Song Qingyu was caught off guard when she saw Zhang Lan at her doorstep.

"Qingyu..." Zhang Lan took three or two steps over. When he got closer, his eyes were filled with guilt. "I'm sorry, I... didn't want to end up like this today."

Song Qingyu said in a calm tone: "Can you put away your expression?"

Zhang Lan looked up at Song Qingyu in surprise.

But she found that, at some point, the little man who was only as tall as her thigh was now able to look at her at eye level, or even look down at her.

Ignoring Zhang Lan's scrutiny, Song Qingyu said mercilessly, "From childhood to adulthood, you've always had this look on your face, filled with deep resentment and bitterness. It seems as if my dad forced you to marry him. But the truth is, when my dad went to your house to propose marriage, you nodded in agreement.

Also, when you are in front of me, you always pretend to speak for me, but in fact, you always consider Xu Jiaojiao.

You said you didn't want to be like this, but did someone point a gun at you and force you to sue me in court?

Zhang Lan's disguise was pierced, revealing his pale face.

"So don't act like that, it just makes me feel sick." Song Qingyu said, turned around and was about to enter the community.

Zhang Lan didn't care about pretending anymore. She quickly grabbed Song Qingyu and said, "Qingyu, listen to me. I know you hate me in your heart, but no matter what, there is something I must explain to you clearly."

Song Qingyu frowned: "Ms. Zhang, please let go."

"Listen to me, Jiaojiao told me what happened in the bathroom that day. You are not the murderer, so you must not feel guilty.

When your father came back, it was his own decision, and it had nothing to do with your birthday."

Song Qingyu's body stiffened.

The memories flying through my mind slowly came together like pieces of a puzzle.

Her throat seemed to be blocked, and it took her a long time to utter a sound: "What did you say?"

"Your father's accident really wasn't because of you, so don't take it to heart!"

Song Qingyu's eyes seemed to be scalded. She blinked desperately several times, but the burning sensation became more obvious.

“Whisper… Whisper…”

Song Qingyu slowly turned her head and looked at Zhang Lan in front of her, feeling only irony.

"roll."

Zhang Lan looked at Song Qingyu with tears in her eyes, distressed: "Qingyu..."

Seeing her hypocritical look, Song Qingyu felt even more disgusted. She pressed her chest and said coldly, "Get out!"

"Okay, I'm leaving right away. Don't be angry, and don't blame yourself. I'm leaving right away!"

With that, Zhang Lan hurried away. As she walked, she looked back worriedly. Seeing that Song Qingyu could hardly stand and was about to fall, she put away the worry in her eyes.

There was only coldness in his eyes.

Song Qingyu stood where she was.

The whistling wind blew in her face.

But she didn't feel anything at all.

A chaotic fog rose in my mind.

The wind seemed to pour into the brain, gradually blowing away the fog and revealing its original appearance.

She had just started elementary school when her father had a car accident.

In previous years, no matter how busy he was, Dad would come back to celebrate her birthday with her.

After Song's father started his business, he became even busier.

He was so busy that Song Qingyu could only see him during holidays.

So, what she looked forward to most when she was a child was the holidays.

But that year, my father suddenly called and said that he might not be able to make it back and asked if we could change the date to celebrate.

At that time, she hadn't seen her father for more than half a year.

Of course she refused and cried and shouted, insisting that he come back.

Later, somehow, my father agreed.

After that, she didn't remember anything that happened. She only remembered that the next time she saw her father was in the hospital ward.

In the ward, everything was white.

The dad with the gauze wrapped around his neck is white.

The ceiling is white.

The sheets are also white

It was so white that it made her feel uneasy.

Later, her tall and handsome father turned into a small box and was held in her palm.

Song Qingyu's heart seemed to be grasped by a pair of big hands.

It was almost impossible to breathe.

…

hotel.

In the presidential suite.

Lu Yanzhi looked at the man on the phone screen with a serious look.

"She didn't say anything, just blocked you?"

"Yeah," the man with a very ordinary face smiled cautiously, "After I sent the two pictures you sent me to Whisper, she blocked me."

Lu Yanzhi narrowed his eyes and the corner of his mouth twitched almost imperceptibly.

Then, he raised his eyes, and his cold gaze fell on the man's face: "I know, Chen Zhou will give you the money later."

"This little thing..."

Lu Yanzhi hung up the phone without waiting for the other party to finish speaking.

The screen went out and his face became extremely gloomy.

Song Qingyu really... doesn't care anymore?

He got up impatiently and just as he opened the door, he saw Lin Qinxue holding a plate of strawberries.

"Brother Yanzhi, are you going out?" Lin Qinxue frowned.

"Yeah." Lu Yanzhi responded coldly and left with big strides.

Lin Qinxue looked at Lu Yanzhi's departing back, her eyes darkening.

Although Lu Yanzhi promised to marry her, but...

Song Qingyu has always been a nuisance.

After Lu Yanzhi left the hotel, he went straight to Song Qingyu's house.

However, he rang the doorbell several times, but no one opened the door.

Instead, it was the neighbor next door who opened the door.

After looking at Lu Yan curiously, he said, "Sir, are you here to see Miss Song?"

"Well," Lu Yanzhi said with a cold face. Seeing that the man was a little scared, he tried to raise the corners of his lips, but saw that the man's eyes became more panicked. So he simply continued with a cold face and asked, "Where is she?"

"I haven't seen Miss Song for several days, since that day..." The neighbor didn't dare to look into Lu Yanzhi's eyes, and could only look at the ceiling and recall, "It seemed like three days ago. I haven't left the house since then. Oh, by the way, she was in a very bad state that day... She didn't respond when I spoke to her."

Lu Yanzhi frowned.

After a moment, he picked up the fire axe without any hesitation and walked towards the door.

The muscles in his arms tensed, he raised his hand, swung the axe, and smashed it hard on the door panel.

The door shook violently several times, gradually became twisted, and finally a crack appeared.

Lu Yanzhi pushed hard and finally opened the door.

The neighbor opposite came back to her senses from her shock. She walked to the door, secretly glanced at the deformed door, and then looked into the room.

The room was silent, without a sound at all.

"Miss Song...could it be that she's not at home?"

Lu Yanzhi ignored her and stepped into the room. His eyes swept over the decorations in the room, and a familiar and warm feeling instantly came over him.

There isn't much to this house.

There is only one bedroom and one living room.

Lu Yanzhi quickly arrived at the bedroom door.

When he opened the door, his expression suddenly changed.