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"For whom am I important? Song Qiting, the person you love is back, and so is my grandmother. There is no longer any relation between us, so let's just let it go. "

Tang Zhen looked at the ceiling and spoke indifferently, his expression did not have any fluctuations, as though he was a still painting, but also like a piece of broken glass, which would shatter upon touching it.

"Don't even think about it. Tang Zhen, not only have you harmed me for so many years, you have also harmed Yi Fei time and time again. Do you think that these grudges can be understood with a single sentence?"

Her words successfully angered Song Qiting, who suddenly shook Tang Zhen's body, forcing her to look straight at him.

Song Qiting's bright eyes looked at the girl in front of him, who gave him the qualifications to say that she left him, he did not allow that.

"So you also want my life? "Sorry, I won't die that easily. If Mr. Song is fine, I need to rest."

Tang Zhen's gaze fluctuated as she stared at Song Qiting, and she very quickly dismissed him.

She was someone who had been revived once, and those compromises from the past could only be a thing of the past. Right now, she treasured her chance to live more than anyone else. It was impossible for Song Qiting and Yu Yifei to let her die.

"You!"

Song Qiting glared at the woman who pretended to be asleep. If it was before, he would definitely throw her off the bed mercilessly. However, looking at her pale white face now, his heart felt a sharp pain.

A trace of absent-mindedness flashed across the corner of his eyes, especially the cold and emotionless "Mr. Song", which made him feel uneasy.

Song Qiting sat up from the bed, took one last look at the imprisoned Tang Zhen, then closed the door and left.

"Young Master, I've found it."

The butler had already been waiting in front of the bedroom door for a long time. When he saw Song Qiting coming out, he respectfully handed over the information in his hands.

"To the study."

Song Qiting spoke coldly. He was surprisingly careful in closing the door, and he didn't even know why.

"Miss Tang's grandmother passed away a week ago. During this period, it was Gu Yun who accompanied Miss Tang to hold the funeral."

The butler had investigated everything that had happened to Tang Zhen during this period of time. He reported and could not help but raise his head to look at Song Qiting who was about to say something but hesitated.

Song Qiting sat upright on the leather sofa. He had only found out about the news of Tang Zhen's grandmother's death last night when his men brought Tang Zhen back from the grave. However, he did not expect his grandmother to have passed away a week ago.

He understood his grandmother's position in Tang Zhen's heart. With his grandmother gone, Tang Zhen probably had nothing left to live for, too.

"Are you hiding something from me?"

Song Qiting looked at the butler. Even the butler who had grown up in such a cold and harsh voice couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.

"Yes." The butler immediately lowered his head, "The other thing is related to Miss Tang's injuries, it is … A severe concussion caused by a failure to commit suicide. This is a case from the hospital. "

His young master's temperament was definitely unpredictable, especially after he married Tang Zhen. He was even more unfathomable, to the point where even he himself was unable to guess what it was.

"What did you say?"

Song Qiting asked fiercely, his nervous expression making him not realize it himself.

The butler looked at Song Qiting in shock and reported in detail the process of Tang Zhen committing suicide by jumping off the building.

Tang Zhen's heart was kind, and was not like how Song Qiting seemed to resent him, he had felt this the first time he saw Tang Zhen, but these were all matters of the master and he had no right to interfere, so he could only watch on silently.

"I got it, you go out first."

Song Qiting was suddenly anxious, he waved his hand to signal the butler to go out, and then finally understood why Tang Zhen had changed so much.

He clenched his fists tightly as he stared at the information on the table with sinister eyes, but he did not feel the slightest bit of pity. So Tang Zhen had already planned to use this method to escape from him?

If just by the death of his grandmother he could sympathize with her and let Tang Zhen leave, that would be wishful thinking.

He would never let go.