"Xing'er, Xing'er, where are you?"
Zhou Sui was still in a daze when she heard the little girl in front of her turn around and call out, "Mommy, I'm here."
A woman in a black cotton coat rushed over, picked up the little girl named Xing'er, her eyes filled with tears and her face full of lingering fear.
"You silly girl, why are you running around like that? I was so scared! I turned around and you were gone."
Zhou Sui stood up and looked at the woman in front of her. It was quite a coincidence that she had run into He Xiaoqing.
He Xiaoqing felt relieved after holding her daughter, but when she looked up and saw Zhou Sui and Song Qi'an, she was stunned.
“Song, Song Qi’an.” He Xiaoqing stared at the person in front of her, dumbfounded. Didn’t Song Yuan say that Song Qi’an was doing very well outside? Why is he back now?
"Mommy, him, him." Xing'er turned around from He Xiaoqing's arms and looked at Song Qi'an. "Me, me too, Song Ai."
Zhou Sui guessed that what she meant was that she also had the surname Song, which made sense since they were born of the same father.
He Xiaoqing's expression turned very unnatural, and she tightened her grip on her daughter. She glanced at Song Qi'an, said nothing, turned around, and left with her daughter in her arms, looking somewhat disheveled.
After everyone left, Zhou Sui glanced at Song Qi'an. Hmm, nothing had changed; he seemed to completely disregard her.
"It seems she hasn't had a good time these past few years." Zhou Sui recalled seeing He Xiaoqing at the restaurant.
Although she is pregnant, you can tell from her clothes and appearance that she still lives a very refined life.
Looking at her now, her skin is slightly yellowish, her eyelids are droopy, her hair is a bit dry, and she just ties it up casually. The black clothes she's wearing are an older style.
Just now, when she was holding that little girl, Zhou Sui glanced at her hand unintentionally. The fingertips were yellowed, and her fingers were no longer as smooth and white as before. It was obvious that she had done a lot of work.
Upon hearing this, Song Qi'an scoffed, "It would be strange if she lived a good life following Song Yuan."
After saying that, he took Zhou Sui's hand and continued walking forward. Zhou Sui suddenly became curious, "Your dad hasn't contacted you at all these past two years while you've been away?"
“He couldn’t get in touch with me, but he’s been to my maternal grandfather’s house several times.” After Song Yuan and Zhao Wenxiu divorced, Song Qi’an changed all their contact information, so Song Yuan couldn’t reach Song Qi’an even after making a hundred or so phone calls.
"It seems he still cares about you." Otherwise, he wouldn't have come to see him so many times.
"That was after he had his daughter."
"It just so happened that our project was doing quite well at that time."
Zhou Sui knew about this later. After several major projects, their company was featured in the newspapers. Song Qi'an and his other partners also appeared in the newspapers. It was inevitable that Song Yuan knew that his son had become successful and wanted to repair their father-son relationship.
Unfortunately, it was too late.
"Now that He Xiaoqing knows you're back, won't she tell your dad?" Before, because they lived far apart, it was hard for Song Yuan to find her. Now that they're in the same city, isn't it easy for him to come and find her?
"Given her current state, she might not want Song Yuan to know I'm back." If He Xiaoqing had given birth to a son, it would be one thing, but she gave birth to a daughter.
Zhou Sui immediately understood what he meant. Looking at He Xiaoqing's current state, she wished that Song Yuan would never know that Song Qi'an had returned.
This is good; it saves me from being disturbed.
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