Chapter 83: The Handwriting Has Changed

When Song Qingtian woke up again, she was in the guest room.

Because of the injury on her foot, she had been completely at Ling Hanyu’s mercy during their intimate encounter, leaving her feeling utterly helpless.

Now she felt both exhausted and sore.

Getting up from the large bed in the guest room, Song Qingtian glanced around—no surprise that Ling Hanyu wasn’t there.

Their daughter would have come looking for them; after more than three hours of entanglement, she’d surely be on the hunt.

Song Qingtian rose from the bed. The sprained ankle hurt, but what really bothered her were the aching, weak legs.

Her back felt like it might give out.

Damn Ling Hanyu—he was nothing short of a pervert.

Though walking was difficult, Song Qingtian still went to wash herself. When she came out of the bathroom, she saw her pajamas laid out by the bed, put them on, and stepped outside.

Sure enough, there was someone downstairs. As she descended, Song Qingtian tried her best to act as if she were fine.

She made her way down the stairs, step by step, moving with surprising steadiness.

Ling Hanyu looked languid, as though he hadn’t quite woken up yet.

Not seeing their daughter, Song Qingtian asked Aunt Chen, “Aunt Chen, where’s Nuonuo?”

“She’s asleep!”

It only then dawned on Song Qingtian that it was already late at night.

Once downstairs, Song Qingtian sat down on the sofa. On the coffee table lay three copies of the settlement agreement, and representatives from the Zhou, Kong, and Song families were all present.

Song Qingtian cast a glance at the somewhat drowsy Ling Hanyu, but she had little to say.

“Where’s the money?”

Song Qingtian didn’t beat around the bush—this was hers, and she was taking it.

Waiting for Ling Hanyu to hand it over felt like a dream.

Although the original female supporting character was living quite comfortably with him, she was entirely self-sufficient: everything she ate, wore, and used came from her parents’ annual allowance, and her pocket money was provided by the Song family.

Ling Hanyu did gift her some jewelry, but they were just random purchases.

To ordinary people, those items might be quite valuable, but to Ling Hanyu, what were they?

The sum wasn’t much—was that his heartfelt gesture?

Song Qingtian remembered from the novel that every time she received such gifts, she’d be thrilled for an entire night.

But after taking a look, she realized they were just run-of-the-mill trinkets—worth a bit of money, but nothing special.

No matter how much money a man pours into it, if he doesn’t put his heart into it, it means nothing.

Even so, Ling Hanyu wouldn’t casually hand out cash to the original female supporting character.

And she had no intention of using it either.

Self-sufficiency was the one thing the original female supporting character had done right.

Ling Hanyu glanced at Song Qingtian, then impatiently turned to the others: “Hand over the money.”

The Zhou and Kong families didn’t dare hesitate—they quickly transferred the funds to Song Qingtian. When it came to the Song family, Song Qingtian was equally direct.

The Song family members reluctantly handed over the money, only agreeing because Mr. and Mrs. Song Haichang repeatedly assured them that the amount would be doubled and returned. Otherwise, they never would have given it.

Upon receiving the money, Song Qingtian immediately deposited it into a mutual fund she had carefully evaluated beforehand. She wouldn’t touch it for a while, but she was certain it would soar in value within a month.

That way, without her password, no one could withdraw the funds—and she could even make a profit.

If any of the three families tried to turn against her, she had two things on her side: the written agreement, and the video evidence. Plus, even if they wanted to take the money back, it would be impossible, since the funds were now locked in the account and only she could access them.

With multiple safeguards in place, Song Qingtian finally signed the documents.

Her handwriting—strong, vigorous, with the elegance of Yan and Liu—looked even more graceful when it flowed across the paper in the mobile app.

It truly was beautiful calligraphy.

Even though it was just a simple name, it managed to chip away three parts of Ling Hanyu’s weariness.

Ling Hanyu stared at Song Qingtian’s signature—it certainly wasn’t something she’d deliberately practiced lately, but her handwriting was markedly different from before.

Ling Hanyu pondered: if she’d changed, why had her handwriting changed too?

After signing the settlement agreement, Song Qingtian pushed the three copies toward the others.

“Case closed!”

Then she stood up and left without the slightest hesitation, hiding the pain in her foot as if it weren’t there at all. She simply walked away.

The representatives from the Zhou, Kong, and Song families looked up at Song Qingtian—what arrogance!

None of them dared linger; they quickly took their leave and said goodbye to Ling Hanyu. When Aunt Chen escorted them out and returned, she found Ling Hanyu deep in thought downstairs.

Aunt Chen didn’t dare disturb him; she stood off to the side.

Ling Hanyu, however, couldn’t help but notice the recent changes in the young mistress.

Aunt Chen didn’t want to say much, only gently suggesting that the young mistress’s transformation had only recently begun, possibly due to her relationship with Mr. Song and Mrs. Song—after all, she no longer had her parents’ support.

It was only natural for a person to change.

Yet Ling Hanyu found it odd that the handwriting had changed as well.

Could it be…? The handwriting has changed!

End of Chapter 83: The Handwriting Has Changed