In the main hall of the Song house, Song Bocheng looked at the girl who had just visited with surprise.

“Are you looking for me?”

“Yeah, Uncle. I just have something to ask you,” Xia Ning nodded at Song Bocheng and said.

Song Bocheng took a few looks at her and nodded. “Say what you want. But the Song family and I have nothing to do with Shen Weiran. You should call me uncle[1].”

Just at this time, a servant came with tea. Xia Ning took the tea and said to Song Bocheng with a smile, “Sure, Uncle. Actually, I’m here today to learn a little about Shen Weiran from you.”

“Shen Weiran? What’s the matter?”

“It was the night when my mother passed away 16 years ago. Was Shen Weiran with you?” Xia Ning said directly. She looked down and said apologetically, “Even though I know this is a bit impolite, I want to know if my mum’s car accident was related to Shen Weiran.”

“You are saying that Shen Weiran hurt your mother?” Song Bocheng looked at Xia Ning with surprise.

“Yes.” Xia Ning looked at Song Bocheng. “Shen Weiran is the person who wants my mother dead the most in the world. From the surveillance camera back then, it was a car that crashed into my mum who was walking on the crosswalk. It was deliberate murder!”

“I don’t remember anything else, but I remember the night your mum passed away. Because the next day, I was in the headlines of entertainment. Plus, your mum and I have a good relationship. When she passed away, I was very sad.” Song Bocheng’s face was very serious. “That night, Shen Weiran was with me. We entered the hotel at around eight or nine.”

“Oh, really?” Xia Ning nodded. When Mum was hit by a car, it was around 9 o’clock. So Song Bocheng is saying that her mum’s death had nothing to do with Shen Weiran.

“Thank you, Uncle.” Xia Ning smiled slightly. “Now that I think about it, I think I saw you when I was little.”

“You were still young back then. You were not strong and skinny.” Song Bocheng smiled. “Now that you are all grown up, you look so different than when you were young. People say women transform as they grow. That’s true.” If your mother knew, she would be very happy to see you like this. Back then, she was worried about your health.”

“Yup.” Xia Ning nodded. “I did not expect Mum to pass away so early.”

“If it was not for that car accident, your mother would not have passed away so early. Although she was suffering from Leukemia, medicine was developing and there was still a chance for her to recover.” Song Bocheng sighed. “When I established the Angel Fund, it’s been years since then. Too bad I couldn’t help her in the end.”

“Uncle, you established the Angel Fund for my mum?” Xia Ning looked at Song Bocheng with surprise.

The outside world was saying that the creator of the Angel Fund was Shen Weiran and she was Song Bocheng’s wife. And back then, they were very loving, so there was no difference in which one of them established it. But she was more famous than Song Bocheng and the daughter of the Shen family. Cannes Movie Queen, people naturally put this halo on her.

Song Bocheng looked at Xia Ning and nodded. “I promised to help your mum, but nothing was done.”

“Uncle has a sincere heart. If my mum knows, she’ll be happy too,” Xia Ning nodded and said.

Song Bocheng smiled bitterly. “Both of you are separated by two different worlds.” He looked at Xia Ning. “Seeing you makes me feel like your mother is still alive.”

From Song Bocheng’s words, Xia Ning knew he had some feelings for her mum. She vaguely remembered that back then, a person was wooing her mother. Too bad Mum turned him down.

Just at this time, a shadow walked in from the door. “Old man, you have a guest. That’s rare.” A frivolous voice sounded.

Xia Ning turned around and saw Song Chenfeng walking in.

[1] Xia Ning was using a blood-related title to address Song Bocheng in the previous paragraph.