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A cold and humid aura spread throughout an abandoned warehouse. Song Qinghuan was still wearing the enlarged version of her hospital gown, but even so, it couldn't cover her obese body.

On the cold floor, beside her bare toes, were scattered black hair. She couldn't resist being tied up, so she could only whimper from her taped mouth.

She tilted her head back slightly. Her round face was covered by the jagged hair that had been cut with a pair of scissors. However, her pair of large cat eyes were clear and lively. The tears washed over her face, making them seem even more beautiful like diamonds.

"My hands are shaking right now and I can't hold the scissors. If you struggle too hard, I'm not sure if it's your head or your hair that's been cut off."

Although the woman was smiling, her voice sounded like a sinister female ghost in the abandoned warehouse, causing Song Qinghuan's fear to increase. Her own heavy breathing, accompanied with the sound of scissors scraping, made her scalp tingle.

At this moment, she could no longer tell if the blood on her face was tears or blood. She could vaguely see several cut marks on her face in the mirror. The blood seeped out and formed many twisted patterns. It was shocking.

"You said that you are already fat like a pig, how can he still like you? What in the world am I not as good as you? "Hmm?" Her white fingers grabbed onto Song Qinghuan's chin as she carefully examined her face.

As she spoke, her breath was filled with the strong smell of alcohol. At the same time, her hands didn't even tremble as she used her sharp scissors to cut another wound on Song Qinghuan's face. Her delicate face finally revealed a satisfied smile.

Obviously, he was very satisfied with his masterpiece.

"Mmm mmm …" Song Qing was unable to say anything, and could not understand the meaning behind Song Shuyao's words. The pain had already made her entire body break out in cold sweat, and her body was trembling uncontrollably.

Song Shuyao suddenly crouched down. Her fingertips touched the bright red blood on Song Qinghuan's cheeks as she giggled: "Do you know why you started to get fat and how you lost weight is of no use?"

Song Qinghuan's eyes widened as she looked astonished at the person in front of her. It was her elder sister.

Song Shuyao gave her an enchanting smile. Her cheeks were red from the alcohol. The smell of alcohol mixed with perfume was pungent, but it was as if she couldn't smell it. Smiling lightly, she spoke sinisterly.

Song Shuyao said in a regretful tone: "I almost forgot, you're so stupid, how could you know?"

It was as if she wanted to vent all the jealousy she had felt over the years, to pour out all the bad things she had done.

"It's me, it's my mom who's been giving you fattening hormones. It's all your fault! Who allowed you to steal my limelight everywhere, and in the end, even allowed you to enter Xing Han Music Academy! "

It was one of the top institutions in the country.

Ah!

Song Qinghuan did not dare to believe it. She had not lost her mind and had been swapped with Song Shuyao and her daughter for the Crown Prince!

"Don't look at me with that kind of expression, I really hate those eyes of yours!" Song Shuyao impatiently threw the scissors in her hand onto the ground. She tore off the bandage that was wrapped around Song Qinghuan's mouth. This sudden tear caused blood to spill out from her lips.

"Why?"

She did not know what Song Shuyao had given her to drink, but now her voice was hoarse and harsh. It was like the sound of heaven and earth when compared to the music industry in the past.

Someone often said that the Heavens would open a window for you after closing a door. After being abandoned by the Song Family as an abandoned son, the next semester, Song Qinghuan came into contact with the singing domain online.

She started to try singing some of the classic songs and uploaded them to the internet. The result was that Song Qinghuan, who was in the second generation, soon became popular because she started to sing a new single by the Emperor of the Altar.

The songs she sang also swept across the rankings of all the popular music players. Fans and even the music media began to praise her for her heavenly voice.

Just when Song Qinghuan thought that her window was about to open, Song Shuyao's appearance once again ruthlessly turned off her last source of light to the outside world.

Song Shuyao had once again seized the fruits of Song Shuhang's singing. After the investment from the Song family, she used Song Qinghuan's voice to make her record go viral, and because of her obese body and social phobia, Song Shuyao had officially become the trump card of Song Shuyao, becoming an invisible singer.

Song Shuyao smiled coldly. "I'll make you understand today. You've become the abandoned son of the Song Family, because you're not surnamed Song at all!"

"I wonder which wild man you, that shameless mother of yours, stole it from?" "You who were in love with me!"

It was a mystery that Song Qinghuan did not understand for many years. On the day of her twenty-second birthday, she finally found out the truth.

In the end, her hand was full of cards and she had made a joke out of herself. Everyone knew that she was the only one who had been tricked until now!

Song Shuyao enunciated word by word, echoing within Song Qinghuan's mind. Song Qing laughed, but her laughter was so shrill that she didn't even notice when Song Shuyao left.

The temperature of the abandoned warehouse started to rise gradually. When Song Qinghuan came back to her senses, she was already surrounded by a huge fire.

She lay on the ground and stared straight at the person in front of her in the tall mirror. Her blurry vision could still see her extremely ugly face.

At this moment, Song Qing was filled with joy and hatred, hatred for her cowardice, and even more hatred for the group of devils that had destroyed her life using the name of her kin!

Song Qinghuan was unwilling. How could she die so quietly? The ugly faces spun in her mind. Song Qinghuan wished she could tear them all to shreds!

"Song Qinghuan!"

"Song Qinghuan!"

When she was already in a state of pain, she heard a familiar voice outside that thought she was hallucinating. With a "Boom!", a loud sound of water splashing in, and the steel door of the warehouse was smashed open. In the light of the fire, the man didn't care about the approaching raging fire, but instead, he hid the worry and fear in his eyes.

He died with hatred and unwillingness.