Chapter 239: Is Five Million Too Little?

Ling Hanyu tasted the heart-shaped cake his daughter had made with her own hands, then picked up his daughter and glanced over at Song Qingtian.

He took his daughter outside first.

Song Qingtian followed out and saw Ling Hanyu playing with his daughter.

Father and daughter were having a wonderful time; Ling Nuonuo was explaining the steps for making the cake, and Ling Hanyu was listening attentively.

Song Qingtian didn’t want to interrupt them, so she turned around and went back upstairs.

After washing up, Song Qingtian changed into her pajamas before coming downstairs.

With nothing to do and no plans to go out, pajamas were definitely more comfortable.

Coming downstairs, Song Qingtian sat down on the sofa.

Ling Hanyu glanced at her, his eyes landing on her calves.

Song Qingtian thought it was hot, and wearing short-pants pajamas was simple and cool.

But she also realized that dressing like this wasn’t quite appropriate.

As soon as she sat down, Ling Hanyu started staring at her legs, which made her feel a bit uncomfortable.

The two locked eyes, and Song Qingtian quickly grabbed a jacket to cover her legs, trying her best not to let Ling Hanyu see.

Ling Hanyu chuckled and continued playing with his daughter.

Aunt Chen watched from a distance, feeling that Mr. seemed to favor the younger madam.

When Ling Nuonuo got tired of playing, she leaned on Ling Hanyu’s shoulder, wanting to fall asleep, and Ling Hanyu finally picked up his daughter and stood up.

“Come on up.”

As they walked upstairs, Ling Hanyu turned around halfway through and didn’t see Song Qingtian following, which made him rather unhappy.

Song Qingtian looked up at Ling Hanyu—she really was treated like a person every single moment.

Getting up from the sofa, Song Qingtian found her shoes and trudged upstairs.

Ling Hanyu heard the sound of slippers behind him and only then entered the house.

Putting down his daughter and covering her with a blanket.

Ling Hanyu stood up and looked at Song Qingtian, who was standing by his side, watching their daughter.

His arm suddenly felt heavy as Ling Hanyu pulled her over.

Before she could even resist, he carried her into the bathroom.

The bathroom door closed, and Song Qingtian was lifted up.

Looking at Ling Hanyu, Song Qingtian wrapped both arms around his shoulders.

As she was lifted up, her hands clung tightly to Ling Hanyu’s waist.

At that moment, she didn’t even think about resisting.

Her body was carried to the washbasin and then set down.

Ling Hanyu looked at her and asked, “What are you thinking?”

“Also… um…”

Before she could finish her sentence, Ling Hanyu had already pressed his lips against hers.

It was like dry wood catching fire—ready to ignite at any moment!

After a long, passionate embrace, Song Qingtian came out of the bathroom.

She went to check on her daughter, who was sleeping so sweetly.

Song Qingtian was tired too and climbed into bed to rest.

Her phone rang twice.

Song Qingtian glanced at her phone, lost in thought.

Shen Conghao?

Song Qingtian remembered this phone number.

She glanced toward the bathroom door and answered the call.

“Hello?”

“Why haven’t you come? Something’s happened!”

On the other end, Shen Conghao asked casually.

Song Qingtian hesitated for a moment: “Where are you going?”

“The case is closed. You’re not going to court, and you’re not even attending the victory banquet?”

“The victory banquet?”

Song Qingtian was completely confused—no one had even told her about it.

Looking toward the bathroom, Song Qingtian figured she’d just have to accept her bad luck.

With Ling Hanyu around, who would dare invite her to some victory banquet?

“I don’t have time.”

“Can you make it?”

There was a click on Shen Conghao’s end—like the sound of a lighter.

Song Qingtian hated it when people smoked, so she couldn’t help but ask, “Do you smoke?”

Shen Conghao laughed: “Ah!”

“…” Song Qingtian was puzzled: “At such a young age, why would you smoke?”

“Am I young?”

Song Qingtian felt this question had nothing to do with her.

“I’ve got things to do—I’m not chatting with you anymore!”

With that, Song Qingtian hung up. Shen Conghao stared at his phone and then at the table.

“I’ve got things to do, so I’m leaving now—excuse me!”

With that, Shen Conghao stood up and left without waiting for anyone to stop him.

Song Qingtian was drowsy, almost falling asleep.

Ling Hanyu came out of the bathroom, having received a call that he needed to leave.

Song Qingtian opened her eyes and saw Ling Hanyu laughing as he adjusted his shirt: “Still want more?”

Song Qingtian closed her eyes: “I wonder if Mr. Ling likes me?”

“You’re imagining things!”

Ling Hanyu grabbed his coat and headed out.

Hearing the door close, Song Qingtian opened her eyes.

She looked toward the bedroom door.

She wondered what Ling Hanyu was doing so late at night.

After all, it was already dark.

Song Qingtian was sleepy and yawned, quickly falling asleep.

But she felt as though she’d just fallen asleep when she was woken up again.

Her phone kept ringing, and Song Qingtian didn’t want to disturb her daughter’s rest, so she took the phone outside the bedroom to answer it.

On the other end, Song Yinyin’s voice came through: “Song Qingtian, my father’s case isn’t going to be settled so easily. You’re the one who killed my father! If you hadn’t gone looking for him, he wouldn’t have been provoked, and he certainly wouldn’t have died!”

Song Yinyin was extremely agitated, shouting loudly on the phone.

Song Qingtian was irritated—how could someone disturb her rest at such a late hour!

“Song Qingtian… five million, settle this matter, or we’ll go to court tomorrow.”

“…Five million?” As soon as Song Qingtian heard the word “money,” her eyes lit up, but was five million really too little?

End of Chapter 239: Is Five Million Too Little?