang Jianming's whole body was trembling: "You dare, you dare, this is a violation of the law, this is a violation of the law, you have to go to jail!"

Song Chen laughed, his body trembling with laughter: "Money, I have money, Wang Jianming, you are a beast who can harm people for money. Don't you know the effect of money? How much money do I have? I just killed your family. Do you think I will go to jail?"

"You said I am a beast, look at you, what's the difference between you and a beast like me?!" Wang Jianming cursed angrily.

"Well said, I don't know what the difference between me and beasts are, but I just knew that my dad might not have committed suicide, it was not Zhao Yungang who killed him. It was you, is it true?"

Wang Jianming was stunned for a moment and immediately said at the top of his lungs: "You...whoever you heard said is nonsense. You want to rely on me and want to rely on me, there is no door or door!"

Song Chen laughed and looked at him and tears fell from laughter. He said, "Wang Jianming, it's better to do this, otherwise you killed my father, killed my mother, and ruined me. I don't know what I would do. Ah, I shouldn't tell you this. If I said this, you won't tell the truth, right?"
To be continued...