Pregnant with twins, married to billionaire CEO

"Song Qinghe and Fu Zhengming are close friends known to everyone in the upper class of Jinghai. Your adopted father is Song Qinghe... Haha, interesting." Nian Yuxue showed an evil smile and looked at Zhang Pingling, "You are only a few years older than Song Qinghe, how come you are his adopted daughter?"

"This is not something you should know. All you can do is shut up." Zhang Pingling scolded.

In fact, she didn't know why Song Qinghe disguised himself as an older man and adopted her for more than ten years.

Whenever I think of this, a sense of fear arises in my heart involuntarily.

"Mr. Fu, could it be that Song Qinghe adopted your wife because of you?" Nian Yuxue did not shut up, but added fuel to the fire, causing the atmosphere that had just calmed down to become turbulent again in an instant.

Fu Zhengpeng narrowed his eyes coldly and looked at Zhang Pingling thoughtfully.

Zhang Pingling frowned and asked unhappily, "What do you mean?"

"I don't mean anything, I just think what this girl said makes some sense." Fu Zhengpeng raised his hand and stroked his chin, and suddenly thought, "Your adoptive father hid everything from you, are you sure he is here to help me? I will not let him swallow up the Fu family."

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure appeared at the door and walked in slowly.

"I don't have the ability to swallow up the Fu family. If you don't believe me, you can leave here. I won't stop you."

Song Qinghe was wearing a black suit, with an elegant temperament, steady and restrained gestures, and spoke slowly. However, there was a sense of oppression about him that could not be ignored.

"Godfather, Apeng is talking nonsense because he is too sad about Shangjie's death. Please don't pay attention to what he says. Of course we believe you. You are the only one we have now."

Song Qinghe raised the corners of his lips: "My condolences."

Zhang Pingling's eyes were filled with painful tears: "Foster father, I can't mourn. My son died tragically. I want Fu Shangbei to pay for his life."

"You know exactly how your son died." When Song Qinghe said this, Zhang Pingling's face, which was full of hatred, froze.

"Godfather..." Zhang Pingling suddenly didn't understand what her godfather had just said.

Doesn't it mean that since Fu Shangbei wasn't the one driving to chase Shang Jie, he has no responsibility?

No.

Fu Shangbei deserves to die.

If he didn't fight for the family property, how could Shang Jie do such a thing.

Song Qinghe glanced at Zhang Pingling indifferently and said coldly: "Let Fu Zhengpeng come with me, I will take him to see Fu Zhenhuan."

Hearing this, Fu Zhengpeng's eyes lit up: "Godfather, can you take me to see my dad?"

"He is your biological father?" Song Qinghe's smiling eyes drifted over Fu Zhengpeng, making Fu Zhengpeng feel a sense of irony for no reason.

But soon Fu Zhengpeng dismissed this idea himself. Why did Song Qinghe mock him? He and Song Qinghe had no grudges.

"Not only can I let you meet Fu Zhenhuan, I can also let you vent your anger on Fu Zhengming. In front of Fu Zhenhuan, venting your anger on Fu Zhengming, isn't it cool?"

Of course it feels good!

So Fu Zhengpeng followed Song Qinghe.

The two got into the same car and drove out of the Song family manor. Fu Zhengpeng slowly leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

……

the next day.

"Hello? Lao Song, what's up? Do you have something urgent to discuss with me? Sure, see you at the usual place." After ending the call, Fu Zhengming happily ran to Lu Ying and said, "Lao Song wanted to see me. I might have had dinner with him. You and the two children shouldn't wait for me to come back for dinner."

"I got it. Go ahead." Lu Ying was watching a TV series and waved her hand, not wanting to pay attention to him.

Fu Zhengming changed into a dignified suit and took the driver's car to another hill of the Song family's home, where there was a private winery where Fu Zhengming and Song Qinghe often played golf.

After arriving at the winery and getting out of the car, Fu Zhengming was about to walk into the winery when he heard a familiar voice behind him.

"Amin—"