At two o'clock in the morning, the private club in the Imperial Garden was still brightly lit.

Song Xiao, dressed in a sexy red dress, stood in the corridor and looked down at the text message he had just received.

"The money has been transferred to the card, and the rest of the money has been replenished."

Seeing this, Song Ci especially checked her bank card and found that it was indeed two million yuan. Then she smiled and went straight to the Presidential Suite not far away.

She didn't knock on the door. Instead, she directly used the room card she got in advance to unlock the room.

"Get out!" A cold voice, like an order, scolded her as soon as she stepped in.

Song Ci raised her eyebrows. Not only did she not roll away, but she also took a few steps forward.

In the dim light, she saw the man sitting in the wheelchair with his back to her. His slender fingers were clutching the back of the chair tightly. Because he was exerting too much strength, his knuckles were turning pale.

"Mr. Qin, I know that you are very uncomfortable now. I'm here to help you." Song Ci deliberately softened her voice and whispered to him.

"No need. Get lost!"

As the voice became colder and colder, the man threw the vase next to him, which looked very expensive, at Song Ci.

The pieces splashed all over the ground, and the blood was cut out of Song Ci's smooth calves.

The pain made her face change slightly.

If it weren't for the two million yuan in her account a moment ago, Song Ci would have lost her temper!

She held back her anger and took two deep breaths. She didn't even hurt herself and put her arms around the man's neck.

Her hot and hot skin stuck to Song Ci's body, which made the latter's heart palpitate inexplicably for a moment.

This Old Madam Qin was too cruel in using medicine for her grandson.

"Mr. Qin, the old lady said that she wants a great-grandchild," Song Ci murmured and looked up at the person in front of her.

Caught off guard, their eyes met.

At that moment, Song Ci was stunned.

She did not expect that the man in front of her, Qin Shichen, who was rumored to have controlled the largest family in the capital with his iron-blooded means, would...

Such a stunning beauty.

His face seemed to have been carved by a Creation God. It was perfect enough to make people feel as if it was blasphemy when they approached him.

Song Ci was sure that she wouldn't have had a chance to meet him if it hadn't been for the fact that he was dying.

Not to mention that the old lady of the Qin family had arranged for him to sleep with her before he died, so that the Qin family could have a shelter.

Thinking of this, Song Ci's breath tightened and she hugged Qin Rongchen even tighter.

And this time, Qin Rongchen might not be able to resist the effects of the drug, or maybe the bud was enough to seduce people. He did not want the bud to roll away again.

"Since you don't want to get lost, then don't regret it." Qin Rongchen's hands were tightly around her waist. His deep eyes were filled with a chilling light.

Song Ci was caught off guard. He picked her up with his hands and threw her onto the bed.

In the next second, Qin Rongchen's wheelchair, which he did not know how to get out of, pressed heavily on her.

His clothes were torn apart and his body was forcefully pierced.

The intense pain made Song Xiao's eyes turn red in an instant.

This happy love was far beyond Song Ci's imagination. She cried for mercy, and then cried and fainted.

Until dawn the next day.

Song Ci was awakened by the sudden ringing of her cell phone and suddenly opened her eyes.

She stared at him for a few seconds before regaining her senses.

Beside her, Qin Rongchen was closing his eyes. His handsome face was still as eye-catching as ever.

However, Song Ci gritted her teeth. She knew that there was clearly a demon under this leather bag!

Since she had completed her task, she did not want to stay for another half a second. She hurriedly picked up her clothes and left the room with Song Xiao.

As soon as they got out of the hotel, they received a call from Old Madam Qin.

"You can give me the rest of the money." Song Jian sat in the car. She endured the pain in her body and said wearily, "I don't know if I can get pregnant this time, but I have already done as you ordered."

When the old lady heard this, she was very satisfied. "Okay, in two weeks, I will arrange someone to take you to have an examination."

Two weeks was the fastest time to be detected.

After hanging up the phone, the following two million yuan was paid again.

Song Xiao checked all the balance. Looking at the numbers, he finally felt a little relieved.

Her brother's treatment fee for the next three months was finally there.

When they got home.

As soon as she walked into the living room, Song Ci saw the livid Song Zhenghui.

"Where did you go last night?" Song Zhenghui stared at her, his tone full of anger.

Song Xiao frowned. "I'm engaged in social activities with my friends."

"Ha, are you going to have social activities in this way? Who are you fooling?"

Song Zhenghui raised his voice. The more he looked at her, the more he disliked her. "Tell me, did you go on a date?"

Song Ci had been tortured all night last night, so she was already exhausted. When she heard this, she only felt annoyed. "No. I said I went to the social meetup!"

"Dad, my brother's treatment fee is so big that you won't force me if you don't want to pay it! But you can't stop me from earning money to treat him, can you?"

"Your younger brother? With your lowly mother and illegitimate child, his treatment fee has nothing to do with me!" Song Zhenghui mentioned the two people and sneered, "Song Xiao, you are the daughter of the Song family. You should be like me, don't worry about that illegitimate child."

Song Ci clenched her fists and didn't respond.

It was wrong for her mother to have an affair and give birth to the boy behind Song Zhenghui's back. But now her mother was dead, and the boy with the half-brother was her younger brother.

She couldn't ignore it!

"Zhenghui." Just as Song Zhenghui was about to lose his temper, his stepmother, who was sitting on the sofa, pulled the corner of his clothes and called out.

Upon hearing this, Song Zhenghui narrowed his eyes and his anger dissipated a little.

"Song Ci, I'm waiting for you here because I have something to tell you."

"The boss of the Wang Group wants to marry us through marriage, and he said he wanted you."

Song Ci thought about it and felt that something was wrong. "Wasn't the old president's son just married a few months ago?"

"What's wrong with Song Zhenghui? Why does he want me to marry a married man?"

"Ahem."

When Song Zhenghui heard her words, an unnatural look flashed across his face, but he still said coldly, "I'm not asking you to marry his son."

"It's President Wang who wants to marry you for this marriage."

Song Ci was speechless.

Song Xiao's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe his ears.

"Dad?" Her voice trembled slightly, and she said in disbelief, "Are you going to let me marry Mr. Wang, who has just finished his 60th birthday?"

Song Zhenghui seemed to be irritated by her tone.

With a livid face, he said coldly, "I've already agreed to the marriage alliance! It's useless for you to oppose it. It's your blessing to climb up to the Wang family!"

Hearing that Song Zhenghui had admitted that ridiculous marriage, Song Ci only felt that her blood was surging.

She looked at Song Zhenghui and blushed with anger. "Wang, he is so old that he can be my grandfather. You want to sell me to him? Are you crazy? Besides, Song Min is also your daughter. Why don't you sell her?!"

Song Zhenghui felt a little embarrassed by Song Ci's accusation.

He impatiently made the decision. "Minmin is still young. Why do you have such bad intentions as an elder sister? Anyway, this matter has been settled. The wedding date is next week. You should get ready."

After that, he directly ordered the housekeeper, "Take First Miss back to her room."

Of course, Song Ci was not dry. She turned around and tried to run out.

But Song Zhenghui saw through her thoughts at a glance and directly pulled her back.

As the two struggled...

"Pa!"

Song Zhenghui was so angry that he slapped her and roared, "Behave yourself! I'm your father. You have to listen to me."

The slap was so powerful that Song Ci was stunned and staggered to the ground.

The butler took the opportunity to bring Song Ci back to her room.

"Song Zhenghui." Song Xiao snapped back to reality. "Even if I die, I will never marry that old man!"

"If you have the ability, carry my corpse to the Wang family!"

Listening to the continuous curses and the sound of things falling in the room, the stepmother on the sofa opened her mouth in a soft voice. "Zhenghui, is Song Ci really looking for death? If she dies, then our Minmin..."

"Oh, don't worry." Song Zhenghui sneered. "Her bastard brother is still there. How could she commit suicide?"

He had already thought of this.