Chapter 167: The Real and the Fake Song Qingtian

“You’re doing this to get back at me!”

Song Qingtian had been prepared all along. Since Ling Hanyu was probing her, she certainly wouldn’t just sit there and wait to be defeated.

The issue of her parents’ property was merely a smokescreen; what lay beneath was a truly ruthless move.

Ling Hanyu wore a cold expression. “You sure look like you’re out for revenge!”

With that, he turned back to work. Song Qingtian knew Ling Hanyu was furious, so she turned around and went to sit down.

She hadn’t spent much time with Ling Hanyu, but she did know him well enough to realize he wasn’t the type to resort to underhanded tactics to settle disputes.

So if he wanted to get even with someone, he’d do it in a straightforward, no-nonsense way.

And that’s exactly how he’d handle her—just like he’d done with the original female supporting character before, repeatedly filing for divorce.

His real goal was always divorce, because that was the most direct way to break free from the original female supporting character.

Yet Song Qingtian simply couldn’t understand why Ling Hanyu was holding out on this one. Why wouldn’t he agree to a divorce?

Sure, it was for their daughter’s sake, but hadn’t he cared about her before?

Song Qingtian lifted her head and shook it, her brows furrowing in thought.

Men’s hearts are like needles buried deep in the sea—you can never quite figure them out!

Song Qingtian regretted it deeply. If she’d known she’d end up with Ling Hanyu, she would’ve studied him more carefully—much better than being completely clueless now.

“What are you doing?”

Ling Hanyu called out to her.

Song Qingtian turned around, puzzled, to look at him. And when she did, Ling Hanyu was inexplicably taken aback.

A glance back with a smile that births a hundred charms.

Maybe that’s exactly what it meant.

Song Qingtian didn’t pay any attention to Ling Hanyu and didn’t hear what he said—she only noticed he’d called her.

So she got up and walked over to him, seeing that his coffee had grown cold, and went to make another cup.

Ling Hanyu watched as Song Qingtian headed toward the office doorway, then remembered something Yang Yifan had said: the signature on the document wasn’t Madam’s old handwriting.

Ling Hanyu pulled out the copy of the document he’d kept, opened it, and examined the instructions and signature on the photocopy.

He compared it with Song Qingtian’s previous handwriting and frowned slightly.

If it wasn’t Song Qingtian, then who was she?

Yang Yifan had said they were married, so he should have some idea of her physical characteristics—but Ling Hanyu couldn’t recall anything about his past with Song Qingtian at all.

Even though their daughter was already three years old, before Song Qingtian ran away with the child, he and Song Qingtian had never really been together.

The baby was just an accident; there was no way he could ever have fallen for Song Qingtian.

So whether Song Qingtian was the real deal or not really was hard to say.

When Song Qingtian returned and set down the coffee, Ling Hanyu finally put the documents in his drawer.

Looking at the coffee, Ling Hanyu carried it over and said, “Take a look at these papers and add your comments while you’re at it. I’ll treat you to lunch.”

Song Qingtian glanced at the stack of documents.

What’s the point of being a CEO? All you do is give orders all day long.

You’ll end up losing all your hair sooner or later.

She picked up a document and stood to one side to read it.

Ling Hanyu watched Song Qingtian as she sipped her coffee, noting how tall and elegant she looked in her high heels—her figure was almost model-perfect, maybe even better.

No model could match Song Qingtian’s perfect proportions, nor could any model capture her refined aura.

But there she was, head down over the papers—was she genuinely clueless, or was she pretending?

“Did you used to look at things like this all the time?”

Song Qingtian lowered her head and replied, “Yes!”

After answering, Song Qingtian felt even more uncomfortable. She wished she hadn’t explained at all—it was like trying to hide silver by burying it underground.

Ling Hanyu picked up his coffee and stood up, walking over to the window to admire the view.

Song Qingtian thought to herself, “Alexandria, damn it!”

She bent over the papers again, determined to keep her mouth shut.

But after that, Ling Hanyu did nothing but sip his coffee for the rest of the time.

It wasn’t until Song Qingtian finished reviewing the documents, added her comments, and put them down that Ling Hanyu finally came back from the window.

He took a quick look and asked Song Qingtian, “Anything you want to add?”

“I’ve already signed everything. You can take another look.”

She might not have seen as much as Ling Hanyu did.

Ling Hanyu didn’t bother looking anymore and stood up. “Let’s go—time to treat you to lunch.”

Song Qingtian was indeed hungry, and it was already noon.

The two of them finally stepped out together and headed off to eat!

End of Chapter 167: The Real and the Fake Song Qingtian