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translator: Eve
editor: xiin

On the way back, Song Xuanhe thought about what Xiao Shenglin had said.

If Xiao Shenglin’s death had something to do with his adoption by the Xiao couple when he was young, then why didn’t they get rid of Xiao Shenglin back then? So much time had already passed. Why wait until now?

Besides, it was common for siblings to target each other, or for a son to cause his father’s death even in moderately rich families. Even if news were to get out that this had happened in the Xiao Family, nothing would happen. No one would think or do anything just because of something like this. After all, the more people there were, the more disputes there would be. Even the most upright families had their secrets. As long as the Xiao Family didn’t fall, no one would hold it against them even if Xiao Shenglin had died because of this.

So, why had the Xiao Family waited so long to deal with Xiao Shenglin?

Was it because something had changed, or because of a certain person?

Song Xuanhe suddenly thought of Xiao Yuanmu.

It would make sense if they wanted to kill Xiao Shenglin to cover up the fact that they had tried to use him as a substitute for Xiao Yuanmu.

That would also explain why they waited so long to deal with him. It was just that Song Xuanhe still felt like something was off.

“Ershao, we’ve arrived.”

Zhang Chao stopped the car and opened the door for Song Xuanhe. He observed the other’s gaze. He felt relieved upon seeing that although Song Xuanhe was bathed in the scent of alcohol, he seemed quite sober.

Song Xuanhe snapped out of his thoughts and got out of his car. When he noticed that Zhang Chao was still following him even when he reached the elevator, he paused and turned around. “You can go home. I can head up myself.”

“I’ll leave after brewing you some hangover tea.” Zhang Chao said, “Otherwise, you’ll have a terrible headache tomorrow morning.”

Song Xuanhe wanted to say that he doesn’t get headaches. But soon after, he remembered that this wasn’t his original body. After a moment of silence, he entered the elevator.

Back in his apartment, Song Xuanhe made a beeline for his sofa. He laid down on it, hugging a pillow to his chest.

Although he had drank a lot just now, because he had taken note of the alcohol content of each drink and hadn’t mixed drinks, he felt fairly sober. Nevertheless, he still felt some after effects. He was terribly sleepy and had no energy left.

Zhang Chao headed to the kitchen as soon as he walked through the doors. After brewing the hangover tea, he brought it over only to discover that Song Xuanhe was already asleep on the couch.

He placed the tea down and went to grab a blanket to cover Song Xuanhe with. As he was doing so, he heard Song Xuanhe’s phone ring.

Song Xuanhe was startled awake. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Zhang Chao standing beside him with a blanket in hand. He rubbed his eyes, took a sip of the tea on the table and said, “You can go home.”

“Alright. You should head to bed.” Zhang Chao nodded. He bent down to place the blanket on the other sofa. While straightening up, he seemed to recall something. A complicated light flashed through his eyes. “Ershao, can I ask you a question?”

Song Xuanhe was reaching for his phone at the moment. “What?”

“Do you…really not want to inherit the Song Family?”