Chapter 42: We are reconciled and will still be number one in the world...

"Yes," Shang Que said, "I called you once."

At the time, she and her mother had just left the country, and her wallet, along with her passport and credit cards, was stolen at the airport. Reporting the loss to the police, getting replacement documents, and more—every day was busy from the moment she landed. It wasn't until three months later that she finally settled into her new home.

Shang Que's mother accompanied her on the first call. While waiting for the line to connect, Shang Que thought about many things she would say later. She wanted to tell Ji Jingchuan about the family seagulls she had met by the river, describe to him how beautiful and cozy their new rental house was, and tell him that she missed him very much.

However, as Shang Que waited anxiously, the person who answered the phone was not Ji Jingchuan, but a strange woman. She asked, "Who are you looking for?"

Shang Que was a little confused for a moment, but her mother nodded at her encouragingly, and she said politely: "Hello, I'm looking for Ji Jingchuan.

I am his sister, my name is Shang Que."

There was a sudden silence over there. After a long time without a response, Shang Que asked, confused, "Hello, did I call the wrong number?"

"No, this is the Ji family. But Xiaochuan already has a new family, please don't bother us anymore."

After saying this, Ji Jingchuan's joyful voice came from the other end of the phone: "Sister! Mom!"

"Ogawa is back." The woman's tone suddenly became gentle, and then she hung up the phone.

The beeping sound from the landline hit Shang Que on the head like a heavy hammer, leaving her stunned for a moment.

After only three months away, they had already formed a new family and the younger brother had a new mother and sister.

Shang Que looked at her mother helplessly, only to find that she was also a little surprised. However, she quickly pulled the corners of her mouth together and forced a smile to comfort her: "It's okay, Que Que, Xiaochuan is your brother. Even if Dad remarried, you and him are still relatives. You can call him. It's not a bother."

Although Shang Que was young at the time, she understood many things. She knew that when her mother decided to divorce and move abroad, she had given up many conditions to win her over.

Dad and brother have started new lives, and Mom only has her now. If she continues to think about them back home, it will undoubtedly cause the greatest harm to Mom.

So Shang Que clenched the phone in his hand, pursed his lips and shook his head: "Mom is my relative, I will always stand on her side."

"I miss you very much, but I think since you have started a new life, I have to look forward to it too." Shang Que said this calmly.

Ji Jingchuan felt a dull pain in his heart, and frowned as he said, "When did I start a new life? How come I didn't know? Dad hasn't remarried in all these years."

Shang Que was stunned for a moment: "But I clearly heard——"

I heard him call others mom and sister.

Shang Que still feels sad when she thinks of that scene. She doesn't blame Ji Jingchuan, he was too young when they separated.

But many times later, when Shang Que wanted to call him to share his joy or sadness, he would think of the voice he heard on the phone that day, his extremely excited voice calling someone "sister".

Ji Jingchuan was still wondering what went wrong when a memory suddenly flashed through his mind: "You mean that phone call was made more than three months after you left the country?"

"Yes." Shang Que remembered it clearly, "Exactly one hundred days."

"I think I know." Ji Jingchuan's chest heaved, and he seemed a little angry. "It's all the fault of that stinky old man!"

At the time of the divorce, Ji's father was only 35 years old, rich and handsome, and was still a popular marriage candidate in the circle.

Ji Jingchuan only remembered that during that period, a strange woman often came in and out of his house. His grandparents and that aunt's parents seemed to be old friends. The group always ate together and talked about topics that he didn't understand.

What childhood sweethearts, fate comes late.

Many servants in the house also joked: "It seems that the young master will soon have a new mother and a new sister."

Ji Jingchuan was disgusted by this statement. He already had his own mother and sister, so he didn't need anything new. He hated this strange aunt and the child she brought with her.

His sister is Shang Que, not that arrogant girl.

But the adults seemed very satisfied with the marriage, and because they were afraid that he would cause trouble, his grandparents specially brought him back to their home.

Ji Jingchuan was extremely angry. After cracking his grandfather's walnuts, locking his dentures in the safe, and throwing the key into the lake, he took all the remote controls in the house and ran out while the servants were not paying attention.

When he rushed back in a rage, Ji's father was not at home. Aunt Zhang was startled, but then she smiled: "Why did Xiaochuan run home? It's a coincidence that my mother and sister are here too."

Aunt Zhang has watched him and Shang Que grow up since they were young. In Ji Jingchuan's opinion, she is the person least likely to betray him.

So when Ji Jingchuan heard this, he subconsciously thought it was his mother and Shang Que who had returned. He stood there for a few seconds, holding a backpack full of remote controls. His eyes lit up, and he hurried inside, shouting excitedly, "Sister! Mom!"

But when he ran into the living room, the people he saw were not the two people he had been thinking about day and night.

"Later, Aunt Zhang was fired, and that woman never came home again. I don't know if that has anything to do with this incident."

Everything seemed to make sense, but the two of them fell silent at the same time.

Ji Jingchuan spoke first and asked, "So this is why you didn't call me?"

"I--" Shang Que opened her lips and suddenly felt so ridiculous that she wanted to laugh, but she pulled the corners of her lips but couldn't make a suitable expression.

How could she admit it? How could she accept it? All the time she had missed all these years was because of a misunderstanding that could have been avoided. If she had asked for more information, been more soft-hearted, or not been so stubborn later, could all this have been avoided?

"I'm sorry, it's all—"

"It's all the fault of that stinky old man." Ji Jingchuan said viciously, "It's all his fault. I'm going to sever our father-son relationship when I get back."

His feigned fierce tone made Shang Que burst out laughing. After blinking back her tears, she asked, "So you've been targeting me these past two years because you're angry that I didn't call you?"

"No." Ji Jingchuan shook his head and denied: "It's because you can't recognize me."

"When did I not recognize you?"

"The day you return home."

On the day Shang Que returned to China, Ji Jingchuan got the news and secretly went to the airport to pick him up, fully armed. In the dense crowd, he immediately recognized Shang Que, who was also wearing a mask, sunglasses, and a baseball cap pulled down tightly.

He suppressed his inner excitement, quickly followed her, patted her shoulder from behind, and said with an obvious tremor in his voice: "Shang Que, I am——"

Before he could finish his words, Shang Que distanced himself warily, his attitude frighteningly cold: "You've got the wrong person, I'm not Shang Que."

Ji Jingchuan was stunned for a moment: "I am——"

"He's wrapped up so tightly, could he be some big star?" Shang Que suddenly raised his voice, "Ladies who are waiting for him at the airport, come here quickly, he's here!"

It happened that several celebrities had announced their schedules that day, and there were several fans at the airport holding cheering signs. When they heard this, many of them believed it to be true and ran over here.

Ji Jingchuan opened his eyes wide in shock. When he realized what was happening, Shang Que had disappeared. He had spent a lot of effort to escape from the pursuit that day.

The styling he had specially done to meet Shang Que, the haute couture he wore, the limited edition sunglasses and earrings he wore, were all messed up.

Shang Que didn't recognize him. In fact, Ji Jingchuan was more afraid than angry.

He was afraid that Shang Que had forgotten him, disowned him, and treated him as a stranger who was dispensable. That was why he had been acting like a demon for the past two years, hoping to attract Shang Que's attention.

Hate him or dislike him, just don't deny him.

"That day..." Shang Que remembered, "I thought you were a stalker."

Shang Que is also quite famous abroad. On the eve of her return to China, some crazy fans who could not accept it broke into the community where she lived and hysterically asked her to stay.

Her itinerary had long been sold by domestic scalpers, so to avoid the stalkers, Shang Que changed her flight and landed an hour earlier. Unexpectedly, as she exited the airport, someone called out her name.

He was wrapped up tightly, with only his eyes showing, and the excitement in them was obvious.

Shang Que subconsciously thought that he was a stalker who had bought the exact itinerary, and suddenly he had an idea and planned to have him be chased like a celebrity, while he took advantage of the chaos to escape.

But to be honest, she really didn't recognize him.

Shang Que touched the bridge of his nose: "I——"

Just as he was about to speak, Ji Jingchuan frowned and said, "Saboteur? Are you okay?"

Shang Que was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that he would focus on this point. He shook his head and said, "No, they pretended to be relatives and friends visiting, but they were quickly discovered and kicked out by security. They just shouted downstairs and couldn't find which building my house was."

Ji Jingchuan had encountered many such people after becoming famous. Chasing and following him in cars was common, and even crazier was knocking on his hotel room door in the middle of the night. Therefore, after hearing Shang Que's explanation, his last bit of unhappiness disappeared, and turned into worry and heartache.

"In that case, let's each take one at a time to even things out." Ji Jingchuan suddenly extended his pinky finger and tilted his head to look at her: "Shang Que, let's make peace."

His actions suddenly reminded Shang Que of their childhood. It was not that they never quarreled. Ji Jingchuan had a strong possessiveness since he was a child. Once, the younger brother next door went abroad, and Shang Que made a handmade doll that was the same as Ji Jingchuan's birthday present for him. However, before he gave it to him, Ji Jingchuan "accidentally" broke it.

He claimed that he did not mean it, and after being exposed, he still said with confidence that he was not wrong.

Shang Que was also very angry and didn't want to talk to him.

That time, the two of them were in a cold war for a long time, for three days. Finally, under the mediation of his parents, Ji Jingchuan came to her awkwardly to reconcile.

"I apologized to you, you can't ignore me." He held up his little finger and said with a pout, "Let's make peace. From now on, we'll still be the best in the world."

Just like now. Shang Que looked at it and stretched out his hand to hook

He raised his little finger, then bumped fists: "Well, let's make peace. From now on, we will still be the best in the world."

The sea breeze stopped, and the sound of waves hitting the rocks was not as violent as before. The moonlight shone gently into my eyes, like a dream, and it all seemed so unreal.

But at this moment, the pinky fingers that were linked together, the clearly audible heartbeat, the slightly blocked Adam's apple, and the eyes that were so sore that they wanted to cry, all told Ji Jingchuan clearly that this was not a dream.

This is no longer a dream.