Who is the person who knows Du Tingting best? Who has the most reason to take the risk of hurting Du Tingting?
Without a doubt, it was Mu Qiu.
Song Ci quickly calmed down and told Han Zhan, "I've installed surveillance cameras at the Mu family's house. I'll check them again when I get back. If my guess is correct, the surveillance cameras will definitely capture something shocking."
Song Ci looked calm, but her heart had already turned cold.
She desperately hoped that her inference was wrong. If it was wrong, it would mean that Mu Qiu still had some conscience. If her guess was confirmed, then Mu Qiu's mind was too vicious.
It is said that daughters are their parents’ little cotton-padded jackets, but some of these little cotton-padded jackets may contain sharp needles!
Han Zhan then told Song Ci: "When I went downstairs just now, I tried to test Mu Qiu's reaction. But her reaction was so natural, it was flawless."
Han Zhan couldn't help but frown when he mentioned Mu Qiu. "Either she's innocent, or she's just too strong mentally."
How strong a mental state does one have to be to remain calm in the face of other people's suspicions after almost killing his own mother?
"Snake heart, tsk."
Song Ci deeply agreed with Han Zhan's comment on Mu Qiu's "vicious heart".
Song Ci couldn't help but recall the scene before her death in her previous life. The beautiful and innocent Mu Qiu placed his hand on her chest, tilted his head, and said the most vicious and evil words in the most innocent tone: "Sister, give me your heart, okay?"
Song Ci felt a heavy, dull pain in her chest, and she couldn't breathe. Noticing Song Ci's abnormality, Han Zhan quickly supported her and reminded her, "Take a deep breath!"
Song Ci grabbed Han Zhan's arm, took a deep breath, and then she felt better.
Seeing that Song Ci had finally recovered her breath, Han Zhan made a humorous joke: "Don't think about those unhappy things. When you are in a bad mood, think more about your brother Han."
Song Ci turned her head to look at her brother Han's face, nodded, and said, "Yeah, brother Han is handsome, suave, rich and good-looking. Seeing you, my world is lit up!"
Han Zhan: "..."
He chose to be selectively deaf and only focused on driving.
After parking the car downstairs of the hospital, Han Zhan took Song Ci to the inpatient ward and delivered bed sheets and spare clothes to Du Tingting.
"Thank you for your help." It only took two hours from the time Song Ci left the hospital and returned to the Mu family to the time she packed her clothes and came to the hospital. She must have not eaten yet.
Du Tingting said to Song Ci, "You haven't had dinner yet, right? I'll ask your father to take you to dinner."
Song Ci: "Let dad stay here with you, and don't worry about us." After tucking the quilt into Du Tingting, Song Ci patted her shoulder and reassured her, "You need to rest well after losing too much blood. Don't be sad and sleepless anymore."
"I have a friend in Shandong. I asked her to send me some donkey hide gelatin. I heard that the donkey hide gelatin there is good for replenishing blood. I'll send it to you when the time comes."
Looking at Du Tingting's pale cheeks, Song Ci couldn't help but feel sad for her. If what happened today wasn't just an accident, but Mu Qiu's doing, then Du Tingting, as a mother, how pathetic!
Du Tingting felt a warm feeling in her heart when she heard this. "You're so thoughtful." Seeing that it was already past seven o'clock, Du Tingting was worried that Song Ci and Han Zhan were hungry, so she said, "You guys should go eat quickly. Your father is here with me, so it's okay."
"Okay. Let's go then."
At some point, it started raining.
The autumn rain was drizzling, and the car lights shone on the drizzle, creating a colorful and hazy beauty. Song Ci and Han Zhan strolled in the drizzle.
Song Ci suddenly stopped and glanced at Han Zhan. She felt that the scene before her was familiar.
Han Zhan was taking out his car keys when he looked up and saw Song Ci staring at him with a tender and affectionate look. He was slightly startled and asked her in surprise, "Why are you looking at me like this all of a sudden?"
Song Ci suddenly said, "The first time I saw Brother Han was on a rainy day like this."
Han Zhan's eyes were filled with surprise and suspicion.
"when?"
Song Ci curled her lips and smiled, saying, "When I was 24 years old."
Han Zhan was stunned.
Then he realized that Song Ci was referring to the past life. "I haven't asked you yet, did we know each other in the past life?"
"Yes."
Han Zhan found it strange. He thought Song Ci knew him because he was the richest man in Wangdong City, but now it seemed he was wrong.
"How is our relationship?"
Han Zhan felt a surge of anticipation, but he didn't know what kind of answer he wanted to hear.
Song Ci smiled lightly and said, "What can I do? You are the high and mighty Mr. Richest Man, and I am the wife of the good-for-nothing Second Young Master of the Cheng family. What kind of relationship can there be between us?"
Before the hijacking, Han Zhan and Song Ci had never interacted. To say they had never interacted was not entirely accurate, as Song Ci had actually met Han Zhan, albeit only from a distance.
That is a memory so distant that even Song Ci is almost forgotten.
Song Ci said: "When I was 24 years old, I had just married into the Cheng family. One morning, I was jogging on the hill behind the Cheng residence as usual."
Han Zhan probably guessed where Song Ci had seen him.
As he guessed, Song Ci said, "There's a forest villa on the back hill. It looks like no one lives there. I passed by the villa that morning and heard a man talking. I stood at the door of the villa and looked inside. Through the gap in the iron gate, I saw you."
Song Ci fell into that long-lost memory. She whispered, "That morning, it was drizzling, just like now. You were wearing a dark blue shirt, standing in the yard with your back to me, holding a watering can in one hand and the phone in the other."
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