So cool! Grab the scumbag's inheritance and become his aunt

Chapter 279 Congratulations to my husband for having a new brother

In the dark night, Song Jingcheng walked down the prison stairs with one hand in his pocket. Shen He's heart ached inexplicably when he saw his lonely figure.

She quickly turned off her phone and went to meet him.

Song Jingcheng was lost in thought and didn't notice that he had already walked up the stairs. He subconsciously took a step with his right foot, but his foot landed on flat ground.

Shen He quickly helped him up, "If this was a manhole cover, you would have fallen in."

Only then did Song Jingcheng gather his scattered thoughts.

Facing Shen He's concerned gaze, Song Jingcheng moved his thin lips, "Miao Miao, I..."

With mixed emotions, Song Jingcheng didn't know where to start for a moment.

Seeing that Song Jingcheng was thinking about something important, Shen He suggested, "Why don't we go back to Song Garden tonight? Let's go to the bar for a couple of drinks?"

Her period had just ended, and Shen He could indulge herself for a short while before she got pregnant.

Come to think of it, she and Song Jingcheng have known each other for such a long time, but they have never been to a bar together.

Song Jingcheng couldn't remember the last time he went to a bar.

He was in a mess and needed alcohol to calm his nerves. "Okay, let's go to the bar."

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The bar street after eleven o'clock was even busier than Chu Zhi's funeral.

The girl dressed coolly, wearing high heels and shaking her sexy waist, strolled on the street, attracting bursts of whistles.

When Song Jingcheng saw the girls dressed sexily on the street, he felt nothing.

Seeing two will-o'-the-wisp teenagers hugging each other and chewing their food engrossed under the streetlight, Song Jingcheng couldn't help but hold his forehead and said, "I guess I'm getting old and can't understand these kids anymore."

Is it that he is getting old, or is it that the world has changed?

Shen He followed Song Jingcheng's line of sight.

Under the street light, a young man in a floral shirt and tight jeans was kissing a girl in suspender shorts.

This kind of outfit would be a bit out of place in other places, but there were all kinds of monsters on Bar Street, so Shen He was used to it.

Shen He smiled teasingly, "You envy them for being young and bold, and doing whatever they want."

Song Jingcheng didn't envy the boldness and enthusiasm of young people, he simply couldn't stand flirting and kissing in the street.

Noticing that the young man's hand slipped into the girl's shorts, Song Jingcheng's face darkened and he cursed in a low voice: "Can't we just get a room?"

Shen He laughed non-stop.

She suddenly grabbed Song Jingcheng's tie, tilted her head back and gave him a passionate French kiss.

Song Jingcheng was stunned for a moment.

Coming back to his senses, he growled fiercely, "Stop messing around!"

He quickly took off his windbreaker and covered Shen He's head with it, then held Shen He's upper body in his arms.

"what!"

Shen He was confused.

Song Jingcheng pressed Shen He's head through his clothes and said seriously, "Don't make trouble. People will see what you look like."

Shen He finally understood Song Jingcheng's terrifying possessiveness.

Shen He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. A voice came from his chest, "What's the big deal? My face is so pretty, it's such a waste if no one sees it."

Song Jingcheng shook his head forcefully, "No, I can't accept being seen kissing you and me."

"Okay, okay, let me out now."

Song Jingcheng lifted the windbreaker on Shen He's head and personally wiped the water stains from the corners of her mouth. After making sure that her seductive look would not be seen by others, he took the windbreaker away.

Shen He rolled his eyes at him, "You're so boring. Other couples go out to get a room, have sex in a car, or have sex outdoors, but you..."

When Song Jingcheng heard these dirty words, his heart was churning, but his face remained serious.

"If you like to have fun, I can ask Lao Ma to find a safe and secluded place in advance. But not on the street."

He is a man who only eats alone.

You could say he was conservative or overbearing, but he didn't allow anyone to see Shen He when he was emotional.

Even when doing it, he would find a suitable posture and stare at Shen He's face as much as possible to capture every facial expression and reaction of Shen He.

Shen He's face suddenly turned red. "Shut up! You even asked Uncle Ma to find a place in advance. You have no shame, but I still have some!"

Shen He glared at him, turned around and walked quickly into a bar.

Song Jingcheng followed him into the bar.

The bar is just a quiet place with no loud music, but the guests inside are not playing innocently.

In several hidden private rooms, young people can be seen flirting and kissing everywhere.

Song Jingcheng walked behind Shen He without looking around. He took off his coat and put it on the armrest.

Shen He sat on a high stool in front of the bar, and Song Jingcheng sat next to her. He subconsciously straightened his right arm and supported it on the back of Shen He's stool.

It not only protects Shen He from falling, but also serves as a declaration of sovereignty.

Shen He caught a glimpse of the long arm asserting its sovereignty, and felt sweet and speechless.

The drinks in the store are all specially blended. Shen He scanned the code and ordered a late night bomb, then looked at Song Jingcheng, "What do you want to drink?"

"What's there?"

"See for yourself."

Song Jingcheng took Shen He's phone and flipped through it, and finally picked a glass of wine with a poetic name, called Lan Yu Sheng Yan.

The stylishly dressed female bartender mixed cocktails in front of the two of them.

Shen He’s Late Night Bomb is a low-alcohol cocktail with a light pink color. People will feel slightly tipsy after drinking it.

This kind of wine is usually drunk by men and women to liven up the mood before a late-night date.

Late-night bomb means that after drinking this wine, you will have a passionate and unforgettable date night.

The Lanyu cigarette ordered by Song Jingcheng was actually a strong cocktail.

The bartender opened a glass of high-proof Scotch whisky, poured it into a silver-plated flagon, lit it and mixed it with water, and the burning flame appeared blue.

The bartender took a ladies' cigarette from the cigarette box, bit it between his red lips, and lowered his head to light it with the blue flame.

She took a puff of cigarette, looked back and forth between Song Jingcheng and Shen He, and finally blew a heart-shaped smoke ring towards Shen He.

The smoke ring flew all the way in front of Shen He.

Shen He covered her red lips in surprise and exclaimed, "It's so beautiful!"

After the smoke rings exploded, the handsome bartender leaned over and handed the late-night bomb to Shen He, "Beautiful lady, your drink is free tonight."

As he stepped back, the bartender's fingers slid across the back of Shen He's hand in an ambiguous way...

Song Jingcheng was furious, and quickly placed his palm on the back of Shen He's hand, and warned the bartender unhappily, "Self-respect."

The bartender bit his cigarette and chuckled, then handed the prepared Lanyu raw cigarette to Song Jingcheng, "Mr. Song, please enjoy it."

Hearing the name Mr. Song, Song Jingcheng realized that the bartender might know Shen He and knew of his existence.

"Do you two know each other?" Song Jingcheng asked the bartender.

The bartender smiled and took off his hat, revealing his bald head.

Song Jingcheng stared at the bald man, his eyes slightly changed, "Your hair..."

He thought the other person was a leukemia patient.

The bald female bartender extended her right hand towards Song Jingcheng, "Nice to meet you, my name is Lan Yan, Shen He and I have the same blood type, and we are members of the Panda Blood Mutual Aid Group."

Lan Yan touched his bald head and said, "Don't get me wrong, I don't have cancer. I'm bald because I shaved my hair last week and donated it to a girl with leukemia."

Song Jingcheng was very surprised. He easily developed a liking for people who truly did charity.

Song Jingcheng praised Lan Yan, "Your behavior is remarkable."

"Shen He is amazing."

Lan Yan passed a plate of melon seeds between Song Jingcheng and Shen He, and told Song Jingcheng, "Shen He donated hematopoietic stem cells to a young patient when he was just 18 years old."

Pointing at Shen He's beautiful long black hair, Lan Yan said, "She only shaved her head five years ago."

No wonder in the data that Ma Kaicha found, Shen He always wore a hat when he was in college, and occasionally wore a wig when attending important events.

It turned out that he donated his hair.

Song Jingcheng really didn't know that Shen He had done these things.

He was somewhat moved, touched Shen He's smooth black hair, and asked her: "How did you think of donating stem cells?"

Shen He spoke the truth, "Our blood type is rare. The more rare it is, the more we need to stick together and help each other."

They joined a mutual aid group, and once someone needed to donate blood, people nearby would rush to the hospital to donate blood.

Soon, other guests arrived. Lan Yan smiled politely at Song Jingcheng, "Mr. Song, I'll buy you a drink as well! Have fun tonight. I'm going to greet the guests now."

Seeing Lan Yan busying herself, Shen He stood up, picked up the wine glass, and said to Song Jingcheng: "Let's go upstairs. We only entertain friends upstairs."

This bar is opened by Lanyan. The upstairs is not open to ordinary guests and is more private and quiet.

Song Jingcheng followed her up the wooden stairs to the second floor.

The second floor was indeed quiet. Apart from the two of them, there were only a group of three or four girlfriends having a party.

Shen He and Song Jingcheng sat down by the window.

Looking at the brightly lit bar street downstairs, Shen He stuffed the peeled melon seeds into Song Jingcheng's palm.

"If you accept my melon seeds, you have to tell me your worries."

Song Jingcheng smiled.

In fact, he is now calm.

"This is a long story, and I don't know everything. I will tell you some of what I know."

Song Jingcheng picked up the wine glass and took a sip. The wine was too choking for his throat, so he took a sip and didn't touch it again.

"Have you met the lady from the Cheng family?"

Shen He asked uncertainly: "Are you referring to Cheng Song's mother?"

"Yes, Cheng Jinsong's lover."

"I saw her once from a distance at a cocktail party." But Shen He had never had any direct contact with Mrs. Cheng.

Song Jingcheng asked her, "What do you think of Mrs. Cheng?"

"Elegant." This was Shen He's first impression of Cheng Song's mother. "Three years ago, Cheng Song's mother just held a 60th birthday party. Cheng Song invited me to attend, but I didn't go."

"But I met Mrs. Cheng last year. She was 62 years old at the time and wore a black cheongsam. She had a well-maintained figure and behaved elegantly and calmly. Overall, she looked to be in her early s at most."

"If you ask me, she is more elegant than your mother."

Chu Zhi's elegance is severe, while Mrs. Cheng's elegance radiates from the inside out.

"Ah."

Song Jingcheng fully agreed with Shen He's evaluation of Mrs. Cheng.

"Mrs. Cheng's real name is Du Yuling. When she was young, she was the principal dancer of the Qing City Song and Dance Troupe. She is good at classical dance and has performed on stage at the Spring Festival Gala many times."

"When she was young...she was very famous." Song Jingcheng's tone was a little hesitant when he said the last three words.

"What kind of fame do you mean?"

Famous can refer to many aspects, but it is not clear which aspect Mrs. Cheng refers to.

"She dances well, looks good, and has high emotional intelligence. It is said that many bigwigs in Qing City's business community want to be her slaves, and they are willing to spend a lot of money to give her money, houses, cars, and treasures..."

"But Du Yuling was unmoved."

"So at that time, Du Yuling was also famous for her aloofness. At that time, the upper class of Qing City even had a gambling game, betting on who would end up with this old plum blossom."

At this point, Song Jingcheng sneered, "The names of all the prominent men in Qing City, married or unmarried, who have not yet been buried, are written there."

"Including my father Song Changan."

Just by hearing Song Jingcheng's description, Shen He could imagine how popular Du Yuling was among men in Qing City in that era.

"What then?"

"Later, Du Yuling injured her leg and could no longer perform on stage, so she left the troupe. Not long after, she married Cheng Jinsong in a high-profile manner."

"During that time, the hottest topic in Qing City was the ridiculous marriage between Cheng the Shorty and Du Yuling."

"You have to know that in that gambling game, my father Song Changan and Cheng Jinsong received the least votes, both 0 votes."

"The Song family has a strict family tradition. My father was taught by my grandfather to be a good man who follows the rules and is a gentleman with restraint. Besides, I have a ruthless mother. No woman in Qing City dares to climb into my father's bed."

“So, no one dared to vote for my father.”

"Cheng Jinsong is short and ordinary-looking, making him the least suitable match for Du Yuling. It's normal that he didn't get 0 votes."

But such a least favored person became Du Yuling's husband.

It is conceivable that the combination of these two people shocked many people at the time.

After talking about the causes, it’s time to talk about the consequences. “So what happened next?”

"Seven months after Du Yuling married Cheng Jinsong, she gave birth to their eldest son Cheng Yang prematurely. But at that time, rumors were spreading that Cheng Yang was not Cheng Jinsong's son, but the child of Du Yuling and a mysterious boss."

"But Cheng Jinsong denied the rumor in person and admitted that he and Du Yuling had been together before marriage and that they got married because they were pregnant."

"Cheng Jinsong admitted that they got married because of pregnancy, so the rumors were dispelled."

Song Jingcheng stopped talking here.

He picked up the glass and took another sip.

The strong liquor burned his throat, but Song Jingcheng didn't even blink as he played a guessing game with Shen He. "Miaomiao."

"You are so smart, why don't you guess what happened next."

Staring at Song Jingcheng's eyes that seemed calm but concealed huge waves, Shen He's heartbeat suddenly quickened.

"Oh my god..." Shen He grabbed Song Jingcheng's fingers and asked in a trembling voice: "Du Yuling and your father, could it be..."

Shen He didn't dare to continue talking.

If her guess was right, then this was a serious matter.

"Cheng Jinsong and Du Yuling didn't get married because of pregnancy, right? Cheng Yang wasn't a premature baby either. His father is actually...your father?"

Song Jingcheng smiled suddenly. He said calmly, restrainedly, and gently: "Miao Miao, God has really been very kind to me."

"It gave me a perverted mother, a henpecked father, and a love-brained sister. Now that all my relatives have died, it feels sorry for me and gave me a big brother."

"Come on, Miaomiao, let's have a toast." Song Jingcheng picked up the glass of blue jade and clinked it with Shen He's, "Congratulations to your husband, he has a brother at the age of thirty!"

After saying that, Song Jingcheng raised his head and drank the glass of liquor in one gulp.

Shen He stared at the gentle smile on Song Jingcheng's lips and couldn't help but feel creepy.

Finished!

Her man has turned evil.