Chapter 67: Even Donating It Won’t Let the Villains Get Away Cheap

Aunt Chen watched as Song Qingtian threw things outside, cursing Ling Hanyu.

After finishing her rant, she had no intention of going back—instead, she walked right out the door.

Aunt Chen tried to persuade her not to quarrel with Ling Hanyu, but Song Qingtian didn’t respond and just left anyway.

Ling Hanyu saw Song Qingtian kicking a trash can outside, but he never expected her to walk away.

Ling Hanyu went downstairs and stepped outside, assuming she’d be waiting out there.

But he couldn’t find her at the entrance.

Aunt Chen grew anxious: “Mister, Madam—could something have happened to her?”

“Chen Sao, go back and keep an eye on Miss.”

“Yes, sir.”

Aunt Chen returned, while Ling Hanyu drove out to look for Song Qingtian.

Her phone was off, and he still couldn’t locate her.

Yang Yifan received the call and asked in return, “Could she have gone to the Song Family—that is, Mr. Song Haichao’s home?”

“I’ll go take a look.”

Ling Hanyu got in his car and headed out.

Sure enough, Song Qingtian was there.

Outside the Song Family’s luxurious mansion, Song Qingtian stood beneath a streetlamp across from the main gate, staring straight at the grand estate.

The lights inside were on, clearly indicating someone was inside.

Song Qingtian kicked the ground with her shoe as she watched.

Her high heels were made of soft sheepskin, white, with round toes—and they weren’t particularly high.

So when she kicked, it felt light and nimble.

But even so, they couldn’t withstand repeated kicks.

Ling Hanyu parked his car a short distance away and watched from inside.

Just as he was watching, someone from the Song Family came out, carrying two cardboard boxes that looked heavy—what could be inside?

Ling Hanyu frowned deeply. Song Haichao was a cultured man who loved collecting antiques and curios; although his son-in-law hadn’t visited often, he knew Song Haichao had quite a collection.

Now that the Song Family had inherited the estate, they were getting down to business.

Since it wasn’t easy to act during the day, they decided to strike at night!

Ling Hanyu glanced over at Song Qingtian, and she noticed the two people too.

Then she pulled out her phone to take photos and videos.

While she was recording, she was spotted.

Ling Hanyu frowned.

How clumsy!

The two people put down their boxes and started walking toward Song Qingtian.

Ling Hanyu opened the car door and stepped out.

Song Qingtian turned and ran, and the two immediately gave chase.

Ling Hanyu’s face darkened—running uphill?

The Song Family’s mansion sat on a hillside, in what could be called an excellent location—one of the most expensive areas in all of City A.

Ling Hanyu’s car was parked below, so if Song Qingtian had run downhill, it would’ve been easy—but instead, she ran uphill.

Ling Hanyu really hadn’t seen such a foolish person before!

When Ling Hanyu reached the top, he saw Song Qingtian emerging, holding a stick.

As for the two people, he couldn’t see them.

Ling Hanyu didn’t want Song Qingtian to miss him—he watched as she walked out with the stick, right up to the gates of the Song Family’s mansion.

Song Qingtian approached the two boxes, opened one to take a look, then picked it up and carried it to the doorway, opening the door and stepping inside.

About half an hour later, Song Qingtian emerged from the mansion.

Outside, she stared for a moment before turning and leaving in a huff.

It was past ten o’clock, and there was hardly anyone on the hillside. She was about to head back.

Seeing Ling Hanyu’s car, she paused for a moment, then walked over.

She bent down to peek into the car—no one was inside.

Song Qingtian looked around, pulled out a knife, and headed toward the rear tire, ready to make a move.

“You dare?”

Suddenly, Ling Hanyu’s voice rang out, cold and icy.

Only then did Song Qingtian put away the knife—she knew Ling Hanyu was nearby, watching her.

If she didn’t pull out the knife, would Ling Hanyu come out?

Turning around, Song Qingtian faced Ling Hanyu, standing just a few meters away.

Ling Hanyu’s dark, cold eyes swept over the small knife Song Qingtian had just tucked away.

It was a folding self-defense knife, but it looked razor-sharp.

Ling Hanyu moved closer to Song Qingtian and reached out to touch it, but she quickly blocked him.

Ling Hanyu’s hand sank slightly, and Song Qingtian stepped back: “Don’t push it—I’m defending myself.”

“With skills like that, you think you can defend yourself? I can’t even defend myself!”

Song Qingtian didn’t answer, but she kept walking downhill.

Ling Hanyu turned the car around and followed her: “Get in the car.”

Song Qingtian stopped and glared at Ling Hanyu: “Pay me back!”

How overbearing!

Ling Hanyu leaned against the car: “What if I don’t?”

Song Qingtian remained silent, turned around, and kept walking.

They followed each other for a kilometer, and they were about to descend the mountain.

Ling Hanyu pulled over: “Get in!”

Song Qingtian didn’t hear him and kept walking.

Finally, they reached a place with a bus stop, where she waited a bit for a taxi back home.

But by then, the video of the theft at the Song Family’s house had already been posted online, and the police were outside the mansion, arresting the two suspects.

The incident had spread far and wide, sparking considerable public debate.

Song Qingtian watched the video online. Although she wasn’t the Song Family’s biological daughter, since she’d taken over everything from the original female supporting character, she would also take over the Song Family’s inheritance.

Whatever belonged to her—donating it wouldn’t let the villains get away cheap!

End of Chapter 67: Even Donating It Won’t Let the Villains Get Away Cheap