Chapter 87: Really Not a Thing
He spoke, his voice a little deeper than usual, ringing above her head, with a slight vibration in his chest, and directly transmitted to the top of her heart.
"Nothing…nothing."
Song Yunqing felt inexplicably guilty, as if he had been caught daydreaming in class by the teacher.
"Focus."
Xiao Jinchuan ordered, but the hand around her waist rubbed it lightly and suggestively. The rough fingertips slid across the fabric, causing a slight shudder that instantly ran up her spine from the lower back.
Xiao Jinchuan's guidance became a little more firm. It was no longer the accommodating and slightly clumsy following as before, but became an absolute leader.
He spun with firm steps, just in time to use his body to block her view of the distance, forcing him to be the only one left in her world.
Song Yunqing's cheeks began to feel hot involuntarily.
She could even clearly feel the strength of his arms, the warmth of his chest, and the slight rise and fall of his breathing.
The noisy music and the laughter of the crowd seemed to fade away, leaving only the suddenly rising body temperature and the ambiguous atmosphere between them.
Song Yunqing threw all those inexplicable thoughts out of his mind, followed his rhythm obediently, and relaxed his body.
Xiao Jinchuan felt her softness and obedience, and his tense jawline seemed to soften a little.
After the song ended, everyone's excitement eased a little.
This was also Song Yunqing's first time participating in such an event, and he had a smile on his face that seemed to indicate he was still unsatisfied.
"From afar, I see that you and Deputy Captain Xiao are a perfect match."
Ge Jinglan walked up to her.
"You and Lao Chen are not bad either!"
Song Yunqing gave her an ambiguous smile, and Ge Jinglan blushed.
"I'm still not used to this kind of occasion, it's so noisy. Should we go over there and take a look?"
Song Yunqing also felt that it was a bit noisy when he heard the louder music starting to play on the speakers.
She always spoke louder when talking to Ge Jinglan.
"Let's go, let's go, I've already warmed up from dancing."
The two of them walked hand in hand to a quiet place in the square in front, chatting casually.
"I don't think I saw Qian Xiufen tonight. She didn't even show up for such a great opportunity."
Song Yunqing looked at her: "Do you also think she is pretending to have amnesia?"
"also?"
The two smiled at each other, and suddenly heard a noise behind them.
The two men kept silent tacitly and followed the sound quietly to the shadow of a bush on the side of the road.
I saw a small figure squatting there, holding tightly in his hand half a piece of dessert from the banquet, and eating it voraciously.
His thin shoulders trembled slightly from hunger and tension.
It was obvious that the child was very hungry and sneaked out to find food.
Song Yunqing secretly cursed Qian Xiufen in his heart. She lived a glamorous life, but she didn't care about her child who was so hungry!
“How pitiful…”
Ge Jinglan said in a whisper.
"Her father felt embarrassed and didn't come. Her mother had to reform during the day. The child must have not eaten all day."
Just when the two of them were considering whether to take Xiaohua in to have a good meal.
Suddenly, a low but extremely sharp and piercing female voice sounded, carrying with it uncontrollable anger.
"You filthy girl! You're a despicable creature, a reincarnation of a starving ghost! You're stealing food again! You're so shameless! You're embarrassing!"
A figure suddenly rushed out from the side. It was the protagonist they were discussing just now, Qian Xiufen!
Qian Xiufen's face, which had been trying hard to remain calm and even a little confused in front of others, was now filled with naked harshness and shame.
There was also a long-accumulated resentment.
It was as if the person in front of him was not his own child, but a hateful stranger.
Without saying a word, she pinched Xiaohua's arm hard and twisted the child's ear hard.
"Mom, mom, I don't dare anymore. I don't want to eat anymore."
Xiaohua curled up in pain, and the snack in her hand fell to the ground. The sobs were stuck in her throat, and only fearful gasps remained.
But Qian Xiufen showed no mercy at all, her psychology had long been distorted.
"Who told you to come out? Who allowed you to embarrass me here? Eat, eat, eat! Just like your dead father, you're both worthless pigs! How could I have given birth to such a money-loser like you!"
"Do you want everyone to know that I didn't give you food? Don't you think it's shameful enough to despise your mother? Do you want them to scold her? You black-hearted person!"
Qian Xiufen became more and more excited as she cursed, and she didn't act like someone with amnesia at all.
The mask of calmness he had put on during this period was torn to shreds, leaving only a hideous face.
Her language is precise and full of resentment, filled with familiarity and hatred for specific people and events in the past.
"You have no shame at all! How many times have I told you that you are spineless and dare to steal food? What did I tell you last time when you secretly took someone's hairpin? If I catch you again, I will beat you to death! You only know how to cause trouble for me! Do you really think I..."
Qian Xiufen's words were like a flood that had been released. Perhaps she had been suppressed to the extreme during this period of time. With Xiaohua as a breakthrough, she poured all her pain onto the child.
Hearing the word "hairpin", Song Yunqing and Ge Jinglan, who were hiding in the dark, instantly exchanged looks of shock and understanding.
Song Yunqing subconsciously covered his mouth with his hands to prevent himself from making any sound, but he could not hide the understanding and sharp light in his eyes that confirmed his guess.
Ge Jinglan also widened her eyes and held her breath.
It was just a guess before, but now it is finally confirmed.
How is this amnesia?
Qian Xiufen remembered the details of the past so clearly, the scolding was so unforgettable, and she even knew her child’s “criminal record” like the back of her hand!
The so-called "amnesia" is clearly a clumsy performance to evade scrutiny or gain sympathy!
Qian Xiufen was still scolding Xiaohua angrily. Xiaohua didn't even dare to cry out loud, and sobbed with her hands covering her mouth.
"What a piece of shit."
Seeing Qian Xiufen grabbing Xiaohua's ear and taking her away, Song Yunqing clenched his fists.
"Xiaohua is so unlucky to have such a mother."
Ge Jinglan: "Tell me, does Sun Jianguo know that she is pretending?"
"It's hard to say. Husband and wife spend every day together and know each other best. I don't believe he didn't notice anything."
It's just pretending not to know.
Sun Jian's home.
The room was filled with the strong smell of cheap liquor, which was pungent and dull.
Sun Jianguo leaned dejectedly at home, drinking wine, holding a half-empty bottle in his hand, staring at the ceiling with empty eyes.
The gossip of those people in the cafeteria during the day was like a knife stabbing his heart late at night.
There was a noise outside. Before Qian Xiufen came in, Xiaohua's crying voice came in first.
"Woo... woo... woo... Mom, I don't dare anymore, please forgive me..."
A burst of heart-wrenching yet suppressed sobs, accompanied by stumbling footsteps, pierced the silence of the hut.
The door was opened roughly with a bang.
Qian Xiufen's face was no longer showing the slightly pitiful look she had during the day, and she pushed Xiaohua onto the bed.
"Cry, cry, cry, all you do is cry, you're just like your scoundrel dad. How many times have I told you not to embarrass me in public, and yet you go to the dance like a starving ghost and steal food? Are you stepping on my face?"
Every vicious curse hit Sun Jianguo like a whip.
He felt depressed when he saw Xiaohua curled up in fear.
Isn't Qian Xiufen talking to herself?
He just uses Xiaohua to vent his dissatisfaction with himself.
What he really hates is himself.
"That's enough. How can you talk to a child like that? You didn't even see how scared she was."
During this period, he was only concerned about his own discomfort, closing his heart and not listening to the gossip from the outside world.
But he forgot that he had a daughter.
The guilt of his father's dereliction of duty and the influence of alcohol overwhelmed his heart.
"What are you yelling at me for?!"
Qian Xiufen puffed out her chest and said, "You got mad outside, but instead of going to them, you came home and took it out on me, right?"
"I won't, I won't stop, I'm going to say it, what can you do to me?"
Sun Jianguo let out a hoarse growl, not loud, but it drowned out Qian Xiufen's sharp curses.
Qian Xiufen was stunned by his sudden change, as if she had never expected that someone who had always been honest and easy to talk to would become like this.
She was stunned for a moment, and then her face was covered with humiliation and tyrannical anger as if she had been exposed. She screamed, "Sun Jianguo, why are you yelling? You are so rebellious. I can't discipline this damn girl when she does something wrong. Look at what she has become now. It's all because of you, as a father..."
"You discipline her? Using her to vent your shameful anger is what you call discipline?"
Sun Jianguo took a step forward, his body swaying slightly from the alcohol, but he pushed Qian Xiufen aside with extraordinary determination and stood in front of Xiaohua.
He lowered his head and saw fresh purple pinch marks on Xiaohua's arm.
He suddenly looked up and looked straight into Qian Xiufen's eyes.
The alcohol and the overwhelming anger completely burned through his last bit of patience.
"Qian Xiufen, I've been married to you for so many years, and I think I've done everything I could for you. The reason Xiaohua is like this is because she has a mother like you. Don't think I don't know that you haven't lost your memory at all!"
"Who are you pretending to be amnesiac day after day? You act perfectly fine during the day, but come home at night and take it out on the kids. Aren't you very capable? Why are you forced to pretend to have amnesia just to get by?"
"You remember even the smallest little thing, the smallest little word, so clearly. Why are you pretending?"
“Boom!”
These words were like a bolt of lightning exploding over Qian Xiufen's head, and the harshness and anger on her face froze instantly.
With the panic after being exposed.
She was speechless for a moment, and her face lost all color, leaving only an unnatural grayish-white.
Xiaohua covered her mouth, trying not to cry too loudly.
She was only a child and had never seen her parents quarrel so fiercely.
After a brief period of silence, there was a more violent counterattack.
Qian Xiufen was like a cat whose tail was stepped on, her voice distorted with anger.
So sharp it could pierce an eardrum:
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