Chapter 61 You Still Have a Back-up Plan
Xu Yao rushed towards the warehouse filled with thick smoke, but before she took a few steps, Xue Han grabbed her into his arms.
"Save the account book first!" he growled, his voice filled with unquestionable firmness.
In the thick smoke, the firelight shone on his resolute face, as if the shadows of evil spirits could not conceal his determination.
Xu Yao's heartbeat sounded like thunder in her ears. She nodded, grabbed Xue Han's hand, and the two of them plunged into the sea of fire.
The temperature in the warehouse suddenly rose, and the hot air seemed to burn their skin.
Red flames jumped all around, and the crackling sound of burning was like the drumbeats of hell, making people's hearts tighten.
"It's right there!" Xu Yao shouted at the top of her lungs, pointing to a pile of metal cabinets deep in the warehouse.
Xue Han rushed over without hesitation, kicked open the metal cabinet door, revealing an account book that was half a person's height.
He quickly picked up the account book and handed it to Xu Yao.
"Hurry up!" he urged, with a hint of anxiety in his voice.
Xu Yao hugged the account book tightly and rushed out with Xue Han.
Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of a red rope flashing in the firelight, and that red rope was exactly the same as the one on her third sister's wrist.
Her heart trembled and her pace slowed down involuntarily.
"Third sister..." she murmured, but the fear and hesitation from her previous life were no longer in her words.
The two finally rushed out of the sea of fire, and the roaring flames seemed to be roaring behind them, trying to swallow them again.
The fire brigade arrived quickly, and a column of water rolled towards the fire like a tornado. Water droplets and flames intertwined, making a "hissing" sound, and the air was filled with water vapor and the smell of burning.
The fire was finally put out. Xue Han and Xu Yao stood outside the warehouse, covered in smoke and dust.
Xue Han resolutely walked towards the warehouse, lifted up the pile of burnt cloth, revealing the intact new goods underneath.
He turned to look at Xu Yao, his eyes sparkling with admiration.
"Do you have a backup plan?" he asked, with a hint of surprise in his tone.
Xu Yao nodded with red eyes: "My third sister found Qiuyue at the fire scene that year. I guess she must have some spare stock in her warehouse." She took a deep breath and continued: "So, I secretly transferred half of the fabric to your house last night."
Xue Han’s” Xu Yao smiled, but there was a bitter smile on her face: “I hope it can be completely resolved this time. ”
The director of the subdistrict office led the inspectors to the scene. The third sister suddenly rushed in holding the red rope, her face full of anger: "Xu Yao set fire to defraud insurance!" Her voice was sharp, like a sharp blade cutting through the air, and the atmosphere at the scene suddenly became tense.
Xue Han sneered and suddenly pulled open the third sister's collar, revealing the dark red birthmark on the side of her neck.
His tone was as cold as ice in winter: "Your husband's household registration file shows that he had no daughter when he died!" His voice echoed in the crowd, and every word struck everyone's heart.
Xu Yao suddenly held up a childhood photo of Qiuyue and said firmly: "She also has this birthmark on the back of her neck!" The childhood Qiuyue in the photo smiled innocently, but the birthmark on the side of her neck was so conspicuous.
The discussions in the crowd rose and fell like boiling steam.
The third sister’s face was as pale as paper, and her eyes were flashing with despair and anger.
She suddenly took a step forward, staring at Xu Yao, her lips trembling, but unable to utter a word.
Xu Yao met her gaze with a firm and cold look.
"You wait." The third sister's voice was low, but it carried a threat that could not be ignored.
There seemed to be endless resentment and unwillingness in her eyes, but at this moment, she had no way to retreat.
When Sun Zhiqiang and his mother were taken away, they looked like two stray dogs, dejected and without any of the heroic spirit they had before.
The third sister was still making her final struggle. Her eyes were like poison. She stared at Xu Yao and said through gritted teeth, "Just wait. Qiuyue will come back to find her mother sooner or later!"
Hearing this, Xu Yao's heart skipped a beat, as if a needle had stabbed into it.
After all, I have raised this child for so many years. It would be a lie to say that I have no feelings for him at all.
She subconsciously took a half step back, and cold sweat broke out on her palms.
Just then, a warmth wrapped around the back of her hand.
As soon as she raised her head, she met Xue Han's deep eyes.
He stood in front of her like a mountain, his Adam's apple rolling, his voice deep and powerful: "Her biological mother is my fiancée."
Wow, this domineering president’s style shocked the third sister.
Xu Yao was also stunned. This sudden sense of security made her feel a little dizzy.
Xue Han's palms were broad and warm, as if they had magical power, soothing the uneasiness in her heart.
As night fell, under the dim light, Xue Han handed the burnt account book back to Xu Yao.
This account book was Xu Yao's hard work, and it was almost burned to ashes.
She took it carefully, and her fingertips touched the charred paper, with mixed feelings in her heart.
"I asked my colleague to contact the cloth shop in the provincial capital," Xue Han's voice broke the silence, "new goods will arrive soon."
Xu Yao nodded gratefully and was about to say thank you when she touched a red rope stuck in the account book.
This red rope is exactly the one Qiuyue wore in her previous life!
In an instant, the past came flooding back like a tide, and Xu Yao's eyes suddenly became red.
Xue Han noticed that something was wrong with her, and without saying a word, he hugged her in his arms.
He has a light air of worldliness, but it surprisingly makes people feel at ease.
"Don't be afraid," his voice sounded in her ears, gentle but firm, "I won't let you lose anyone again this time."
Xu Yao could no longer hold back her tears, which rolled down like pearls from a broken string.
She held the red rope tightly, silently reciting Qiuyue's name in her heart.
At this moment, a baby's cry suddenly came from the distance, weak but clear.
Xu Yao raised her head suddenly, and her hands holding the red rope trembled slightly.
An inexplicable premonition came over her, making her feel suffocated.
"Qiuyue..." she murmured to herself,
The crying sound was getting closer and clearer, as if calling for something...
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