Unexpectedly, before he could make a move, Sikong Xingchen reappeared.

He hates it so much!

Why did Sikong Xingchen have to come back so promptly? Why couldn't he have waited until he had taken down Song Qingqing before appearing?

Is his luck really that bad?

The unlucky guy was very unwilling to accept it. He also liked Song Qingqing and wanted to be with her.

But fate just wouldn't help him.

After a long while, the unlucky guy seemed to remember something, turned around and went into the store, out of sight, out of mind.

fart!

It's all a fucking lie. They say you can't feel better just because you can't see it? You're actually feeling worse.

Just then, Song Qingqing's voice came from behind, "Xiaoyi, I won't be sleeping in the staff dormitory tonight. I'll leave the store's affairs to you."

Upon hearing this, the unlucky fellow quickly turned around and stepped forward to inquire, "Where do you want to go tonight?"

Song gently pointed to Sikong Xingchen outside and said sweetly, "I'm going to his house."

"You guys are all better again?" the unlucky guy asked with difficulty, his back teeth bared.

"What happened last time was a misunderstanding, and now we've cleared it up," Song Qingqing said, a little embarrassed.

"Are you sure it's just a misunderstanding?" The unlucky guy saw how sad Song Qingqing was and he didn't want her to get hurt again.

"Yes, it was a misunderstanding. It's resolved now. I'll leave the rest to you."

After finishing her sentence, Song turned around and happily got into Sikong Xingchen's car.

The unlucky guy was still worried, so he told the shop assistant and followed them all the way on his bicycle.

Song Qingqing didn't notice, but Sikong Xingchen did.

However, he did not tell Song Qingqing.

The two arrived at a unique, retro-style courtyard house, where Song Qingqing was seated next to Sikong Xingchen.

However, since it was still early, the two lay down together in the courtyard, looking at the stars in the sky, neither of them saying a word.

They just lay there, embracing each other.

Their faces were filled with happiness.

After an unknown amount of time, Song Qingqing suddenly said, "Stars, are the stars in the sky still the stars I know?"

"If a star isn't a star, then what is it?"

Sikong Xingchen hugged her even tighter, then looked at Song Qingqing's neck and noticed that there was no scarf there.

Reaching out to touch the other person's neck, the pattern on it suddenly flashed.

The pattern's brightness was quite noticeable this time, and even Song Qingqing herself noticed something.

She got up, covered her neck, and ran into the bathroom mirror.

Then, Song Qingqing saw that there really was a pattern flashing on her neck.

The pale-faced scholar wasn't lying; she really did have something on her neck.

What the hell is this thing?

Song gently turned on the tap, and after rinsing for a while, the pattern suddenly disappeared.

"......"

Where did it go again?

Song looked around, but the pattern didn't reappear.

Is this some kind of ghost?

What does this pattern actually represent?

Song Qingqing was filled with questions, but had nowhere to confide in until Sikong Xingchen suddenly appeared. Only then did she realize that he must have known all along.

"Star, have you seen this before?"

Song Qingqing's expression was very complicated, it was hard to tell whether she was happy or sad.

Sikong Xingchen nodded, reached out, and pulled her into his arms, resting his chin on the top of Song Qingqing's head. He said, word by word, "Yes, that's why I always make you carry a silk scarf. That silk scarf can cover you up a bit when that thing appears."

boom!

"What does this pattern represent? Stars?" Song Qingqing eagerly tilted her head up, looking on with anticipation.

Unfortunately, Sikong Xingchen simply shook his head, "I'm still investigating for you."

He wasn't lying; he was indeed helping her investigate.

"Don't you know what this means, so why are you making me hide it?"

A very insightful question.

But Sikong Xingchen remained calm and said, "I just have a feeling that this pattern might bring you misfortune, just in case."

This explanation was reasonable, and Song Qingqing had no choice but to accept it.

That concludes the discussion.

The next day arrived in the blink of an eye. Song Qingqing arrived at the store early that day, and the unlucky guy was in charge of purchasing the goods.

On the way, he saw Sikong Xingchen's car parked in front of an orphanage. Out of jealousy, he had the vegetables delivered back to the restaurant.

He stayed behind to see how things went.

Looking inside, I saw Sikong Xingchen playing with a group of children.

Although he still exuded a powerful aura, the children didn't seem afraid of him.

At this moment, everyone gathered around him, clapping and laughing.

Not long after, Sikong Xingchen led the group of children into the room.

Because it was too far away, the unlucky guy couldn't see clearly; he could only vaguely make the children take off their clothes.

Seeing this, the unlucky guy was furious and wanted to go inside, only to find that there were several bodyguards inside.

The outstretched leg was immediately pulled back.

Does a loser not know his own limitations?

However, he never expected that Sikong Xingchen would be this kind of person.

No, he absolutely couldn't let Song Qingqing be deceived by Sikong Xingchen's appearance.

Having made up his mind, the unlucky fellow stormed back to the store.

"Here are the eggplants, one by one."

"Bring out some bags and hang them up."

Upon returning to the store, the unlucky guy saw Song Qingqing assigning tasks to her employees and suddenly didn't want to hurt her anymore.

However, the thought of what he had just seen made him furious.

After much deliberation and struggle, the unlucky guy finally decided to tell Song Qingqing about it.

He pulled the man aside, and the unlucky fellow finally spoke up furtively, "I saw Sikong Xingchen enter an orphanage on the street just now."

"Did he go to the orphanage? Is that so strange?" Song Qingqing was puzzled and didn't understand what he meant.

well!

As expected, Song Qingqing was still too naive and was deceived by Sikong Xingchen like this.

"I was curious, so I followed them to take a look, and guess what I saw?"

"What did you see?"

Song Qingqing was very cooperative; she answered whatever he wanted to hear.

“I saw him make those orphans take off their clothes in front of him. Do you understand?”

The unlucky fellow was too ashamed to speak, but in order to make Song Qingqing more aware of what kind of person Sikong Xingchen was, he still spoke up.

"What?" Song Qingqing was dumbfounded. She had never heard of anything bad or good about Sikong Xingchen in either of her two lifetimes.

How could I possibly have thoughts about a child? That's absolutely impossible.

“You must have seen wrong. Xingchen would never do such a thing.” Song Qingqing stood firmly on Sikong Xingchen’s side.

But the unlucky guy got anxious and insisted that he really saw it. "Qingqing, I'm not lying to you. If you don't believe me, you can come with me and see for yourself. I really am not lying."

As he spoke, the unlucky fellow tried to pull Song away gently.

But Song Qingqing pushed his hand away and said seriously, "Xiaoyi, you must have seen wrong. Xingchen would never do such a thing."

"Just trust me this once, okay?" the unlucky guy pleaded.