Song Ci still had an indifferent and disdainful expression. She told Mu Qiu calmly: "Because I have a strong life and can't die. Isn't it infuriating?" Even though she was later tricked by Mu Qiu and Mu Mian and died unjustly, she was reborn.
She has a tough life and is destined to be infamous for eternity.
Mu Qiu wiped her tears. She opened another bottle of wine and drank most of it before she collapsed on the table, looking drunk.
Song Ci took the empty bottle from her hand and said to her, "You are drunk, Mu Qiu. I will call my mother and ask them to pick you up."
Song Ci stood up to get her phone, but before she got far, she heard Mu Qiu murmur softly, "I really want you to die, but when you said you wanted to give me your heart, I was actually moved and reluctant to let you go..."
Song Ci paused. She slowly turned around and looked at the girl holding the bottle, her cheeks flushed. "Mu Qiu, you're drunk."
Mu Qiu didn't say anything and closed his eyes, probably falling asleep.
Song Ci called Du Tingting and learned that Mu Qiu was drunk at her place. Du Tingting said awkwardly, "Song Song, your father is on a business trip, and I'm alone at home. The driver has already finished get off work. Let your sister stay at your place tonight, okay?"
Song Ci glanced at the sleeping Mu Qiu and could only agree.
There was only one bed in the house, and Song Ci couldn't possibly let Mu Qiu sleep in her and Han Zhan's wedding room. She moved Mu Qiu to the sofa and found a thin towel to cover her. During the process, Mu Qiu woke up once, opened her eyes and stared at Song Ci, looked at her, and then closed her eyes and fell asleep again.
Song Ci returned to her room only after Mu Qiu fell asleep.
At first, Song Ci couldn't fall asleep. She stayed awake until after midnight before she felt a little sleepy. After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her chest. Song Ci was awakened by the pain. She opened her eyes and saw a shocking scene -
A knife was stuck in her chest, its silver blade stained with crimson blood. The hands holding the knife were as slender as jade, and the wrists were also delicate and beautiful. The owner of those hands looked frail and thin, but at this moment, her face revealed a fierce and cold expression.
"Sister." Mu Qiu glanced at Song Ci who had woken up, a little confused, "Why did you wake up? I clearly put enough drugs in your beer, you shouldn't have woken up." As she spoke, she turned the knife in her hand.
The flesh and blood were stirred, and the pain of tearing was indescribable. Song Ci was sweating all over from the pain. Her hands clenched the bed sheet tightly, and she begged for mercy in a painful voice: "Mu Qiu, please let me go? Please don't kill me, I don't want to die!"
Mu Qiu thought about it seriously, then shook her head fiercely. "No. You must give me your heart. If you don't, I will die... and I don't want to die!" She smiled wickedly and dug out Song Ci's heart!
"ah!"
Song Ci suddenly sat up straight in bed. She subconsciously reached out to touch her chest, but did not feel the bloody hole. Her panic finally calmed down a little.
With her palms pressed against her chest, Song Ci remained motionless, holding her breath. Feeling the healthy, powerful beat of her heart, she breathed a sigh of relief and came back to life.
It turned out to be just a dream.
Haunted by nightmares, Song Ci broke out in a sweat, her silk pajamas soaked through, even the sheets were wet. She ran her hand through her hair and found the back of her head was completely wet. Fearing a cold, Song Ci decided to change her clothes and blow-dry her hair.
She slowly got out of bed, and just as she stood up, her legs gave way and she sat down on the floor again. She sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for her strength to recover before getting up and going into the cloakroom.
She found a new nightgown and put it on, preparing to go to the bathroom to take a shower. Suddenly, she thought of something and turned around and left the bedroom.
Standing in the corridor on the second floor, Song Ci lowered his head and glanced at the living room on the first floor.
Where is Mu Qiu?
On the black sofa, there was only a neatly folded sheet, but no sign of Mu Qiu. Song Ci came downstairs and touched the sofa cushions, which were still a little warm. "Qiu Qiu?" Song Ci pushed open the bathroom door and didn't see Mu Qiu inside.
Gone?
Song Ci took out her cell phone and called Mu Qiu.
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Late at night, there is occasionally a night taxi driving on the road.
A slender figure ran on the sidewalk, wiping away tears with the back of her hand. After running for more than ten minutes, Mu Qiu finally stopped beside a trash can, panting.
She threw the silver dagger in her hand into the trash can as quickly as throwing a flint. Looking at the dagger mixed in the garbage, Mu Qiu's hands were shaking and his face turned pale.
At this moment, the cell phone in my pocket suddenly rang. In the quiet night, the ringtone sounded harsh and strange.
Mu Qiu shuddered. Trembling, she pulled out her phone and saw it was Song Ci calling. She mechanically answered the call, put it to her ear, and heard Song Ci ask on the other end, "Mu Qiu, where were you going so late at night?"
Mu Qiu moved his lips but made no sound. Song Ci said again, "Where are you? I'm coming to find you."
Mu Qiu clenched his fists and said, "I can't sleep, so I'm going home first."
Song Ci: "Go home?"
"yes."
"Do you have a car?"
"I drove here."
"Nonsense! How can you drive when you're drunk!" Song Ci's tone suddenly became stern, "Pull over and either come back or take a taxi back."
"Then I'd better take a taxi back." After hanging up, Mu Qiu stood there, unmoving, tears welling in her eyes. Finally, unable to bear the panic any longer, she knelt on one knee next to the trash can, covered her face with her hands, and bent over, crying bitterly.
“Ahh…”
Mu Qiu's shoulders trembled as she cried.
What was she doing just now!
She almost killed her sister!
"Little girl." A male voice, as clear and cool as a stream, yet cold and proud, sounded behind Mu Qiu.
Mu Qiu wiped away her tears hastily, knelt on the ground and slowly turned around to see a strong and tall man standing behind her. He was wearing a black suit and a pair of black glasses, and he looked very good. He was holding a stack of tissues in his hand.
A silver-gray sports car was parked beside him.
"Wipe it?" The man held out a tissue to Mu Qiu.
Mu Qiu took the tissue and mumbled a thank you in a tearful voice. After wiping her tears, she saw the man reach out his hand again, bending over and saying to her, "Do you need my help?"
Mu Qiu then realized that she was still kneeling on the ground. Her face flushed, and she placed her overly thin and pale hands in the man's palms.
The man helped Mu Qiu up. He looked around and said, "It's hard to get a taxi around here. Where do you live? I'll take you back."
Mu Qiu wanted to refuse, but looking at the man's handsome and charming face, she hesitated. "Please, take me to the gate of Zijing Capital."
"It's just a small favor."
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