Duan Zichen looked at his mother's excited smile and suddenly felt relieved. In the past few years, his mother had been sad because of him. Today, she finally smiled happily. Seeing his mother smile, his heart was finally relieved.
Some regrets are destined to last a lifetime, but life goes on.
It's time for him to let go and start a new life.
In life, there are many responsibilities to shoulder. Currently, he needs to shoulder the responsibility for his parents. His mother has been in poor health, and he can't bear to make her worry!
Perhaps through Liu Zhiyuan's regret, he will know that he should cherish everything in front of him more in the future.
On the way back to Duan's house, a text message popped up on his personal mobile phone.
He saw a string of numbers that were both strange and familiar. Why was it strange and familiar? He was unfamiliar with the string of numbers, but he remembered whose number it was.
His deep eyes trembled slightly as he hesitated whether to read the message.
Subconsciously, I felt that I had let go of Liu Zhiyuan and sincerely wished her well, so there was no need for me to read this text message anymore.
But pulling at his tie, he still opened the text message.
As he opened his eyes, his dark pupils contracted, and the content of the text message made his expression even more complicated.
The text messages from strangers were full of provocations.
Just like more than three years ago, when he couldn't let go of Liu Zhiyuan and his mentality was mixed, it seemed like encouragement at that time. But now, he was calm and all he saw was provocation.
The text message reads as follows:
"Mr. Duan, did you see the woman you love today? ...How was she? Is she still so cute? So beautiful? I know you can't let go of such a beautiful woman, right? Now, I am willing to help you. Do you want to cooperate with me again?"
Duan Zichen's mouth curled up, he shook his head slightly, and silently deleted the text message.
As soon as I put my phone on the dashboard, another text message popped up.
He opened it and saw that it was still the same number that sent the message.
"Mr. Duan, I'm confident this time that I can successfully distance them. Liu Zhiyuan's child was shot, and I've been worried these past few days. What I want to say is that she's unhappy, and Song Ling is incapable of protecting them.
Do you really have the heart to watch the woman you love live an unhappy life? Do you not intend to give her happiness? If a man truly loves a woman, he will constantly fight for her and win her over.
You can't understand such a simple truth, right?
Duan Zichen's eyes dimmed. Liu Zhiyuan had indeed said her child was injured today. He'd thought it was just a fall, but it turned out to be a gunshot wound.
Liu Zhiyuan is unhappy?
Obviously not. Today, he saw hope in Liu Zhiyuan's eyes, and she didn't look like a desperate and painful person at all.
No one wants the child to be shot. After all, Song Ling is just an ordinary person and it is inevitable that he will be negligent.
Just as he was about to delete the text message, something suddenly flashed through his mind.
He frowned, wondering who this stranger was. Why did he seem to know everything that had happened to Liu Zhiyuan? It had been like this over three years ago, and it was still like this now.
He even knew that he had seen Liu Zhiyuan today. This person must be someone close to Liu Zhiyuan. He was quite familiar with Liu Zhiyuan, but this person wanted to target her at every turn, making her miserable.
It was terrifying for Liu Zhiyuan to have such a person around her. The more he thought about it, the more terrifying it became.
He felt sorry for Liu Zhiyuan, which would hurt her a lot.
If he could compensate her, he might feel better.
Liu Zhiyuan was chatting with Liu Qing when she received a call from Duan Zichen.
The content of the conversation revolved around the little genius Song Lingchen. She pouted and told her father,
"Dad, I don't know if the prenatal education was good or not, but he's so independent, so different. You see, he's not really dependent on me..."
Her complaints made Song Lingchen roll his eyes and frown into a small bun.
Liu Qing comforted her, "It's okay, it's okay. I think it's great to have such a little grandson. He is smart and resourceful, and he is in a dangerous situation. He will definitely achieve something when he grows up."
Liu Zhiyuan, "..."
Her phone had been ringing for a long time, and Song Lingchen couldn't help but remind her, "Gossip Mom, answer the phone!"
Liu Zhiyuan had just answered the phone when she heard Duan Zichen's voice. She called out in surprise, "Duan Zichen, why did you call me? What's the matter?"
Duan Zichen told her something over the phone.
When Liu Zhiyuan heard his words, her expression changed slightly, and her eyebrows furrowed in tension. Then her clear eyes slowly widened, and her fists clenched.
She kept this nervous expression until Duan Zichen finished speaking and hung up the phone.
Liu Qing was startled and asked nervously, "Xiao Yuan, what's wrong? Why did Duan Zichen call you suddenly? What's going on?"
Liu Zhiyuan came back to her senses, quickly shook her head, and forced a smile: "Nothing, we met once before, he just called to say hello."
Liu Qing was a little nervous: "Are you really okay?"
Liu Zhiyuan nodded and comforted her father, "It's really okay, don't worry."
There are some things that can be done without causing the elders to worry, so she will definitely choose to do her best not to cause the elders to worry.
"If anything happens in the future, remember to tell daddy first."
"Um."
After Liu Qing was sent away, Liu Zhiyuan kept thinking about what Duan Zichen had said to her. She kept thinking, kept thinking...
In this world, there are always some happy families and some unhappy families.
Children have a stronger ability to recover from trauma than ordinary adults, and Song Lingchen is the kind of person who can't control his mischievousness.
After about 20 days, the little guy could no longer stay in the hospital. He felt that he was fine and could be discharged.
Seeing him limping, Liu Zhiyuan insisted that he stay for another week.
The little guy was unhappy and frowned, "Okay, Mom, stop nagging, okay? You can go home and recuperate."
Liu Zhiyuan was speechless and could only look at Song Ling and whispered, "Husband, you should take care of him. He is not obedient at all."
Song Lingchen raised his gentle little face, looked at his father and said, "Dad, you'd better control Mom. She's so stupid, keeping me in the hospital all the time. I'm not happy, and being unhappy will only make my wounds heal more slowly."
Liu Zhiyuan blinked innocently at Song Ling with her watery eyes, waiting for him to speak.
Song Ling's deep eyes first looked at Liu Zhiyuan, then at Song Lingchen, narrowing his eyes slightly, and his chin slightly tilted towards Liu Zhiyuan.
"You pack your things, I'll go downstairs to handle the discharge procedures!"
Liu Zhiyuan and Song Lingchen had different expressions on their faces.
Song Lingchen was naturally very happy. His eyebrows raised higher and higher and he made a victory gesture to his mother.
Liu Zhiyuan was a little unhappy. Her delicate face wrinkled into a small bun, soft and puffy. "Husband..."
Song Ling looked at her with gentle eyes and explained, "Trust me, I'm a professional surgeon. He can be discharged now!"
Liu Zhiyuan pouted, "Oh, okay."
Song Lingchen said proudly, "Did you hear that? Listen to Dad and pack your things quickly!"
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