Song Qingchun looked at Fang Rou without words and without smiles. Facing Song Qingchun’s silence, Fang Rou’s lips twitched involuntarily into a smile. However, the smile was no longer the one that Song Qingchun was familiar with, a smile that was as soft as a cloud. Instead, it had a heavy hint of mockery in it.
She leaned lazily into the chair, swirling the glass with ease as she took occasional sips. She finished half the glass before realizing it was probably too rude to enjoy it alone, so she waltzed back to the refrigerator to pull out a relatively healthier fruit juice and toss it at Song Qingchun.
Song Qingchun didn’t touch the juice bottle. She turned toward Fang Rou and asked in a surprisingly calm voice, “It was you who ordered the taxi driver to pull me here?”
Fang Rou took another sip of the wine and sighed with satisfaction before nodding openly at Song Qingchun and admitted, “That’s right.”
“Why would you do that?”
Fang Rou smiled twice as if she had just been told a joke. However, the next second, her expression turned as cold as ice. With a tone dripping with frost, she said, “Because I want to take your life.”
Fang Rou had attempted to kill Song Qingchun many times, and she had failed each time. Song Qingchun knew that already, but when she heard the confession from Fang Rou’s lips, she still couldn’t help shivering.
Song Qingchun stared Fang Rou in the eye and held her gaze before asking the question that had been stuck in her minds for these few days. “Was it you who kill my brother?”
Fang Rou’s fingers that held the wine glass quivered slightly. She lowered her gaze, and in that moment, Song Qingchun thought she could see sadness on that woman. However, that lasted exactly only a moment before it dissipated behind a condescending smile. The woman took another slow sip of the wine before admitting readily, “Yes, it was me who killed Song Cheng.”
Her easy admission was like a sharp knife stabbing into Song Qingchun’s heart. Song Qingchun’s voice, which had been unrealistically calm since Fang Rou walked in, started to shiver with agitation. “Why would you kill him? He was so good to you. You have to know that he…”
Anger made Song Qingchun swallow the rest of her words.
However, Fang Rou was unfazed by her anger. She continued to sip the wine leisurely and continued to describe how she managed to kill Song Cheng in a tone that sounded like she was talking about the recent changes in weather. “To tell you the truth, from the first day I met Song Cheng, I never thought to be good to him. The reason I got close to him, became his girlfriend, and married him was solely to enter the Song family. Of course, the other reason was to claim his life as well.”
Song Qingchun’s whole body was quivering with anger. She inhaled through gritted teeth for several times before she found her words. “Fang Rou, you’re…. heartless!”
“You might want to rethink that judgement because that’s not all.” Fang Rou started chuckling to herself. In a clear and airy tone, she continued. “I killed Tang Nuan as well. Do you know, before Tang Nuan died, she came to me, hoping to collect evidence of my crime for you? Alas…”