"No, Xingchen would never do this to me." Song Qingqing ran wildly, crashing into telephone poles, pedestrians, and other people's stall carts.
Along the way, it drew countless curses from passersby.
But Song Qingqing couldn't hear or feel any of this.
In her heart and mind, all she could think about was what the other person had just said: "Little Purple Sister, I like you."
The pale-faced scholar, who had been waiting for her to appear, saw her like this and hurriedly stepped forward, pulled her aside, and scolded, "Didn't I tell you to be careful? How could you still fall for their trick?"
Song Qingqing ignored him, leaned against a wall blankly, and then slid to the ground.
Then she hugged her knees and started crying, "Waaah..."
The pale-faced scholar was startled. Seeing her start to cry, he circled around her, back and forth.
Every now and then, he would stop and open his mouth as if to say something.
But after opening his mouth for a long time, he couldn't utter a single word.
After a long while, when Song Qingqing stopped crying, the pale-faced scholar sat down beside her and began to comfort her.
"As long as I'm alive, nothing else matters." The pale-faced scholar thought that Song Qingqing had suffered some loss at Sikong Xinghai's hands, which was why she was in such distress.
So he added, "At worst, just think of it as being bitten by a dog, right?"
"What's the big deal? Why are you so upset?"
The pale-faced scholar's words hadn't moved Song Qingqing at all, but they had moved her deeply first.
To think that a grown man like him could be so considerate of a woman, is that easy?
Wiping away the tears that had vanished from the corners of his eyes, the pale-faced scholar finally noticed that Song Qingqing had raised her head, her large, red eyes staring at him intently.
Why are you staring at him?
The pale-faced scholar panicked a little, put down his hand and looked at himself. There was nothing different about him.
"Who got bitten by a dog? Who got bitten by a dog?" Don't assume that just because she's crying, you can't understand the meaning behind the pale-faced scholar's words.
He's implying her innocence is in jeopardy; well done.
"I won't get bitten by a dog!" Song Qingqing shouted, then got up and pinned the other person down, punching them.
"Why did you hit me? I clearly told you to be careful, but you wouldn't listen. What could I do?"
The pale-faced scholar's words only made Song Qingqing angrier.
What is their relationship?
Given the relationship between the kidnapper and the hostage, who would believe him when he tells her to be careful?
Okay! Even though she still believed it, what good did it do?
In the end, wasn't she still arrested?
Thinking of this, Song Qingqing froze, because she remembered something.
That's why the pale-faced scholar knew she would be in trouble that day.
And why should I tell her?
Why did you suddenly start showing me kindness?
Why are you so sure something bad will happen to me?
Are you in cahoots with those people?
Song Qingqing's barrage of questions hit the pale-faced scholar quite hard. He rubbed his sore body and gave Song Qingqing a resentful look.
Only when the other person fired a death stare at him did he speak, "You don't need to know why I'm good to you. Just remember, I won't harm you."
As for why I knew you were in trouble, it's because I know everything.
"Bullshit! You say my father isn't Song Weiguo, but you can't say who he is. You liar, you kidnapper."
Song gently raised a middle finger at him.
His face was full of disdain.
The pale-faced scholar had unspeakable suffering; he opened his mouth, but in the end, he said nothing.
"What happened last time wasn't actually my idea. We were just doing things for money. If we had known..."
He didn't say what came next, but the meaning was clear.
Song Qingqing naturally understood his meaning, but she remained noncommittal.
This pale-faced scholar clearly knew a lot of things, but he just wouldn't tell her.
"Nothing else? If nothing's wrong, I'm leaving."
After being interrupted by the pale-faced scholar, Song Qingqing suddenly had a change of heart.
Regardless of what happens to Sikong Xingchen, life must go on.
She couldn't stay in the same place and continue to be sad forever.
"Wait, that person didn't do anything to you, did he?" The pale-faced scholar couldn't help but ask as Song Qingqing was about to leave.
His face was full of worry, and it didn't seem fake.
Song Qingqing was even more confused, but also more certain that the pale-faced scholar's attitude towards her had truly changed.
Upon closer examination, it all started with that incident where the other party suddenly ran away.
That time, the other person was stunned because he glanced at her neck.
What was on her neck that made him change his attitude so quickly?
"You're the kidnapper, and I'm the hostage. We're not familiar with each other, so please don't act like we're on good terms, okay?" Song Qingqing was actually quite curious as to why the other party had frozen her in place.
However, she knew that no one else would tell her this.
Just like her.
“I thought we were already friends.” The pale-faced scholar’s face turned even paler as he stepped forward and spoke.
Song paused briefly, said nothing, and left.
When she returned to the shop, it was the busiest time on Huanle Street, but Song Qingqing couldn't feel any excitement.
She sat at the doorway, watching countless regular customers come to buy vegetables from her, and many of them greeted her.
She would usually respond enthusiastically, but this time she just nodded and couldn't even manage a smile.
Meanwhile, Lao Wang and the others were waiting in a secluded residence for the Sikong family's private doctor to come out.
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