Chapter 82: He’s Now Out of Her Sight

After a few minutes of stalemate, Song Qingtian spoke up: “I advise you to go back and start preparing the money. Once we get past Jin Wan, I’m not signing this document. If you still don’t understand, you can ask Song Yinyin—will this money be paid or not?”

The Song family knew that arguing any further at this point would be pointless; it was better to go back and ask around. So they said goodbye to Ling Hanyu and turned to leave.

Watching the Song family walk away, Song Qingtian felt a wave of helplessness. The original female supporting character’s absurdity wouldn’t be shaken off in a day or two, nor could she regain her lost dignity with just a couple of incidents. But there was no need to rush—there was plenty of time ahead.

Whatever the original female supporting character had lost, Song Qingtian would reclaim it piece by piece. Even if it wasn’t for herself, it was for the late Mr. and Mrs. Song Haichao, and for Ling Nuonuo.

The key was Ling Nuonuo. The deceased were gone—dead is dead. No matter how infamous they might be, it wouldn’t hurt them at all. But Ling Nuonuo was still young. With a mother like the original female supporting character—a total lovesick fool—it wouldn’t be easy for her to grow up peacefully, let alone thrive. Being called a little lovesick since childhood wouldn’t do her any good when she grew up either.

In the world of the elite, there’s all sorts of dirty tricks going on. The real danger was that those bad boys might set their sights on Nuonuo—and then what? What would happen to her if they laid a hand on her?

As a mother, you have to think about your child. That’s the very least you can do.

Although Ling Nuonuo wasn’t born from her womb, this wretched place had brought her into the world. Could she really escape just because she wanted to? Besides, Ling Nuonuo was as close to her as family.

For the sake of her daughter, Song Qingtian had to shed the labels of “lovesick,” “airhead,” and “foolish girl.”

“Daydreaming again?” Ling Hanyu pinched Song Qingtian’s chin. Was she really so unimportant to him now?

Back in the old days, Song Qingtian was always staring at him. If he didn’t show up for a while, she’d practically run after him outside the office to wait, and the phone calls would come one after another.

But now—she didn’t even seem to notice him!

Song Qingtian was forced to look up at Ling Hanyu, her chin aching. She grabbed his hand, trying to make him let go.

“It hurts!”

Ling Hanyu snapped, “You know it hurts now?”

Song Qingtian retorted, “I’m not made of wood—why wouldn’t I feel pain?”

Ling Hanyu frowned deeply, his temper flaring. They locked eyes—why didn’t Song Qingtian’s eyes hold even a trace of infatuation? Had he, Ling Hanyu, ceased to be the man she longed for, or had someone else already captured her heart?

Ling Hanyu leaned in, and Song Qingtian hurried to step back—but as soon as his breath brushed against hers, she went weak. Frustrated yet unable to resist.

Song Qingtian had, in a way, just tasted forbidden fruit. The original female supporting character’s body had always been drawn to Ling Hanyu; the moment they touched, she couldn’t help but lose control. Now she was completely confused: was it simply that her own heart was too starved for affection, or was it the original female supporting character’s obsession with Ling Hanyu that ran too deep?

The body was still eager, even though the person was gone. Who would believe such a thing?

Thinking about it, Song Qingtian felt rather wronged. She bit her lip, trying to use sheer willpower to pull away.

Ling Hanyu wrapped his arms around her: “What are you doing?”

Trying to break free while they were tangled up?

Song Qingtian was annoyed: “Mr. Ling… you and I… we’re supposed to get a divorce. I admit you helped me before, but there was a reason for it. If you hadn’t shown up, I wouldn’t necessarily have died! This kind of thing… it’s not right!”

“Not right?”

Ling Hanyu’s breathing quickened. This damn woman—was it really anyone’s fault that day?

Ling Hanyu was obsessed, kissing Song Qingtian over and over. Now he wanted to kill her, but the milky scent on her body was different from before. Earlier it had been all perfume—pungent and nauseating. What was going on now? The smell was getting lighter and sweeter.

“Mr. Ling, we’re in the living room—aren’t you…?”

“So what do you want, then? One minute you’re saying no, the next you’re in the living room. You weren’t like this that day!” To calm Song Qingtian down, Ling Hanyu kissed her face, and she couldn’t hold back anymore, clutching his clothes tightly with both hands.

“No, we have to get a divorce!”

Song Qingtian didn’t want things to go this far. If they kept going like this, she’d lose all sense of self. She didn’t want to follow in the original female supporting character’s footsteps. She was herself, and the original female supporting character was the original female supporting character—she couldn’t let herself be seduced by beauty.

Ling Hanyu was displeased. Wherever there was a taboo, he’d attack it. He knew every inch of Song Qingtian’s body inside out.

It wasn’t long before Song Qingtian started gasping for breath.

“I’m begging you—please stop!”

“Hmph…”

Ling Hanyu’s body was wildly aroused. This woman really was… damn, she knew exactly when to beg!

“Song Qingtian, you’re playing hard to get—and you’ve succeeded!”

Ling Hanyu pulled back slightly and squeezed Song Qingtian’s soft chin hard, making her scream in pain.

“Let go!”

Song Qingtian’s temper was naturally fiery—otherwise, why would she help the police solve cases, or fight against school violence?

Ling Hanyu looked at her: “Fierce?”

Song Qingtian pursed her lips, a little nervous. Damn it—she couldn’t beat Ling Hanyu.

Novels said Ling Hanyu knew several martial arts styles and never lost to athletes in sports. He might not look particularly strong, but he was actually skilled in both martial and literary arts.

Song Qingtian awkwardly replied, “I was just saying… um…”

Before she could finish her sentence, her mouth was sealed shut.

What awaited her was a chaotic, dizzying tangle.

End of Chapter 82: He’s Now Out of Her Sight