The following day, Song Qingqing's Happy Vegetable Shop was still doing brisk business.
After the Tang Chunguang incident, everyone finally learned their lesson and stopped easily doubting Song Qingqing's cooking skills.
After all, whether a dish is good or not, the person eating it knows best.
In addition, there are always people who want to cause trouble for Song Qingqing. The aunties and uncles who apologized just yesterday have now become Song Qingqing's fans.
If anyone says anything negative, they immediately step forward to clear the room for Song Qingqing.
With the help of these middle-aged and elderly women, Song Qingqing's Happy Vegetable Shop began to embark on a smooth and bright path.
At least for now, no one is going to cause any trouble.
Song Qingqing was very satisfied and pleased with this.
Friday arrived in the blink of an eye, and that afternoon, Song Qingqing boarded the last bus to Huangcheng.
Upon arriving in Huangcheng, she didn't rush to the vegetable shop but instead went to the detective agency.
Upon arriving, I immediately heard the news that Song Qingyi had left Huangcheng.
“Qingqing, this was my fault. If I had been faster, I wouldn’t have let her leave.” Liu Fugui felt very guilty when he talked about Song Qingyi.
Finally, Song Qingqing decided to take action against Song Qingyi, but this is how it ended again.
"Don't blame yourself. Let her go. One day, we'll meet again, and then we'll settle the score."
Seeing Liu Fugui's dejected expression, Song Qingqing changed the subject, "By the way, how's the Jiang family doing lately?"
Upon hearing the mention of the Jiang family, Liu Fugui immediately perked up, sat up straight, and said, "The Jiang family has been quite unsettled lately. I heard that the old master of the Jiang family plans to send Jiang Yixue abroad to help him develop his management skills, but Jiang Yixue refuses."
The grandfather and grandson had a major fight.
"Grandpa Jiang really values Jiang Yixue, he even wants to send him abroad." Thinking of that big-eared hooligan, Song Qingqing frowned.
"There's no other way. The Jiang family only has two grandsons left. The capable one has disappeared, and now we only have this incapable one left. We can only follow his example!"
Otherwise, who will inherit the Jiang family business in the future?
Liu Fugui glanced at the darkening sky outside, then turned to look at Song Qingqing, hesitating to speak.
"Has anyone from the Jiang family gone missing?" Song Qingqing asked casually, glancing at the sky outside. Then she stood up and said, "Let's stop here for today and talk again next time."
Having said that, before Liu Fugui could even say "I'll take you," he disappeared into the darkness.
Liu Fugui looked for a long time, but still couldn't rest easy. He quickly ran out, but after searching for a long time, he still couldn't find the person.
Song Qingqing, who was in the darkness, was unaware that Liu Fugui had also followed her out.
Right now, she is walking alone in the night.
Fortunately, with the bright moon overhead to keep her company, Song Qingqing wasn't afraid.
But just then, the sound of rapid breathing came from afar.
Fearing she would be caught in the crossfire, Song Qingqing immediately moved to the edge of the street, but despite her best efforts, the person still bumped into her.
With a cry of "Ah!", the two of them fell to the ground at the same time.
Then, before Song Qingqing could react, the man grabbed her hand and ran for his life.
Song Qingqing was passively pulled along as she ran, struggling as she went.
Before she could shake off the man, he led her into a house and locked her inside.
In the darkness, the two faced each other, their breaths hitting each other's faces.
"You, um." Song Qingqing wanted to say, "Who are you? Why are you dragging me away?" but before she could open her mouth, her lips were covered.
Song Qingqing got annoyed and reached out to pry the other person's hand off. The next moment, "snap!" the light bulb turned on.
Song Qingqing also saw who the other party was; it turned out to be a pale-faced scholar.
The pale-faced scholar was in bad shape; he had several knife wounds on his body, and his face was as white as paper.
He looked at Song Qingqing and gave her a harmless but pale smile. "Could you please help me treat my wounds?"
In return, I can answer one of your questions.
I swear, if I knew, I would tell you.
Upon hearing this, Song Qingqing subconsciously thought of the pattern on her neck.
After a moment of silence, she still helped treat the other person's wound.
"Okay, let me ask you, what does the pattern on my neck represent?"
Song Qingqing washed her hands, sat down to the side, and looked at the pale-faced scholar lying on the bed, smiling broadly.
"Tell me, what do you mean by laughing all the time?" It was getting late, and she still needed to find Sikong Xingchen!
"Ahem, I just didn't expect you to ask this question."
I thought you'd ask who your biological father is.
The pale-faced scholar didn't know why, but ever since he saw Song Qingqing, his smile hadn't stopped.
Anyone who didn't know better would think he was someone close to Song Qingqing.
"Tell me quickly!" Song Qingqing was actually curious about her own background.
But right now, what she wants to know more about is the pattern on her neck.
"I don't know, have you ever heard the story of the chick turning into a phoenix?" the pale-faced scholar began.
Song gently perked up his ears, waiting for the next part to follow.
After waiting for a long time, instead of hearing anything further, all I heard was the sound of the other person snoring.
"..." Song Qingqing was furious. She stepped forward, grabbed the other person by the neck, and shook them violently. "And then? Tell me what happened next!"
Song shook him gently for a long time, but the other person didn't wake up; he was just like a dead pig.
"Damn it, I'm so angry." Song Qingqing was really angry with the other party this time. She put her hands on her hips, glared at the other party, and said, "If you don't want to talk, just say it."
Then, with a "bang," they left.
As Song Qingqing walked out of the pale-faced scholar's residence, she suddenly realized that it was very close to Sikong Xingchen's house.
It's just two turns away.
"Miss Song, the boss is inside." It was Old Wang who opened the door for Song.
"Okay," Song Qingqing happily replied and headed straight for Sikong Xingchen's room.
The next instant, Song Qingqing's scream echoed from Sikong Xingchen's room.
Upon hearing this, Old Wang nodded with a sense of relief.
At the same time, he silently gave himself a thumbs up, thinking, "I'm such a competent bodyguard; I even considered the boss's needs. Where can you find a bodyguard as good as him? Where can you find one?"
If Song Qingqing, who was tricked, knew that Lao Wang did it on purpose, she would definitely say... Well done, she likes it.
"Why aren't you wearing any clothes?"
At this moment, Song Qingqing was standing in Sikong Xingchen's room, pretending to be embarrassed, but in reality, she was covering her face and secretly admiring Sikong Xingchen's perfect figure.
Wearing shorts, Sikong Xingchen gave a wicked smile, flicked the water droplets off his head, and turned to approach Song Qingqing step by step.
Upon seeing this, Song Qingqing instinctively retreated, only to trip over the threshold stone and fall backward to her death.
Song Qingqing had only one thought left in her mind: "Beautiful women have always had tragic fates! Bah! Handsome men are a source of trouble, causing immense harm."
Oh no, oh no! There's marble below. If you fall on it, you'll either get a concussion or suffer brain damage.
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