"Let's get straight to the point," Song Mai said bluntly.
She has never been a pushover; she has been kept in the dark for so many years, and now it's time to reveal the truth.
“I know you’re anxious, but this isn’t something I can explain to everyone alone. All I know is that Ji Fenghe has someone else helping him, and the two of them are working together to change your identity,” the woman sighed.
"Who is the other person?"
"It's a devil! It's a devil!" The woman seemed possessed, frantically grabbing and tearing at her hair in anger.
Song Mai frowned subconsciously. Could this woman in front of her be a madwoman?
However, the woman pointed to the photo on the table in front of her: "That's him!"
Song Mai held up the photo, which only showed a side profile.
The man's identity is unclear, but it's clear he's quite wealthy.
If this person is the mastermind, they will definitely try every means to prevent me from verifying my identity.
Now she is in the open, while the other side is in the shadows; she can only wait for the other side to strike.
The woman's current state of madness made it impossible for her to communicate normally, so Song Mai could only turn away with regret.
An'an turned to look at the woman with some fear, but the unintentional eye contact made the woman say with joy, "This girl is an angel, she can save you."
An'an cried out in fear, and Song Mai immediately had her pick her up and left without stopping.
The next day, Song Mai wanted to ask about her situation again. She returned to the small house from the previous day, only to find it burned to the ground.
The house had almost collapsed, and many people were standing around it.
"Hello, what's wrong with this house?" Song Maina asked one of the men curiously.
The man looked her up and down and said regretfully, "There was a sudden fire here, and the owner of the house was burned to death. It's such a pity."
He had just seen the woman, and only a few hours later, she was dead.
It seems someone has been watching my every move; I have absolutely no privacy.
In comparison, it is actually safer in China.
She returned home and hurriedly helped An'an pack her luggage.
My purpose in coming here was to attend Fashion Week, but now that Fashion Week has ended, there is no need for me to stay any longer.
She hurriedly dialed Shen Xiujing's number: "When are you coming back to China?"
Shen Xiujing asked curiously, "What's wrong? What's the matter that's so urgent?"
“An’an and I also want to go back to China.”
Hearing this, Shen Xiujing smiled and sighed, then said in a low voice, "I see. We'll depart promptly in an hour. Come find me now."
Regardless of any delays, Song Mai hurriedly came to Shen Xiujing's side.
He breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that the bodyguards were all around.
Seeing her flustered expression, Shen Xiujing's expression turned serious: "What's wrong? What happened?"
"No, I'm just a little anxious."
This appearance couldn't be easily dismissed by mere anxiety. Shen Xiujing knew she didn't want to tell him, so she didn't press further.
"Take a break, the plane is about to take off."
Song Mai nodded thoughtfully without saying a word.
Just as the plane was about to take off, Ji Fenghe suddenly called.
He was panting and sounded very anxious: "Where have you been? I just came to the villa to look for you, but you weren't here."
"I have something to do and need to take An'an back to China first. We can talk about it after I get back."
Ji Feng asked in surprise, "You're back in China so soon? Aren't you planning to stay here a little longer?"
"No, thank you."
Song Mai refused decisively, and Ji Fenghe didn't say much more.
He thoughtfully instructed, "Be careful on the road, and send me a message when you land."
Song Mai responded softly and hung up the phone.
Shen Xiujing teased from the side, "Judging from your appearance, you must have had a fight, right? People who quarrel in bed make up in bed, why make things so tense?"
“We’re not husband and wife, nor are we lovers.” Song Mai glanced at him indifferently.
"What is your relationship with Chu Yunxing, and what is your relationship with his deceased wife?" Shen Xiujing's gossip was ignited, and she asked again and again out of curiosity.
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter at all."
Song Mai rejected all of them outright, not wanting to hear any more questions about the matter.
She no longer knows what her relationship with Chu Yunxing is.
What Song Mai feared most was that, from that moment on, she truly realized that her feelings for Chu Yunxing were more than just those of a virtual couple.
At first, she thought she was Chu Yunxing's wife, which is why she had feelings for him.
I always thought it was just a subconscious, instinctive reaction, but now it seems that's not the case.
She genuinely liked Chu Yunxing and had feelings for him, which is why she felt somewhat dissatisfied when she saw a woman who looked like her approaching him.
Her heart was filled with complex emotions; she felt fear towards both Chu Yunxing and Ji Fenghe.
We don't know who they are, but we know they have brought one dangerous message after another.
She lowered her head and chuckled softly, unsure of what to say for a moment.
Time passed by, and the plane soon landed. An'an woke up when the plane landed.
Looking at the familiar scenes back home, she happily smiled and said, "Mom, we're back again."
"Yes, does An'an like it here?"
An'an nodded quickly: "I like it. I have my good friends here."
Since the school underwent rectification, the class relationships have become much more harmonious. An'an, being well-behaved and sensible, quickly gained the favor of many teachers. Furthermore, her cheerful personality meant she naturally didn't need to worry about making friends.
Looking at An'an's happy face, Song Mai suddenly realized that no matter what she went through, as long as An'an could be happy, it was all worth it.
Shen Xiujing arrived at the van prepared by her agent and turned to look at the mother and daughter.
"I'm so sorry, I have to go to an event now and can't take you with me."
Avoiding paparazzi taking unnecessary photos is something every celebrity has to do.
Song Mai understood him and waved her hand, "Okay, go ahead."
"wheat."
Suddenly, Chu Yunxing's voice came from beside her. Song Mai was startled, then shook her head self-deprecatingly.
"How did he end up here? He should be abroad with his wife, enjoying a sweet and loving relationship."
Regardless of whether that girl is Song Mai or not, I can never find the real Song Mai again.
"wheat."
The voices grew closer, and An'an exclaimed joyfully, "Uncle Chu, why did you come to pick us up too!"
Song Mai turned her head with some doubt and sure enough, she saw Chu Yunxing standing in front of her.
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