My Ceo Husband is Sworn Enemy

Chapter 356: Can We Turn the Page?_1
When Wenya mentioned the name Damaha, I couldn’t even remember who that person was for a moment.

It took me about ten minutes of thinking to realize, he was the prime suspect in the Golden Bay arson case.

Initially, there were two suspects in the Golden Bay arson case, one was Damaha, and the other was Juanmao.

Juanmao died in an accident, whereas Damaha fell into a coma.

However, though the case was never tried, I had already concluded that the real mastermind behind it all was Gu Yuanzhou.

After all, both men were underlings of Gu Yuanzhou.

At that time, I wasn’t too concerned about Damaha’s awakening.

“Whatever!”

“Don’t you care about the Golden Bay arson case anymore?”

“What’s the point? Gu Yuanzhou is already dead!”

“Don’t you want to know what happened?”

“There’s no need, I don’t want to know…”

Wenya nodded in agreement, “Yeah, it’s time to turn the page! You need to start a new life as well.”

Yes, I had to start over…

Now that the knot in my heart was untied, life had to go on.

There were still many things waiting for me to handle.

Gu Yuanzhou had left the Huaxin Group and the Song Family estate to me, so I took some time to complete the property transfer.

Then I went abroad to bring Aunt Wu Lijuan back, and soon after, I brought Wu’s mother back as well.

Wu Lijuan’s health was getting worse…

Especially after hearing of Song Siwen’s death, she cried her heart out.

But upon hearing that the Huaxin Group and the Song Family estate had been recovered, her mood steadied quite a bit.

Especially after knowing that Gu Yuanzhou had been convicted, she gradually felt better.

“Xiaoyun, although you and my niece, Song Yun, are good friends, what you’ve done for the Song Family has really moved me.”

“Auntie, don’t be sad. I’ll take you to the hospital to stay for a few days, and then I’ll transfer all the shares of Huaxin Group into your hands.”

“I can’t thank you enough!”

After Wu Lijuan returned to the country, I sent her to the hospital.

I made time every day to visit her in the hospital and keep her company.

Her hospital room was right next to Song Zexi’s, and whenever she had the chance, she would often go to keep Song Zexi company.

Perhaps heaven was watching.

My cousin Song Zexi, who had been in a coma, suddenly started to show signs of improvement and woke up after a few days.

This brought me a great deal of relief.

It was as if everything I had done had finally come to fruition.

A week later.

Song Zexi and Wu Lijuan were both discharged from the hospital.

At that time, the Song Family also began preparations for Song Siwen’s funeral…

Everything was supposed to end just like that.

But what I didn’t expect was that at Song Siwen’s funeral, I saw someone I couldn’t have anticipated.

On the day of the funeral, Wenya was also present.

As a child, we were close, so she often came to the Song Family home and had some affection for the Song Family people.

There were also some relatives and friends in attendance…

Song Siwen’s death at such a young age was regarded as dying prematurely, and at the funeral, everyone was moved, and following Wu Lijuan’s words, they wiped their tears one after another.

I too had swollen, tearful eyes.

Wenya, while wiping her tears with a tissue, suddenly said to me,

“Holy shit, isn’t that your uncle?”

It was widely known that my Uncle Song Shixiong had gone missing after a kidnapping accident long ago.

At the time, everyone concluded that Gu Yuanzhou had kidnapped and killed him.

Especially when Gu Yuanzhou took over the Huaxin Group, everyone had already presumed the murderer was him.

How could someone who was already dead appear?

This is a public funeral home, connected to the crematorium, and many people come here to handle funeral affairs.

Following Wenya’s gesturing, I looked over and saw a man in a black suit wearing sunglasses in the crowd outside the door.

He was looking in this direction from among the people.

At first glance, he really did look like Song Shixiong.

But as I looked closely, he suddenly disappeared back into the crowd.

I could no longer see him clearly.

“Uh, you must be seeing things, right?”

I turned to look at Wenya.

Wenya looked back for a long time but ultimately couldn’t give me a definite answer.

“Yeah, I must have seen wrong, my eyes blurred perhaps.”

“Indeed, if my uncle were really alive, how could he not attend his own son’s funeral? That doesn’t make sense.”

“That’s true, forget it!”

I didn’t take this small incident to heart.

Song Zexi treated me very well.

Perhaps out of gratitude for taking the Huaxin Group back from Gu Yuanzhou, he treated me like an honored guest.

Ever since I recovered, he would often invite me to dinner, and sometimes the whole family would get together for tea.

However, I have never told them about my identity as Song Yun.

I’ve always been interacting with them as Song Xiaoyun.

Actually, I really enjoyed this warm family atmosphere, and I always thought they were my relatives.

Until one day, I saw Song Shixiong again.

It was a weekend evening.

Song Zexi had originally arranged to watch a movie with me.

But I went with Wenya to Jian Jing’s to see her daughter and ended up delayed for over an hour due to her family conflicts.

My phone was out of battery, too, and I couldn’t get in touch with Song Zexi, so I decided to go to the Song Family personally to explain things.

By then, it was already past ten at night, and Mother Wu had finished work for the day.

I had the keys to the Song Family’s house and entered directly.

Song Zexi’s bedroom was on the second floor, but as I was about to go up, I heard arguing coming from the study.

It was a study on the third floor, once belonging to my Uncle Song Shixiong.

Because it was quite distant, I couldn’t hear very clearly, but I could faintly make out Wu Lijuan’s screaming.

Concerned for Wu Lijuan’s safety, I tiptoed cautiously toward the study.

Perhaps because there was no one else at home, the study door wasn’t locked but merely left ajar.

Peering through the crack of the open door, I saw two people arguing.

A man and a woman.

The woman was in tears, clearly Wu Lijuan.

And the man, venting his anger, was none other than the long-missing Song Shixiong.

It seemed that I hadn’t been seeing things at the funeral; Song Shixiong was indeed still alive.

Why was he living in secrecy, not letting anyone know?

As I puzzled over this, I overheard their conversation.

Their words were even more chilling to me…

Wu Lijuan wept,

“How can your heart be so cruel! Not only did you kill Xianjing, but you also killed her daughter; she was your own sister!”

Song Shixiong’s voice roared impatiently,

“Aren’t you annoying? What about it if she was my own sister? If it wasn’t for extorting that man for money back then, our Song Family would have collapsed. To live in this world, one must be ruthless. Otherwise, where did all the wealth and glory of your life come from? You only know how to spend money, but have you ever thought about where this money comes from?”