His half-joking and half-serious attitude made it impossible for anyone to get angry.

Song Yinyin shook her head and had no choice but to agree with him.

She picked up two pills from the bedside table, fed them into his mouth, then took a sip of water from the glass, and lowered her head to kiss his lips...

The man’s throat moved, followed by the sound of swallowing the pills.

For the first time, Song Yinyin felt that the sound of a man swallowing pills could be so sexy.

Her face turned a little red, and she instinctively wanted to get up, but the man tightly held the back of her head, not allowing her to get up, forcing her to suck on his lips...

The man’s lips turned from passive to active, deeply locking onto her lips, deepening the kiss.

......

Upon hearing that her daughter Song Anqi had a car accident while being transferred to another prison and died in a fire, Song Huaizhong suddenly had a heart attack and was hospitalized.

Jiang Lan was also lying in a sanatorium, and for a moment, no one arranged for Song Anqi’s funeral.

The police had no choice but to call Song Yinyin and Lu Jihan.

Thus, Song Anqi’s funeral was organized by the two of them.

The funeral home in the southern suburb of the Imperial City was crowded all day.

In the largest mourning hall, the music played softly, and people queued up, slowly entering in order to view the remains and express their condolences.

As a family member, Song Yinyin stood at the front, wearing a small white flower on her arm, with Lu Jihan always by her side.

Because when the police found Song Anqi, her body was already disfigured beyond recognition, so only a portrait of her was placed in the mourning hall.

Looking at the young face in the portrait in the mourning hall, Song Yinyin felt an indescribable complexity of emotions.

Although she had once hated her, everything dissipated at that moment.

After all, it was a young life; no one deserves to die, life is not that worthless...

An indescribable oppression filled her heart.

It was at this moment that a commotion suddenly came from the doorway.

Then, a sharp female voice rang out: "Song Yinyin, you vicious woman, it’s all your fault, it’s because of you that Anqi ended up like this! You’re so cruel and poisonous..."

Lu Jihan and Song Yinyin both looked up in unison.

They saw Hao Min dressed in black appearing at the entrance.

Hao Min stood at the doorway, her eyes red with anger.

She glared angrily at Song Yinyin, her eyes filled with fury.

Song Yinyin looked over at Hao Min, then shook her head, "As Song Anqi’s best friend, Hao Min is quite faithful."

Lu Jihan frowned and said pointedly:

"I think she was pinning her hopes on Song Anqi to make a comeback, but when Song Huaizhong went bankrupt and Song Anqi went to prison, her hopes were dashed, so naturally, she blames you for it. What rubbish friendship!"

Song Yinyin shook her head.

Does this man have to be so sharp-eyed?

Lu Jihan snapped his fingers, signaling to the bodyguards, and immediately, someone grabbed Hao Min’s arms, preventing her from causing trouble in the mourning hall.

Nearby, several Song family relatives whispered to each other—

"Sigh, poor Anqi, her mom became a vegetable, her dad got a heart attack and couldn’t attend the funeral, and her funeral was organized by her arch-enemy; it’s truly... sigh!"

"Indeed, if I were her, I wouldn’t rest in peace even in death! With all that, the granddaughter of the Xiao family must be feeling real pleased now."

...

Listening to their gossip, Song Yinyin’s hands, hanging by her sides, instinctively clenched tightly.

Inside her heart, a storm was already raging.