Pastoral Trifles: The Poor Girl Turns Over

Chapter 495 My surname is Song and my name is Song Fanhua 2
"Get up!" Shen Ming said in a deep voice, pointing to the chair beside Song Fanhua to sit down, then glanced at Cheng Huan coldly, and told Song Che coldly, "Take this little girl down to rest, I have something to say I want to talk to Fanhua!"

There was no room for negotiation with the old man's words, Song Che frowned, turned around and said to Cheng Huan: "Huan'er, let's go out with Uncle first!"

　 Cheng Huan looked up at Song Fanhua, but Song Fanhua's eyes fell on the old man. Cheng Huan nodded slightly and followed Song Che outside.

In the room, Song Fanhua was still standing quietly, and now he knew the identity of his mother without asking any questions.

Shen Ming also saw through Song Fanhua's thoughts, and said softly: "Your mother is my youngest daughter. She grew up holding her in the palm of her hand since she was a child. She is knowledgeable, proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and is a kind and considerate child. I followed you that year. Grandma went back to her hometown to visit relatives, but she was robbed by thieves on the road. Your father saved your mother, and your mother lost her memory. It has been nearly two years since I found them. Of course I would not agree to their marriage. Your mother should She wants to enter the palace to be a concubine, even if she just finds someone to marry in the capital, she is better than Song Che, so I brought your mother back, but I didn't expect that she would have given birth to you with Song Che."

"Then where is my mother now?" Song Fanhua accepted calmly. He had thought of this version before.

This is the identity gap. He has studied for so many years, and he understands the identity gap even more.

Shen Ming didn't answer the question directly, and said with a snort, "You don't want to know what kind of good life I will arrange for you as your grandpa?"

Song Fanhua was silent, just shook his head calmly, without any fear, Shen Ming's expression changed, he stared at Song Fanhua coldly, and said sarcastically: "Just like your father, if he didn't anger me back then, maybe I won't break them up either!"

"And then? Where is my mother now?" Song Fanhua only cared about his own concerns. He couldn't do the same disrespect to the old man who accused his father many times before him, but he didn't like it even more.

He was also a farmer, and when he insulted his father, he also insulted him.

His father's temperament is somewhat stubborn, but he is not rude. The old man in front of him is clearly a domineering and dictatorial man. He must have said something that Song Che could not accept, that's why he was like this.

"He passed away, and he committed suicide the year he came back!" A trace of pain flashed across Shen Ming's eyes, but soon turned into an even more angry roar, "If it weren't for your father's stubbornness, my daughter would not have died either! "

Song Fanhua's shock was no less than Shen Ming's roar. His eyes widened suddenly, and he stared at Shen Ming coldly. The goal he had been looking forward to for more than ten years disappeared all of a sudden, taking him along with him. The flesh and blood are torn together.

Song Fanhua stood up abruptly, and roared angrily, "You must have forced her to do something she didn't like, that's why she committed suicide!"

"Nonsense, it's clearly your father's selfishness that made her take that step. Everything I do is for her benefit." Shen Sheng pushed the table in front of him away, and the teacups and tea sets on the table were rattling. He fell to the ground.

"Speak clearly!" Song Fanhua gritted his teeth and looked at Shen Ming. Shen Ming thought that after Song Fanhua learned everything, he would change his mind about Song Che, but it was clear that everything did not extend in the direction he imagined.

(End of this chapter)