Qiao Wanwan was taken aback, but quickly said, "I guess it's because you and my brother saw Lin Feng that day, so you remembered Lin Mo."
“Sister, that day I saw Lin Feng shot, just like Lin Mo. I don’t know why, but their faces overlapped in my mind, and I remembered Lin Mo’s death.”
"I don't want to think about it anymore."
Qiao Wanwan hugged her tenderly.
Lin Mo's death in front of Cheng Zaozao left a deep shadow on her, and she had nightmares for a long time before slowly recovering.
Seeing Lin Feng shot and killed this time, I guess the shadow that had been slowly fading back has resurfaced.
"Zaozao, I'll ask Master to prescribe some calming medicine for you. It'll help you sleep better and reduce your dreams, okay?"
"I'll listen to my sister."
"Sweetie," Qiao Wanwan said, "How about we go for a walk? Exercise helps with sleep."
"good."
......
After taking a walk, Qiao Wanwan checked Eleven and Xiao Jiu's homework, then gave the third child a bath. By the time she returned to the master bedroom, it was almost ten o'clock.
She took a hot bath, and when she came out of the bathroom, Zhan Jingting was already sitting on the bed.
"Is Zaozao alright?"
Qiao Wanwan asked curiously, "It's rare for you to ask about her."
Zhan Jingting stood up, walked over to her, took the towel from her hand and helped her dry her hair. "After all, she's your sister, it's only right that I ask about it."
"She's been dreaming about Lin Mo a lot these past few days, so she hasn't been sleeping well."
Zhan Jingting chuckled lightly, "Although she knows Lin Mo, their relationship isn't that deep, so why would she dream about him?"
"She witnessed Lin Feng's death in the video that day and was terrified. She's a girl, and she's easily frightened. How could she not be scared after seeing someone die in front of her twice?"
"Then spend more time with her when you have time."
“Okay.” Qiao Wanwan reached out and hooked her arm around the man’s neck. “But I’d rather spend more time with you.”
The man's gaze deepened, and he swept her up in his arms, saying, "As you wish, Madam..."
......
The next day.
Qiao Wanwan woke up naturally, and when she opened her eyes, it was already past ten o'clock.
She got up to wash up and was brushing her teeth when suddenly her stomach churned violently!
"vomit......"
Qiao Wanwan gagged at the washbasin, but nothing came out.
She rinsed her mouth, drank a glass of warm water, felt nothing was wrong, and then went downstairs to eat.
Zhan Jingting and Huo Shiqian both went to work. Cheng Zaozao was going to talk to Wen Lixuan about the script. Qiao Wanwan had nothing to do first, so she went with her to find Wen Lixuan for lunch.
The restaurant was booked by Wen Lixuan. The environment was quiet and serene, and the floor-to-ceiling windows of the private rooms offered views of a bamboo forest, creating a very picturesque atmosphere.
"Lixuan, the environment here is really nice." Qiao Wanwan really liked the feeling.
Wen Lixuan poured them tea and introduced, "This private restaurant is run by a friend of mine. He's a foodie and spends most of the year searching for delicious food. He finds some things amazing and wants to go back for a second time, but it might not be convenient, so he simply opened this restaurant himself."
"I'm so envious of your friend," Cheng Zaozao said. "She doesn't have to work and can eat, drink, and have fun everywhere."
“A rich kid has plenty of money and time, and the family business doesn’t need him to inherit it. He can live a happy life like this.”
“I can’t compare to people like you who were born in Rome.” Cheng Zaozao smiled. “Even my sister, although she grew up in the same place as me, was born in Rome. She just happened to be at the starting line for a while.”
Qiao Wanwan took a sip of hot tea and said, "I think Lixuan's happiness doesn't come from his family background, but from doing what he likes. It's just that what he likes is based on his economic foundation."
"Zaozao, you can find joy and self-worth in acting, and you are doing what you love. In terms of spiritual gains, you will get no less than others, so why compare your family background or who was born in Rome?"
“Wanwan is right.” Wen Lixuan nodded. “Although the Wen family has declined, I still insist on doing what I like. I am still very satisfied. Happiness is something that is difficult to find, but it is also simple to find. It all depends on one’s mindset.”
"Zaozao, have you been too idle lately and are you overthinking things?" Wen Lixuan teased with a smile. "The work has come in, hasn't it? I wrote both of these scripts myself, and Qiaoqiao happens to be here too, so can you give me some advice?"
"sure."
"Then let's eat and chat."
"......"
During dinner, Qiao Wanwan received a text message from Xu Lai.
[Madam Zhan, thank you for letting He Yu off the hook. We have decided to leave the capital and settle abroad, bidding farewell to everything here completely. I have donated the money you gave me to an orphanage to help those poor children. Thank you again.]
Editor Qiao Wanwan replied: 【Best wishes to you.】
"Sis, who is it?" Cheng Zaozao asked.
"Xu Lai and He Songling are preparing to settle abroad. He sent me a text message to say goodbye."
"This Xu Lai is really interesting," Cheng Zaozao said with a smile. "Didn't she cry and say she wanted He Songling to face legal punishment before? Now she can accept it so readily. Well, without He Songling, she would just be a little orphan working at an orphanage. Now she's a wealthy wife and can even settle abroad. It seems one really should broaden their horizons..."
Qiao Wanwan subconsciously looked at Wen Lixuan, and the two of them were stunned for a moment.
“Zaozao, Xu Lai didn’t forgive He Songling for money,” Qiao Wanwan explained. “She doesn’t value money that much, and she even donated all the money I gave her to the orphanage.”
“Sister, she’s spending money to buy peace of mind and atone for He Songling’s sins.” Cheng Zaozao took a sip of red wine and continued, “Think about it, can the money you gave her compare to He Songling’s assets? If she didn’t value money, why didn’t she just donate all of He Songling’s money?”
"Donating money to help others within one's means is a good thing, but it shouldn't be used for moral blackmail." Qiao Wanwan smiled faintly. "I don't know where He Songling's money came from, but if it's illegal income, the relevant authorities will naturally investigate. What you're saying sounds a bit like resentment towards the rich. Not valuing money doesn't mean you have to be penniless. I don't value money either, so do I have to donate the entire Dijing Group to prove myself?"
"Sis, that's not what I meant." Cheng Zaozao quickly realized what she meant and put some food on Qiao Wanwan's plate. "You like this dish, eat more."
Qiao Wanwan smiled and said, "Thank you."
"Why are you being so polite with me?" Cheng Zaozao said. "We rarely go out to eat, so I'm treating today. Lixuan, you can't take it from me."
"How could I possibly accept this?"
"Why are you being shy? I'll treat you this time, and you can treat me next time, right?"
"good."
Cheng had a photoshoot early in the afternoon, so after lunch he drove off on his own.
Wen Lixuan had no plans and drove Qiao Wanwan back to Wutong Bay.
"Why aren't you saying anything?" At the traffic light, Wen Lixuan, who was driving, turned his head and glanced at Qiao Wanwan sitting in the passenger seat. "Are you thinking about Zaozao?"
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