In a cemetery in the suburbs of City C, Song Nanxi was pushed away from the tombstone by Lin Jingya. The black umbrella fell aside, and the big and rapid raindrops fell on her, mixed with mud, making her look messy.
"Get lost! We in the Song family don't have a daughter like you! You are not worthy to come and worship your father, you are not worthy!"
The heart-wrenching scolding penetrated the pouring rain and penetrated into Song Nanxi's ears like a curse, making her feel like her heart was being stabbed by needles and she felt like she was dying of pain.
This was Dad's funeral, but no one in the Song family welcomed her. Even her mother, who gave birth to her and raised her, was staring at her with disgust, with hatred in her tear-swollen eyes.
Through the rain curtain, Song Nanxi crawled back to the tombstone and allowed his mother to scold and berate him, his little face as pale as paper.
"Dad, I'm sorry, I was wrong. I was wrong seven years ago. I loved the wrong person. All of this should be repaid by me. Dad, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
Song Nanxi confessed over and over again. She cried bitterly in front of the tombstone, looking at the photo on the tombstone. It was her father who loved her the most since she was a child.
But he has left this world...
"You are such a scourge! You killed your father! Why did you fall in love with that devil when you could love anyone else?"
"Song Nanxi, get out! I don't want to see you again. I, Lin Jingya, don't have a daughter like you!"
Lin Jingya, supported by Song Yu, stared at her almost exhausted, with a ferocious and crazy look: "Why didn't you die! Why did I give birth to you, why don't you die!"
Why wasn't she the one who died?
Song Nanxi was in a daze. Yes, she was the one who made the mistake, so why wasn't she the one who died?
Why! ! !
"Mom, this is all Lu Tingshen's fault, it's that devil Lu Tingshen! Nanxi just met the wrong person. Isn't she sad that her father passed away? Mom, please don't be like this!"
Song Yu let go of Lin Jingya, picked up the umbrella and walked to Song Nanxi, wiping the tears and rain from her face, with a look of regret: "Nanxi, Dad is dead. Do you still think Lu Tingshen loves you? He doesn't love you, you are just a tool for him to take revenge on the Song family. Let go, Nanxi, we already don't have a dad, and we don't want to be without you anymore."
"Let her die! If she hadn't insisted on marrying Lu Tingshen, how could her father have died! It's all her fault! It's all her fault!"
Lin Jingya didn't give her a chance to speak. She stared at her and said sternly, "From today on, the Song family has nothing to do with her! If she wants to kneel, let her kneel! Song Yu, stand up. If you still recognize me as your mother, don't worry about her life or death anymore!"
After saying that, she grabbed Song Yu and pulled him away.
Seeing that Lin Jingya's face was pale and she was gasping for breath, Song Yu was afraid that she would be stimulated again, so he could only listen to her and calm her down.
After people left, the rain became colder.
In front of the tombstone, only Song Nanxi was kneeling there in despair.
"Confession?"
A black umbrella appeared above Song Nanxi's head. The man was wearing a high-end custom-made black suit. On his angular face like a fine sculpture, a pair of cold eyes fell on the tombstone, cold and indifferent.
Song Nanxi trembled all over, and clenched his hands hanging at both sides into fists.
Lu Tingshen!
"Lu Tingshen, let's get a divorce."
The rain hit the umbrella, and her voice was low and deep under the umbrella.