I Transmigrated As A Villain's Mother

466 The Game Is Finally Over

Song He sneered, “What can she do? Kill me? Does she want to accompany her daughter in jail?”

“Your money is with Song Ci now, but you still have other assets like the shares. Pang Xiaohui will try to get her hands on those. She won’t give up so easily!”

Song He said angrily, “She can keep dreaming! I’ll write my will now. If I die, all my assets will go to Song Ci.”

“Dad, why are you saying such things?”

Song Ci frowned.

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“Uncle, Song Ci will feel terrible if you keep acting like this.”

After the recent experiences, Song He was in desperate need of emotional support. Lu Gan and Song Ci’s words greatly appeased him.

Lu Gan continued, “Uncle, Song Ci just wants you to stay safe and healthy. She doesn’t lack or care about money. If you’re worried about the shares, just transfer them to her as well. Writing a will is too much.”

“But if I do that, Pang Xiaohui and Song Peihan will go after her.”

Song He had developed a little conscience.

Lu Gan reassured, “Song Ci is a celebrity. It won’t be easy for Pang Xiaohui to do anything.”

“Lu Gan is right. I’m always surrounded by people. She can’t do much. Dad, I’m more worried about you.”

After saying that, tears flowed from Song Ci’s eyes.

“My mother is dead. I can’t bear to lose you too.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll be fine.”

…

A few days later, Song He transferred his shares to Song Ci. He was a little emotional.

“Actually, 20% of those shares belonged to your mother. She only gave them to me so I can be the main shareholder and make decisions.”

Recently, Song He kept reminiscing about Kong Chuyun and her gentleness. They had good memories, but he really let her down.

“Sigh… Your mother was a great wife.”

Song Ci sneered in her heart.

‘What’s the point of saying that now? How disgusting. You’ve already betrayed her. It’s your fault that she died.’

Anyway, Song Ci got the documents.

The game was finally over.

Lu Gan looked at the documents. There were no problems.

Song Ci smiled.

The next day, Song Ci brought Song Yujin to Kong Chuyun’s grave.

‘I’m sorry for taking the identity of your daughter. Regardless, I’ve gotten back everything that belonged to you. They’ll be in Song Yujin’s hands now. I’ll also take care of him like my own son. You can rest in peace.’

Song Ci bowed deeply to Kong Chuyun’s gravestone. Then, she glanced at Song Yujin silently.

Song Yujin looked at his mother’s photo with longing eyes.