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His reaction was too strange. I decided to play along.
"Alright, I won't investigate anymore. I don't want to get wrinkles," I feigned weakness. "But you have to promise me not to let Aunt Zhou always target me; it's quite annoying."
Song Ming sighed in relief. "I'll talk to her."
As soon as he went to his study, I sprang into action. Since Aunt Zhou was so concerned about that box, there must be something fishy inside. However, picking the lock was too risky; I needed a different approach.
I opened an app and ordered a locksmith service.
"Hello, is the lock broken?" the technician asked upon arrival.
I pointed to Aunt Zhou's room. "Yes, this lock has a problem. Can you help me get a new one?"
The technician quickly replaced the lock and handed me a new key. Perfect, this was a win.
Once everyone was asleep, I tiptoed into Aunt Zhou's room. The new key opened the box flawlessly, revealing it filled with documents and medicine boxes.
These medicine boxes looked familiar! Upon closer inspection, they were all prescription drugs, and the names matched exactly with what Song Ming took every day!
The most bizarre part was that the doctor's signature on these boxes read: Anwen.
I hurriedly took photos for evidence when I suddenly noticed a brown paper bag at the bottom of the box. Opening it revealed a stack of medical records and test results. They were all Song Ming's medical records! And they had all been handled by Anwen!
"Are you enjoying your little investigation?"
I nearly jumped out of my skin; turning around, I met Aunt Zhou's icy gaze.
"Aunt Zhou, didn't you take leave?" I forced myself to stay calm. "What are these medications? Anwen is Song Ming's doctor?"
"Who do you think you are?" Aunt Zhou sneered. "Do you think you have the right to question these matters?"
She pulled out her phone. "Mr. Song, your wife is in my room, snooping through your medical records."
I snatched her phone away. "What the hell are you all doing? Are these medications problematic?"
Aunt Zhou's expression suddenly changed. "What do you know? You don't know anything!"
She lunged at me, trying to grab the phone back. "You don't deserve to know any of this!"
"Aunt Zhou, what is your relationship with Anwen?" I held her wrist tightly. "What is the true purpose of these medications?"
"Let go!" She shoved me away forcefully. "You impostor!"
I stumbled and crashed against the wall, the phone slipping from my grasp and hitting the floor.
As the screen lit up, I saw a WeChat contact: Niece Anwen.
My eyes widened. "You're Anwen's aunt? Is that why you're doing this?"
"Smack!" Aunt Zhou slapped the phone out of my hand. "Forget everything you've seen!"
I calmed myself and began to probe her. "I know enough; my memory isn't that bad. Anwen's death was no accident, was it?"
"What do you understand?" Aunt Zhou hissed like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
"If Anwen hadn't discovered that secret, how could she have died so young?"
Before I could finish, she suddenly covered her mouth.
I pressed on, "Did Anwen discover Song Ming's illness, which led to her death?"
"Shut up!" Aunt Zhou charged at me frantically. "How dare you mention her!"
I dodged her attack, my mind racing. Anwen was a doctor who prescribed medication for Song Ming; she died on the day of their engagement, and Aunt Zhou was still giving Song Ming those medications...
All these clues were connecting, and the answer was becoming clear!
"Aunt Zhou," I stared into her eyes, "what did Anwen discover? Is there something wrong with these medications?"
Her expression crumbled instantly.
Suddenly, the door burst open.
Song Ming rushed in, his face pale. "What are you two talking about? What’s wrong with the medications?"
Aunt Zhou immediately changed her tone. "Sir, don’t listen to her nonsense! Take your medication."
"Wait!" I grabbed the pills from her hand. "Honey, do you know who prescribed these medications?"
Song Ming looked stunned. "Aren't they from the hospital?"
I pulled out my phone and displayed a photo. "Look at these prescriptions! They’re all signed by Anwen!"
Aunt Zhou suddenly screamed, "Shut up!"
She lunged at me like a madwoman, trying to snatch the phone away. Song Ming held her tightly, "Aunt Zhou, have you lost your mind?"
"You're the ones who are crazy!" Aunt Zhou struggled, "Anwen sacrificed her life to save you!"
Before she could finish her sentence, she suddenly clutched her chest and collapsed.
"Aunt Zhou!" Song Ming panicked and supported her, "Call an ambulance!"
I pulled out my phone but suddenly had a flash of insight, "Wait, don’t call yet!"
Song Ming was furious, "Are you insane? She's passed out!"
"Calm down!" I grasped his hand tightly.
"Don’t you find it strange? Why does Aunt Zhou get so agitated when Anwen's death is mentioned? Why are all these medications prescribed by Anwen? What did she discover?"
Aunt Zhou suddenly opened her eyes and weakly said, "Sir... the medicine..."
I grabbed the pillbox from the bedside table, "Are these really medications for stomach issues? Did Anwen discover something back then?"
Song Ming's face turned pale, "What do you mean?"
"Think about it," I stared at him intently, "Anwen was a doctor; she prescribed you these medications and then had an incident on the day of your engagement. Aunt Zhou is her aunt, now turned into your caretaker, watching over you to take your medicine every day..."
"You can't slander Anwen!" Aunt Zhou suddenly erupted, "She sacrificed too much to save Song Ming."
"Save him?" I scoffed, "Save him from what?"
Aunt Zhou suddenly covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face: "Anwen discovered that the the Song Family was giving Sir... she wanted to stop it..."
"Shut up!" Song Ming interrupted sharply.
I finally understood: "So Anwen found out that the the Song Family was giving you problematic medications and wanted to stop it, but ended up getting harmed instead?"
"That's not true!" Song Ming reacted as if someone had stepped on his tail, "Don't say such nonsense!"
Aunt Zhou sat on the ground, murmuring:
"After Anwen learned the truth, she wanted to take Sir away. She said these medications would cost his life."
Song Ming froze completely.
I continued, "So she was silenced? Because she discovered the secrets of the the Song Family?"
"It wasn't silencing..." Aunt Zhou's tears flowed uncontrollably, "It was her own choice; she said that only this way could everyone believe it was an accident."
I suddenly realized, "Then why did you stay with the the Song Family?"
Aunt Zhou gave a bitter smile: "I came for revenge!"
"Revenge?" I sneered, "So you're using the same medication to slowly poison Song Ming?"
Aunt Zhou laughed maniacally, "Poison him? No! I want him to live, to suffer!"
"Enough!" Song Ming shouted angrily, "Everyone shut up!"
Ignoring him, I pressed on, "What are these drugs?"
"Ha," Aunt Zhou looked at Song Ming, "You tell her! Tell her how the the Song Family has controlled you all these years! Tell her what your father made you take to keep you obedient!"
Song Ming slumped to the ground, gripping his hair tightly.
"You really think you have a stomach problem?" Aunt Zhou sneered. "Anwen found out that these drugs contain neurotoxic ingredients. This is how the the Song Family controls their son, keeping him forever dependent on medication!"
"Anwen wanted to take Song Ming abroad for treatment," Aunt Zhou choked up, "but the the Song Family wouldn’t allow it. On the day of the engagement, his father threatened to kill her."
"Anwen..." Song Ming covered his face in anguish.
"She chose to commit suicide because she didn't want you to feel guilty."
Aunt Zhou looked at Song Ming, "She left a note saying she was depressed. That way, the the Song Family wouldn't discover that you knew the secret."
Suddenly, I understood, "So you stayed behind just to give Song Ming another kind of poison?"
"I want the the Song Family to pay the price!"
Aunt Zhou grinned viciously, "The drugs I give him every day are neurotoxic! I want them to watch their son turn into a madman!"
"You’re the real madwoman!" Song Ming rushed over and grabbed Aunt Zhou by the throat. "You crazy woman!"
"Stop!" I called the police and desperately pulled Song Ming away. "Do you want to make things worse?"
The sound of sirens grew closer.
Aunt Zhou lay on the ground laughing wildly, "Come on! Let everyone know about the the Song Family's disgrace!"
Song Ming sat on the floor, looking like a kite with its string cut.
As the police burst through the door, my mind raced.
If this got out, the the Song Family's stocks would plummet; who knew how many people would be ruined.
"Officer," I said calmly, "this is a family dispute, but there’s a more serious issue: my husband may have been poisoned for a long time."
Aunt Zhou screamed, "You dare accuse me?"
"I'm not accusing you," I sneered, "I'm accusing the entire the Song Family. Aunt Zhou, you're a victim too, aren’t you?"
She froze.
I continued, "Anwen's death shouldn't just be swept under the rug. But your method of revenge is wrong; it will only make her death meaningless."
Aunt Zhou suddenly broke down in tears.
"Take them all back for investigation!"
I pointed at the pile of drug evidence. "Test these medications to see what they've been mixed with!"
The police began collecting evidence, and the ambulance arrived.
As the doctor drew blood from Song Ming, he held onto my hand tightly. "I'm sorry..."
"Enough," I sighed. "You're a victim too. But you need to cooperate with the police and clarify everything your father has done over the years."
Aunt Zhou asked me, "Don't you hate me?"
"I do," I rolled my eyes, "but if you really want revenge, why not go big?"
She was taken aback. "What do you mean?"
I beckoned her closer. "Just wait for the press conference. I’m going to make Song Group’s stock price plummet!"
But I knew it wouldn’t be that simple. Relying solely on Aunt Zhou and a few boxes of medication wasn’t enough.
"Do you have Anwen's suicide note?" I asked Aunt Zhou.
She shook her head. "The the Song Family destroyed all the evidence."
Suddenly, she remembered something. "Anwen left a video!"
It turned out Anwen had anticipated that something might happen and secretly recorded a video stored in the cloud. Aunt Zhou had kept the account credentials, waiting for the right opportunity.
I stayed up all night reviewing the video. The Anwen on screen looked remarkably like me, but her gaze was far more resolute.
"If you’re watching this video, it means I’m no longer here," she said calmly. "I want to expose the crimes of the the Song Family. They added banned substances that harm the nervous system to Song Ming's medication with the intent to control his will."
She detailed the components of the drugs and attached lab reports.
In closing, she said, "I chose to leave because I didn’t want to implicate anyone else. But I believe that one day, someone will seek justice for me."
I paused the video and looked at Song Ming on the hospital bed. He was undergoing detox treatment, looking as frail as a child.
"Did you know you were being drugged?" I asked him.
He shook his head. "I thought it was just treatment for my stomach issues..."
"Then why did you listen to your father so obediently?"
"Because every time I disobeyed, I would feel dizzy and nauseous. He said it was a stomach problem."
Song Ming forced a bitter smile. "Looking back now, it was just withdrawal symptoms from drug dependency."
I was so furious that I wanted to smash something. "Your father is truly a talent!"
At that moment, Aunt Zhou, who had been temporarily released from the police station, brought over a document. "This is Anwen's research notes. She discovered that the the Song Family has been using a modified prescription drug."
I opened the notes, and the dense chemical formulas made my head spin. But one thing was clear: this drug would create dependency and impair judgment.
"So this is how Song Yuanshan controls the entire Song Group?" I asked. "Has he drugged other executives as well?"
Aunt Zhou nodded. "Anwen found that several board members exhibited similar symptoms."
I gasped in shock. This wasn't just a businessman; he was practically a drug lord!
"We can't let this go," I said, opening the notebook. "Aunt Zhou, do you have any other evidence?"
She hesitated for a moment. "I've secretly installed many cameras over the years."
So we worked through the night gathering evidence—videos, photos, lab reports, medical records... The case gradually became clearer: for over twenty years, Song Yuanshan had been drugging executives to control the company, with Song Ming being the most severely affected.
After discovering the truth, Anwen had intended to take Song Ming abroad for treatment. However, she was discovered by Song Yuanshan, who threatened to kill her entire family. To protect her loved ones, Anwen chose to commit suicide and disguised it as depression.
"Enough!" I slammed the notebook shut. "This evidence is enough to bury the Song Group!"
Aunt Zhou looked worried. "What if we alert them?"
I smirked. "We won't. We'll hold a press conference and let all the media report simultaneously. By then, they won't have time to cover it up!"
"But..." Aunt Zhou glanced at Song Ming.
I understood her concern. "Don't worry; we won't give them a chance to target anyone."
In the following two days, we began our preparations. I contacted several major media outlets and arranged for synchronized reporting while ensuring that the police were ready to move in so that Song Yuanshan and his associates couldn't escape.
Everything was set for an explosive revelation at the press conference!
Three days later, I sat at the press conference venue, watching the sea of reporters below me.
"Dear media friends," I began with a smile.
"Today, I am about to expose a shocking scandal: the dark secret of the the Song Family that has been hidden for twenty years."
A wave of gasps rippled through the audience.
"The Chairman of Song Group, Song Yuanshan, has been adding banned substances to medications for a long time in order to control his son's inheritance of the family business."
Before I could finish my sentence, the room erupted in chaos.
"Moreover, he indirectly caused the death of a young doctor."
I played a video evidence recorded by Anwen before her death. "This doctor was none other than Song Ming's former fiancée."
The reporters frantically clicked their cameras.
I glanced at my phone; in an instant, the stock of the the Song Family had plummeted.
"Finally, I want to give special thanks to Aunt Zhou."
I looked at Aunt Zhou sitting in the audience. "If it weren't for her years of undercover work collecting evidence, these truths might never have been revealed."
Aunt Zhou was in tears.
After the press conference, I watched the news of Song Yuanshan being taken away by the police and sent a message to Song Ming:
"Darling, take good care of yourself in the hospital. Once you recover, we will leave this place of turmoil."
With a ping, Aunt Zhou sent me a WeChat message: "Anwen must be very comforted knowing this from beyond."
I looked out at the sunlight and replied, "Sister did not leave in vain; she exchanged her life for the truth."
A month later.
"Former Chairman of Song Group, Song Yuanshan, has been sentenced to fifteen years in prison, and former board members have all been incarcerated."
I turned off the news and packed my bags.
In the hospital room, Song Ming was gathering his discharge items.
The detox treatment had been very successful; he seemed much more relaxed.
"Wife," he hesitated, "I'm sorry for lying to you so much before."
"That's enough," I interrupted him. "We agreed to look forward."
"But..."
"There are no buts," I handed him a plane ticket.
"We're leaving for an island in Australia the day after tomorrow. Didn't you always want to open a coffee shop? I've already found a place."
He was stunned: "You forgive me?"
I rolled my eyes and said, "If you keep dwelling on this issue, I’ll cancel the flight."
"No, no, no!" He quickly hid the ticket. "I’ll listen to you!"
After packing up, we made a trip to the cemetery.
In front of Anwen's grave, there was a bouquet of fresh white roses.
"Aunt Zhou has been here," Song Ming said softly.
I nodded. "She’s getting out in a couple of days. Once she finishes her paperwork, she’ll head to Australia."
"Are you really going to bring her along?"
"Why, do you doubt my cooking skills?" I raised an eyebrow.
Song Ming immediately backed down. "No, no, no! Aunt Zhou is a great cook!"
On the way back, I received a message from Aunt Zhou: "Madam, I found a good traditional Chinese medicine clinic in Australia that’s hiring."
I replied with a smile: "Aunt Zhou, let’s make this clear—no more random prescriptions for my husband!"
"This time it will definitely be proper medicine!" She sent a string of laughing-crying emojis.
Looking out the car window at the sunlight, I suddenly felt that this ending would satisfy Anwen as well. After all, the bad guys had faced justice, the truth was revealed, and the debts owed to her were finally settled.
---
Six months later, on an island in Australia.
"This mocha is no good; redo it!" I shouted at Song Ming from the back kitchen of the café.
He looked pitiful as he started over. "Wife, you’re even stricter than Aunt Zhou."
"Of course," Aunt Zhou poked her head out from the kitchen. "But Madam, your husband has made great progress compared to before."
I interrupted her. "Alright, enough reminiscing; focus on preparing lunch!"
Since coming to Australia, our identities had all changed multiple times. I went from being a wealthy young lady to the café manager; Song Ming transitioned from heir to apprentice; and Aunt Zhou shifted from housekeeper to head chef.
To be honest, this contrast was quite something.
However, life was treating us well. The café was doing brisk business, and Aunt Zhou had established herself at the clinic.
Most importantly, Song Ming had finally learned how to brew coffee himself.
"Wife!" he suddenly called out excitedly. "Look at this heart-shaped latte art!"
I leaned over to take a look and almost burst out laughing. "That’s a heart? It looks more like an eggplant that got run over by a car."
"Oh dear," Aunt Zhou laughed until she couldn't stand up straight, "Sir, you are better off drinking coffee; don't bother trying to make it."
Song Ming, feeling defiant, replied, "I'll give it another try!"
Watching him practice earnestly, I suddenly thought that this kind of life wasn't so bad after all.
The wind chimes at the door jingled, signaling the start of a new day. Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating Song Ming's latte art.
Hmm, this time the heart shape actually looked somewhat like a heart.
"Ding dong!" My phone suddenly chimed with a notification.
I swiped the screen and saw a news alert from back home: [Song Group's bankruptcy liquidation completed; former chairman passed away in prison].
Song Ming leaned over to take a look, his expression somewhat complicated.
I quietly turned off my phone and patted his shoulder. "Go wipe the sign at the door; it's gotten dusty."
He nodded and took a cloth with him as he went outside.
Aunt Zhou sighed, "Madam, you're right. Some things are better left in the past."
I looked at the shop's sign—"New Life"—and smiled. "Yes, it's a new life after all."
At that moment, a little girl bounced in, "Auntie, I want a cup of hot chocolate!"
I recognized her as the daughter of the doctor from the traditional Chinese medicine clinic next door; she often came by for hot chocolate.
"Sure thing!" I called out, "Honey, come practice!"
Song Ming nervously began preparing, and this time his latte art turned out to be a smiley face that actually resembled one.
The little girl took the cup and happily said, "Thank you, Uncle! Next time I want a heart latte!"
Song Ming scratched his head and replied, "Okay, Uncle will practice hard!"
Leaning against the bar counter and watching this scene unfold, I suddenly thought of Anwen. If she were watching from above, she would surely feel pleased with Song Ming's progress. After all, he had finally learned to rely on caffeine instead of those medications to stay alert. Although his skills were still quite rough around the edges.
"Wife!" Song Ming suddenly called out to me, "Look at this!"
I walked over to see him practicing latte art again. This time it looked like a crooked W?
"What is this?"
"Your English name!" he said proudly, "Winter!"
I couldn't help but laugh; this silly guy finally got it.
"Winter," Aunt Zhou suddenly interjected. "Anwen said she loves winter the most."
The shop fell silent.
I looked at Song Ming's latte art and softly said, "So that's why you chose that."
"No," he lifted his head, his gaze firm. "I married you because you are you."
His cheesy line gave me goosebumps.
"Ahem," Aunt Zhou pretended to check her phone. "I'll go to the kitchen and prepare some dishes."
"Wait," I called after her. "Tonight, I'm treating you all to dinner."
She paused for a moment. "Are we having guests today?"
"Today is Anwen's birthday," I smiled. "I'm treating you all, and you can tell us her stories."
Aunt Zhou's eyes turned red.
"Alright, alright," I quickly changed the subject. "First, drink this cup of coffee." I picked up Song Ming's 'masterpiece.'
"Don't!" He tried to snatch it away. "I want to practice more."
I took a sip and said, "It's pretty good, better than eggplant."
He sighed in relief. "Really?"
I nodded. "Yeah, this time it looks like a potato that got run over by a car."
"......"
Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the remnants of the latte art at the bottom of the cup.
The crooked W resembled our lives perfectly.
But that's alright; a new story has just begun.
After all, this is a new life.
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