It was the middle of the night.
Sikong Xingchen dragged his tired body back to his residence.
First, they learned that the old man of the Jiang family had broken in, and then they received the news that the unlucky guy was a member of the Jiang family and had left with the old man of the Jiang family.
After dealing with these two matters, Sikong Xingchen returned to his room.
When he arrived, Song Qingqing seemed to be asleep. He didn't disturb her, washed up, and began to apply the medicine himself.
Song Qingqing, who was pretending to be asleep, glanced at him, and in that one glance, her eyes welled up with tears.
Because there are many new wounds on it.
Sikong Xingchen didn't notice what was happening. Just as he finished applying the medicine and was about to bandage himself, a pair of small hands suddenly appeared, took the gauze from his hands, and began to carefully bandage him.
Sikong Xingchen looked up in surprise, her starry eyes shining so brightly it made one blush.
"Qing'er, how is your injury?"
Song Qingqing was shot in the back with an arrow, and her injury was quite serious.
After Sikong Xingchen finished speaking, he reached out as if to stroke it.
But Song Qingqing rejected him.
"Don't move." Song Qingqing's tone was a little harsh, because she hadn't forgotten about the orphanage.
After bandaging him up, Song Qingqing began to question him, "Tell me, why did you do that at the orphanage that day?"
Upon hearing this, Sikong Xingchen was stunned for a moment before he realized why Song Qingqing had slapped him; she had misunderstood him.
"Qing'er, they are my children now."
boom!
Song Qingqing stared at him in disbelief, then took several steps back, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably.
"Sikong Xingchen, you even have a child? And you're still dating me? You scumbag, you scumbag."
Song cried softly.
Sikong Xingchen panicked and stood up, intending to pull the person into his arms.
As a result, Song Qingqing kept backing away. Unable to do anything else, he could only continue to explain, "In my heart, they are my children."
"Waaah... Ah? What?" Song Qingqing, who was crying, suddenly stopped and stared at Sikong Xingchen without blinking.
The latter, seeing the tears hanging in the corners of her eyes, felt very sorry for her. He stepped forward and hugged her, then leaned down and kissed her before saying, "Their parents died because of me, so I treat them as my children."
That day I just wanted to teach them how to swim.
"..." "Is what you said true? You're not lying to me?" Song Qingqing took two deep breaths, waiting for further confirmation.
"If you don't believe me, I can take you to meet them next time." Sikong Xingchen's expression was extremely serious.
Song Qingqing almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
So, she misunderstood Sikong Xingchen?
Was it her fault?
"I'm sorry, Xingchen, it's my fault. I shouldn't have believed what I saw." Song Qingqing apologized immediately after realizing that the misunderstanding was caused by her.
As she spoke, she scratched her short hair.
Sikong Xingchen couldn't bear to see her upset, so he took her hand and explained, "It's my fault. If I had told you about this sooner, you wouldn't have misunderstood."
The mistake was mine, not yours.
Listening to Sikong Xingchen's words of comfort, Song Qingqing's tears began to fall again.
"It's not your fault, no, it's not."
"It's my fault, Qing'er. If there's any fault between us, it's mine, because I'm a man."
"A relationship involves two people, not just you."
"..." The two of them kept arguing about whose fault it was.
In the end, Song Qingqing was deeply moved by Sikong Xingchen.
That night, the two slept together, and Song Qingqing was reluctant to sleep, fearing that this was the best daylight of happiness.
Sikong Xingchen couldn't sleep either, worried that Song Qingqing's identity might be exposed.
Both of them had something on their minds.
After an unknown amount of time, Song Qingqing spoke again, "Xingchen, if I'm gone, just forget about me!"
Song Qingqing's words made Sikong Xingchen's heart tremble. He quickly hugged her tightly, "You'll be alright, I'm here. I've taken care of everything. You'll be alright, you'll be alright."
Song Qingqing was surprised, wondering if he meant what he said.
"But I..." She killed someone. Although they weren't good people, she still killed them. Song Qingqing was very worried that she would go to jail.
But Sikong Xingchen emphasized, "No, that was just an accident. Remember, it could only have been an accident. You were just lucky to escape."
If Song Qingqing's abilities were exposed, the consequences would be unimaginable.
"..." Song Qingqing was now certain that Sikong Xingchen knew she was capable.
But the other party never asked and helped her in every way.
Song was touched and hugged the other person's neck tightly.
Sikong Xingchen smiled and hugged the other person tighter.
The two embraced each other all night, and before they finally fell asleep, they didn't know how much time had passed.
The next day, Song Qingqing didn't go anywhere and stayed there to recover from her injuries.
Sikong Xingchen then went to the Jiang family.
Unfortunately, Jiang Meimei discovered it.
Jiang Xu wasn't too surprised by Sikong Xingchen's arrival, but he still personally welcomed him to the reception room.
The two sat facing each other, and Jiang Xu personally brewed a cup of tea for Sikong Xingchen.
Sikong Xingchen did not take the teacup, but looked at the simple bamboo stick in his hand.
The bamboo sticks were engraved with many extremely detailed things, so much so that it was impossible to see what they were engraved with the naked eye.
However, Jiang Xu's expression turned quite unpleasant when he saw the bamboo skewer.
"Don't worry, Young Master Si. I know what to say and what not to say." He was an old man who was shrewd and experienced. Don't think he couldn't see that Sikong Xingchen was warning him to watch his mouth.
Fortunately, he only gave a warning; otherwise, Jiang Xu, who had dominated Huangcheng for decades, would have lost his reputation in his later years.
Upon hearing this, Sikong Xingchen reached out, took the teacup opposite him, took a small sip, and put it down, but still did not put away the bamboo skewer in his hand.
Jiang Xu's eyelids twitched incessantly, and he said with a forced smile, "I'm hosting a welcome banquet tomorrow to celebrate my grandson's return home. I wonder if Young Master Si has the time to grace us with his presence?"
Sikong Xingchen was taken aback, wondering if it was his opponent's welcome banquet. Why was he here?
"I have official business to attend to tomorrow, so I won't bother you any longer."
After saying this, Sikong Xingchen put the bamboo skewer back into his pocket.
Jiang Xu breathed a sigh of relief, picked up his teacup, drank two cups by himself, and began to chat.
"What happened yesterday, Young Master Si, was impulsive on my part."
But I don't think it's my fault.
Song Qingqing killed my grandson, and as his grandfather, I must avenge him.
Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Xu felt his body temperature plummet. He immediately cursed the other person under his breath, calling him a doting father, and then hurriedly tried to salvage the situation, saying, "But now I understand, although she was wrong, my little grandson was also wrong."
If he hadn't been after Song Qingqing, this wouldn't have happened.
None of this has anything to do with Song Qingqing; it's all our own fault.
Don't worry, I will never lay a hand on her again.
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