My Wife Is A Ghost Exorciser

Song Lan didn't know that her stupidity just blew up the cover that her mother has painstakingly built for years, instead, she leaned her head down and looked at Song Yan's face that has gone completely pale. Instant pleasure coursed in her veins upon seeing Song Yan's white complexion, this was it … this was what she wanted to see, if not she wouldn't have brought her father here. So what if she couldn't snatch Fu Yu Sheng for the time being? Her mother has promised her that she will get that man for her someday and Song Lan trusted her but for now, she will have her fun with Song Yan by using her father whom she has snatched years ago.

With her hand covering her mouth cutely, she sheepishly said, " Oh oops, I think we startled sister Yan's dad, why don't we take her to the hospital? She seems a bit unwell to me." Song Lan said this knowingly she knew that her dad would never agree to her request, now father Song only cared for one daughter like he did turn years ago but this time the daughter being cared for wasn't Song Yang but her.

Sure enough, as Song Lan expected, her father glanced in Song Yan's direction and disgustingly said, " Why do you have to worry about this girl? Haven't I already kicked her out of the house? Lan'er, you sure are very kind. How can you forget that you don't have a sister just like I have no other daughter other than you? Don't call her that, okay?"

" You two——" if this had happened before Fu Rong would have definitely supported Song Lan and her dad but this time she has jumped ships and thus couldn't bear to listen to the two of them trying to trample Song Yan down.

" And are you worthy of calling me your daughter?" Before Fu Rong could say anything Song Yan raised her head and looked at the man in front of her with hatred and resentment brimming in her eyes. Her expression was so viciously terrible that Song Wan Lei felt his heart quiver. "Are you even worthy of being called my father at all?"

Her question was like sharp needles that were stabbed in his heart, and the look in her eyes… it was like she could see him. Not the confident Song Dong Ming but the cowardly, sneaky street rat Song Wang Lei. Those piercing eyes seemed to be staring at his soul and even if he wanted to say something no sound came out of his mouth it was as if his tongue was tied up by the sheer pressure that  Song Yan was putting on him.

It was as if his eldest brother was standing in front of him, he used to stare at him like this as well —— like he wasn't worth anything but trouble.

Song Yan stared at the man, if possible she wanted to tear his mask here and now but if she did that then she will alert Chu Lian and she will hide her father further away from her. So, even though it felt like she was leaving her heart somewhere in the middle of the Arctic ocean, she still turned her head and walked away… its all right, she will find her father… and she will also find the other half of her mother's soul along with her corpse.  One day, she will find them both just not today.

" Hey, Song Yan wait!" Song Lan who didn't expect Song Yan to turn her head away just like that was left in shock. How could she talk to their father like that and walk away but before she could say anything much less chase after Song Yan, Fu Rong who has been silently sitting on the chair stood up and blocked her path. " Don't you think you are being a bit too rude Miss Song? My second sister-in-law doesn't seem to be interested in talking with you, are you going to be rude by chasing her?"

" Rong'er?" Song Lan was surprised by Fu Rong's attitude but the thing that she was most surprised by was that Fu Rong actually called Song Yan…second sister-in-law? Why and how? What happened when she wasn't paying attention? How come the relationship between the two became so good out of nowhere?

" What—- I mean is everything all right, why did sister Yan call you?"Song Lan asked tentatively, she needed to find out what was going on and fast, or else she will lose years of hard work that she had invested while trying to dig Song Yan's corners.

" Why would I tell you that?" said Fu Rong as she shook Song Lan's hands off hers. " That's between sister-in-law and me, who are you to ask me that?"

Song Lan felt like she was slapped in the face, and it was so loud that her cheek started to sting but she somehow still managed to smile as she looked at Fu Rong and said, " What do you mean by that? We are still friends aren't we?"

" Friends?" chuckled Fu Rong as she looked at Song Lan in disgust. " I know what you have done, so quit acting like that it makes me sick."

Fu Rong's words startled Song Lan…what did she know about? Did she find out that the two thugs were sent by her? No that was impossible! Fu Rong ran away before that could happen and those two men were already eaten by the souls… so there was no way, she would know anything about that right?

" What do you know about?" said Song Lan trying her best to act as if she was confused but at the same time her fingers were nervously rubbing alongside the bracelet that she always wore around her wrist. If Fu Rong really  knows that she was the one who sen those thugs then she was afraid that she has to take Fu Rong out of the way once and for all just like those men.

" I know that you went to the fashion week in Paris alone when you knew I wanted to go too," Fu Rong looked at Song Lan who was touching her bracelet and sniggered. She knew it, if she has told the truth just now then she would have been a goner.

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" Song Yan! Song Yan! wait!"  Fu Rong shouted after Song Yan as the latter rushed out of the shopping mall. She has to stop her or things will really get out of control!

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