She's come clean; the fake heiress has a ton of aliases.

Chapter 103 The Young Mistress Alone in Her Room
“Song Lihan, Yingqing was barely clinging to life when she left the Song family. She owes neither you nor the Song family anything.”

Nan Yu's eyes were red, and anger rose in her heart.

"If anyone owes a debt, it's you, the illegitimate son of the Song family, and your mother who owe her, leaving her homeless and surviving on her last breath."

The thought of Song Yingqing, covered in wounds and coughing up blood, collapsing into her arms and saying she was free, is unforgettable.

Nan Yu couldn't help but feel her eyes sting and tears welled up.

Song Lihan scoffed, his eyes even more sinister than before.

“Sever ties? As long as she still bears the surname Song, she will always be a member of the Song family. Even if she dies, she will be a ghost of the Song family and will always return to the Song family.”

After saying that, he ignored Nan Yu and left.

Looking at him, who was as confident as a madman, and remembering that he had contacted Song Yingqing a couple of days ago, Nan Yu couldn't help but feel a little flustered.

She forced herself to calm down, turned to Qi Ming and said, "Uncle Qi, I'm going out for a bit. Don't wait for me to come back for dinner."

She hurried out, hailed a taxi, and headed straight for Song Yingqing's house.

Wang Ma, who was halfway through cooking, chased after her, "Young Madam, the young master will be home soon. Where are you going? Why don't you wait for him to come back and we can talk after dinner..."

Before she could finish speaking, the taxi disappeared from her sight.

Immediately afterwards, a low-key yet luxurious car pulled up in front of Wang Ma.

The rear window of the car slowly rolled down, revealing that noble and refined face, and a cold voice rang out.

"Wang Ma, what are you doing?"

Wang Ma, who was holding a spatula, froze for a moment. She turned around and met Huo Junyan's cold eyes. Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly explained.

"Young Master, I was chasing after the Young Madam to bring her back for dinner, but she left in such a hurry that I didn't manage to stop her."

Huo Junyan had a vague memory of the taxi from earlier; he had seen her back as she got into the car from a distance.

"Let her go wherever she wants, don't worry about her." Xia Xing got out of the driver's seat, walked around to the back, opened the car door, and pushed the wheelchair in front of Huo Junyan.

Before he could speak, Huo Junyan said first, "Since she's not home, then forget it. Xia Xing, go back to the company."

Seeing that Huo Junyan was about to leave again, Wang Ma was very anxious and hurriedly said, "Young Master, please have dinner before you go. Maybe the young mistress will be back soon."

"The violets that the old lady specially planted for you have bloomed. Why don't you take a look?"

Huo Junyan said coldly, "No need."

When Wang Ma saw that Huo Junyan, who rarely returned to his bridal chamber, didn't even step into the house, she was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan and couldn't speak for a long time.

Qi Ming, who came out later, was holding a bunch of bright and fresh violets.

"Young Master, these violets were personally picked and wrapped for you by the Young Madam. Why don't you take them back to the company?"

Huo Junyan was about to refuse when Xia Xing took the flowers first.

"Young mistress, you are so skillful. You wrapped these flowers so beautifully."

Huo Junyan narrowed his eyes and stared at Xia Xing.

Xia Xing wore a smile that looked more like a grimace, pleading with his eyes for Huo Junyan not to refuse.

Huo Junyan withdrew his gaze and remained silent.

Xia Xing immediately placed the bouquet next to him, then turned back to the driver's seat, leaned over to Qi Ming and Wang Ma, and said, "Then I'll go back to the company with President Huo first."

Qi Ming smiled and nodded, then said to Huo Junyan, "Young Master, be careful on the road."

Wang Ma added, "Young Master, when you're not busy, remember to come home more often. It's so pitiful for the Young Madam to be alone in her room."

(End of this chapter)