Song Ruhua was very happy to see the child acquiesce to her staying, she was one step closer to success!
“Bao’er, auntie has bought you your favourite pastries, take a break and come and try them.” She placed those pastries, one by one, in front of Bao’er.
Bao’er just glanced at them and didn’t say anything, continuing to pick up her violin, all she could think about was Wen Shiyu.
He had promised his aunt that the next time they met, he would learn this piece and play it for her, but he didn’t have time, to eat those pastries.
Besides, Auntie’s pastries were a hundred times better than that shop’s!
Seeing that Bao’er was not paying attention to her, Song Ruhua’s expression stiffened, but she did not say anything to reprimand her, she just said in a soft voice: “I’ll leave the pastries here, what do you want to drink, Auntie will make them for you.”
Bao’er still didn’t pay any attention to her.
“…… Then I’ll squeeze orange juice for you.” Song Ruhua said.
For the next few days, Song Ruhua came to the villa when Feng Shenye was not there, and left before he returned, not disturbing the moments between father and son in any way.
The next few days, Song Ru-painting came to the villa when Feng Shen-ye was away, and left before he returned, without disturbing the moments between father and son.
……
Gu family.
“What did you say? That b*tch, Song Ru-painting, comes in and out of Di Jing Lan Yuan every day?” Gu Xiangrou looked at the private detective in front of her and gritted her teeth.
Feng Shenye wouldn’t let her go near Bao’er, near Di Jing Lan Yuan, she had always suspected that he was involved with other women, and after following Wen Shiyu for several days, she didn’t find anything.
She turned to start monitoring the situation in Di Jing Lan Yuan.
Sure enough ……
She gritted her teeth, “That b*tch Song Ruhua is also worthy?”
But what to do about Song Ruyou now?
Her mind flashed back to the aftermath of her own mother’s poisoning of Bao’er earlier, and the corners of her mouth couldn’t help but flutter into a small smile.
I was afraid that Song Ruyi would never be able to get close to that child again, and it would be best if that child died.
She had been squatting around Di Jing Lan Yuan for a few days when she finally saw a familiar-looking maid, she went up and said, “You’re from the Feng family, aren’t you?”
The servant nodded timidly, “You are?”
“Who I am, you don’t need to care, but I’m here to bring you money, let me ask you, how is the young master’s relationship with Song Ruhua?” Gu Xiangrou asked.
“Miss Song is very good to the young master, but the young master doesn’t even pay her any attention for some reason.” The servant said.
Gu Xiangrou nodded, “In this way, here is twenty thousand, do me a favour and help me hurt that child and frame it to Song Ruhua.”
“Isn’t that hurting people? No, I can’t.” The servant shook his head straight in fear.
“After the deed is done, I still have 100,000 to give you.” Gu Xiangrou continued to entice.
The servant thought about it and still took the money.
……
When that maid returned to Di Jing Lan Yuan, she just happened to see Song Ruyou and Bao’er standing at the entrance of the stairs talking, she took the fruit handed to her by the other maids, and after taking it upstairs, she gave Song Ruyou a hard push.
“Ah! Bao’er!”
Song Ruhua fell forward uncontrollably and pounced directly on Bao’er, who instantly rolled down the stairs on the first floor to the floor on the ground floor.
Crimson blood flowed from his head.
Uncle Chen heard the sound and rushed out to check on him, the servants were also in a mess, he hurriedly shouted, “Quickly, 120, quick!”
“Quickly call the young master!”
“Little Young Master, Little Young Master ……” Uncle Chen called out softly to Bao’er.
The villa was in a mess.
……
At this moment, Feng Shenye had just received Wen Shiyu with the intention of taking her to meet Bao’er, whom he had promised to let them meet today.
His face snapped all over again when he received a call from home, “Xu Yan, go to the hospital, quick!”
“What’s wrong?” Wen Shiyu said in confusion.
“Bao’er is injured.” Feng Shenye sank his voice.
As soon as Xu Yan heard this, without saying a word, he stepped on the gas and turned around and drove in the direction of the hospital.
By the time they arrived, Bao’er was already in the operating room.
“How is the situation?” Feng Shenye asked.
Uncle Chen felt a little guilty, “The young master was just sent in and has lost some blood.”