"Daughter-in-law, if you don't believe me, you have to believe that other person. He only has Nan Qing in his eyes. We both had a pure sleep. He only listened to a few words from me in my sleep!"
Song Xiang was just trying his luck, but he didn't expect to hit such a huge "melon".
She looked at An Xuyue and asked again, "Did Mr. Yan just see it?"
"Ang." An Xuyue curled her lips, "That retard didn't even listen to my explanation."
"My father didn't explain it either?"
"He's so cheating!" An Xuyue clapped her hands, filled with indignation, "If An Minmin hadn't tricked me into kidnapping Xiao Yan later, and he came to help me and found out about An Minmin's bad things, I would have suspected that he did it on purpose.
!”
Song Xiang thought for a moment and then asked: "When was that?"
"Just... before we got divorced." An Xuyue shrugged, seeing that Song Xiang didn't seem so angry, and her tone softened a little.
Song Xiang calculated that it should be when Yan Han was almost seven years old.
"Is it because of this that you are getting divorced?"
"Yeah." An Xuyue curled her lips, a trace of fear flashed in her eyes, "That mad dog Yan Zhicheng was probably so angry with me that he almost opened a wooden warehouse on that person on the spot."
Song Xiang's throat was dry, and she quickly ran through the timeline in her mind, "Auntie, haven't you ever had a divorce before?"
"No." An Xuyue held her chin and moved closer to Song Xiang, "He's okay. It was only after Nan Qing died that he became like a lunatic. But I can still bear it, because he treated me before."
For good’s sake.”
It was like a flash of lightning flashed in my mind.
Song Xiang felt that an idea that he had been unable to figure out seemed to be clearing up.
"Daughter-in-law?" An Xuyue saw something wrong with her face and waved her hand in front of her eyes.
Song Xiang came to her senses and grabbed An Xuyue's hand, "Auntie, can you tell me how you and your mother got sick?"
An Xuyue didn't think much, thinking she was just curious.
"It's unlucky for me. When Xiao Yan was about three years old, I went to a Mamba benefit performance, and then out of nowhere I found out that Nan Qing was doing charity work there, so I went to see her." She said, looking at Song again.
Xiang was eager to explain, "I didn't bully her. She is more powerful than me. Who sent so many people to protect her?"
Song Xiang remained silent.
An Xuyue continued: "She was already married to Rong Boye at that time, and I also had Xiao Yan with Yan Zhicheng, and things couldn't get out of hand. I won't quarrel with her, even though she is very beautiful."
Song Xiang listened quietly and grasped the key point. At that time, each other had already settled down, and Yan Zhicheng and Nan Qing were not inseparable.
"I had a fever when I got back!" An Xuyue suddenly stood up and complained emotionally, "It was her...your mother who passed it on to me!"
Song Xiang was confused, "She passed it on to you?"
An Xuyue nodded vigorously, "Yes, I am the victim."
"But it's so strange." She clicked her tongue again, grabbed Song Xiang's hand, and said, "I'm fine, I'm in great health, but she's so serious that she's going to die."
Boom, boom, boom.
There was a knock on the door.
An Xuyue's voice stopped suddenly.
The door was pushed open, and Yan Han walked in. He didn't notice the atmosphere and looked at An Xuyue with disgust, "Please pack up, it's time to go."
An Xuyue smacked her lips and glanced at Song Xiang's expression. Worried that she was still angry, she quickly packed her luggage in a dejected manner and spoke to Song Xiang in a low and flattering voice.
"When I come back, I will definitely bring you a gift."
After saying that, he dragged the box out with difficulty.