Chapter 63: What She Said Is Useless

Song Qingtian was at home, plotting how to help the police solve the case, when someone knocked on the door.

Aunt Chen said it was someone from the Zhou family.

Song Qingtian immediately knew it was the ransom negotiators.

“Please let them in.”

This time, three people showed up: a lawyer, along with representatives from the Zhou and Kong families.

Song Qingtian realized with a start that not a single member of the Song Family was present.

Song Yinyin had certainly outdone herself this time.

There wasn’t much to say. The visitors presented a letter of understanding and a check; as long as Song Qingtian signed it, she’d receive one million yuan.

Aunt Chen looked at Song Qingtian with deep emotion—and heartfelt sympathy. Back in the day, no matter how much money was placed before Madam, she wouldn’t even blink an eye.

In Madam’s world, money simply didn’t have any real meaning.

That’s why she spent so lavishly.

But ever since Madam’s parents passed away, she began to value money far more—after all, she’d suffered enough!

For a poor person, having no money isn’t such a big deal; moving toward wealth may be a bit harder, but for someone who’s rich—especially someone who used to throw money around—if they suddenly run out of cash, it’s like falling from heaven straight into hell.

Take Madam, for example.

Still, perhaps this was for the best—she finally understood the true importance of money.

“Miss Song, once you sign this agreement, the money will be yours.”

“Transfer the funds directly to my phone, and give me a full day before I’ll sign. Otherwise, forget it—I don’t want to be accused of theft or fraud later on. And frankly, I’ve seen plenty of checks before; this one is clearly expired and can’t be cashed.”

With that, Song Qingtian casually flicked the check right off the table. The motion was so smooth and precise that the check landed squarely on the lawyer’s face, instantly turning his expression grim.

Song Qingtian wasn’t about to mince words either. She glanced at the letter of understanding, tore it to shreds, and tossed the pieces high into the air.

“If a person’s innocence is worth only one million yuan, then it’s already far too cheap. Since you’re clearly not sincere, there’s no point in continuing these talks. The old Song Qingtian was naive, but she was also Song Haichao’s daughter. Why don’t you ask Song Haichao to take a look? Throughout his life—from youth to middle age—has he ever backed down? And…”

Song Qingtian’s gaze grew icy cold. “Three million yuan total—each of you contributes one million. Deliver it before dark, and I’ll sign the letter of understanding at the same time tomorrow. Otherwise, I’ll file a lawsuit.”

Having finished speaking, Song Qingtian turned around. “Aunt Chen, see them out!”

“Yes, Miss.”

As Aunt Chen escorted the guests to the door, Song Qingtian took a step toward the stairs—and caught sight of Ling Hanyu standing at the top, watching her.

Song Qingtian paused, feeling rather awkward.

Wasn’t she just trying to lull her daughter to sleep?

How could she fall asleep so quickly?

This man really never lets up—he’s always there, no matter what!

Song Qingtian recalled the past couple of days: yes, she had been sleeping in the same bed as her daughter, but the little girl insisted that Mom and Dad must be together. As a result, whenever they slept side by side, she’d inevitably find herself drawn to Ling Hanyu’s sleeping face every morning.

And each time she was captivated, it happened just as Ling Hanyu opened his eyes.

They’d lock gazes like that, neither of them saying a word.

At first, it wasn’t a big deal.

But somehow, it felt as if something else was going on.

Now it was happening again—another staring contest.

Ling Hanyu cast a quick glance at the three people still lingering downstairs. “Three million yuan delivered before dark, or tomorrow the lawyers from Ling Group will send you a formal legal notice demanding far more than this.”

The people downstairs were stunned, speechless, and quickly turned to leave—afraid of missing the golden window for delivering the three million.

Song Qingtian watched the fleeing figures with a sense of helplessness. Had her words really carried so little weight?

Those bastards stubbornly refused to budge, but Ling Hanyu’s single sentence sent them running.

Back upstairs, Song Qingtian stood at the top of the staircase. “So… Nuonuo fell asleep?”

“Mm, come over…”

Ling Hanyu turned toward Shufang. Song Qingtian was puzzled—why was he heading to the study? Wasn’t he supposed to go check on their daughter?

Before Song Qingtian could figure it out, Ling Hanyu had already made his way to the study and begun unbuttoning his shirt.

By the time Song Qingtian followed him into the study, he had pulled her close and pinned her against the wall.

When she looked up, she met Ling Hanyu’s kiss.

“You… dare…”

Song Qingtian tried to push him away, to demand an explanation…

But in the end…

End of Chapter 63: What She Said Is Useless