Chapter 36

The curtains of the single room were half open, and bright sunlight shone in, passing through the mineral water on the bedside cabinet and casting ripples on the wall.

So dazzling.

Lying on the hospital bed, Liu Minmin opened her eyes hazily, then quickly closed them due to the dazzle of the sunlight, with some physiological tears leaking out from the corners of her eyes.

Why don't you draw the curtains?

This was her first thought. Soon, everything about yesterday's piles came to her mind, and Liu Minmin's second thought was -

Why is she still alive?

The pain of suffocation still lingered in her body. Liu Minmin couldn't help but twitch. She slowly raised her hand, and her fingertips unexpectedly touched a circle of gauze.

She had clearly calculated that there were at least five hours left before the next ward round, and everything should have been over by the time she was found by the doctor. What was going on now? Did someone save her? Or did she back down...

"woke up?"

A gentle female voice sounded, and Liu Minmin subconsciously shrank back under the quilt. After a few seconds, she carefully poked her head out and said in surprise, "Teacher Wan, why are you here?"

As soon as she opened her mouth, she realized her voice was terribly rough, so she closed her mouth silently.

"Your teacher asked me to look after you, saying she was worried about others." Wan Tian put the thermos bucket on the low cabinet, and helped Liu Minmin up to prop up the small table. Seeing the gauze wrapped around her neck, she couldn't help but sigh, "Such a good girl, why are you so silly?"

Her daughter…even though she had just been adopted not long ago, they were biological mother and daughter after all, and they got along much better than that adopted son. So when she saw Liu Minmin like this, she felt distressed.

Mao Suiqiong had specifically reminded her of this, so Wan Tian didn't ask any more questions. She just brought out the bowl of porridge, put it on the small table, and handed her a spoon.

Liu Minmin took the spoon and took a mouthful under her urging. It was a very fine millet and pumpkin porridge, and there were almost no grains in it, as if it had been blended in a food processor. But even so, her throat still hurt a little when she swallowed it.

Liu Minmin knew that her throat must be injured. She raised her hand and touched the gauze again, pursing her lips.

Wan Tian sighed when she saw her actions. She and Mao Suiqiong had known each other for many years. They had different tempers and fought with each other when they were young, but became good friends when they got older. Of course, she had seen her friend's favorite little apprentice many times.

She is sensitive and stubborn. She seems strong at first glance, but she would secretly cry under the quilt just because Mao Suiqiong celebrated her birthday. The next day, her eyes were so swollen that the wrinkles on her eyelids were almost popped out, but she still insisted that it was a bug that was biting her.

When Mao Suiqiong first brought her back, she was still covered with thorns, wearing dark makeup and messy clothes, and looked very difficult to deal with. But after getting to know her, you will realize that those thorns were all just bluffing. As long as you are a little nice to her, she will be eager to show off her soft belly.

To be honest, before this, Wan Tian always thought that Liu Minmin only had Mao Suiqiong in her world, and she never thought that she would commit suicide for a man.

Therefore, when she received Mao Suiqiong's call early last night, she had only one reaction - either Mao Suiqiong was crazy or she was crazy.

After rushing to the hospital and discovering that Liu Minmin had really committed suicide because of miscarriage, Wan Tian felt that the world had gone crazy.

"...Teacher Wan?"

"Hmm?" Wan Tian's mind was racing. After being called a few times, she came to her senses and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Liu Minmin's throat was injured, so she had to speak very slowly, "I just want to ask, is the teacher okay?"

"To be honest, it's not very good." Wan Tian deliberately sighed heavily and put on a serious expression. Liu Minmin's face turned pale in an instant.

"..." As if she was being too serious, Wan Tian quickly adjusted her expression and added, "You also know that Sui Qiong has not been in good health. Think more about your teacher before you do stupid things in the future. You don't know that she had a fight with that Ren guy yesterday, and she came to save you in the middle of the night, and she almost fell down before you."

"The teacher had a fight with the teacher and that guy? Why?" And... Liu Minmin's breathing suddenly became rapid, "It was the teacher who saved me? Doesn't she blame me?"

Wan Tian opened her mouth and then closed it again, deciding to answer the second question first: "Strange, she is so weird, if I were like Su Qiong, I would be pissed off by you!

"You are so young, and your life has just begun. Why are you dying for a man? If you need a man, tell me and I will find a male model to help you adjust your mood. Don't tell your teacher, she is old-fashioned."

Liu Minmin was stunned and automatically ignored the last sentence: "Did the teacher tell you this?"

Wan Tian nodded casually. In fact, Mao Suiqiong just asked her to come over to be a bedmate, and she refused to tell him what happened. She speculated about what happened to Liu Minmin, but she felt that there was nothing wrong with this speculation.

"If you still regard Sui Qiong as your teacher, then you should have a good rest and take good care of yourself, and don't let her worry, okay?" Wan Tian stretched out her finger and tapped Liu Minmin's head.

"……good."

The forehead didn't hurt at all, but Liu Minmin couldn't help but raised her hand to touch it, and tears and hand fell together.

"Okay, okay, just cry in front of me, but don't let your teacher see you. She has a soft heart..."

With tears in her eyes, Liu Minmin saw Wan Tian stand up and gently hold her in his arms. He did not scold her but just let her vent.

Liu Minmin hugged the baby back, clutching the clothes tightly with both hands, tears streaming down her face.

——

Chen Shoujing stood outside the ward and saw his client take a step back. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and asked, "Don't you want to go in and take a look?"

"Forget it." Before she was ready, Mao Suiqiong walked a few steps further and asked, "Excuse me, is the person who asked you to come over to help me named Song?"

Chen Shoujing put on a proper smile and avoided answering: "My employer is not very willing to disclose his privacy, so I'm sorry, I can't answer this question."

"Yeah." Mao Suiqiong nodded tiredly, "How much did she pay?"

"One yuan."

"One hundred million yuan?" Mao Suiqiong was a little surprised.

Chen Shoujing shook his head and made a playful joke: "One dollar. Why, you are not worried that I am an undercover hired by the opponent to deliberately make you lose the case in court or something."

Mao Suiqiong laughed: "How could that be? It's just that Attorney Chen has never handled any small cases. I just didn't expect you to take the initiative to help me."

Chen Shoujing shrugged nonchalantly and said with a smile: "Just think of the person who asked me for a favor as someone I can't refuse."

Mao Suiqiong tilted his eyes indifferently, and then covered his mouth and yawned slightly. He had said what he needed to say. It would take him another day to collect evidence and go to court. Chen Shoujing said, "Have a good rest. I won't bother you here. If you have any questions, we can contact each other by phone."

After seeing Chen Shoujing off, Mao Suiqiong found a random coffee shop nearby and sat in a corner. He opened his mobile phone, logged into his email, and opened an email.

This was sent this morning, and it lists some evidence of Ren Xiuming's infidelity over the years, including what he did to Liu Minmin. Most of it is text, and there is very little picture evidence, but Mao Suiqiongsi has no doubt about the authenticity of this email.

Because she also received an email from an unknown source at midnight last night. The other party sent an email, which was not enough. He also called her several times using a fake base station mobile phone number and sent her a text message asking her to check her mailbox. He was afraid that she would not see it.

The content of the email was also very simple, with only two sentences:

[Liu Minmin is very likely to commit suicide tonight. The decision to save her or not is in your hands. Friendly reminder, the truth of the matter may not be that simple.]

As for the sender of the email, although she had no evidence, her intuition told her that it was Song Zhiyi who did it, including inviting Chen Shoujing to help her.

This is a world-renowned lawyer who has been in the profession for more than 20 years and has rarely lost a case. It is really a waste of his talent to ask him to help her with a small divorce case.

*

On the other side, the Song family.

Upon learning that the Song family's aunt had taken a leave, the siblings only ate a bite of breakfast. After walking the cat, Qi Nanfeng followed them home very naturally. After asking for the location of the kitchen, he went straight in and started to work.

Naturally, Song Zhiyu was a little unsure whether he had missed any key dialogue.

"Xiao Yu? What are you thinking about?" Song Zhiyi came over with a computer and motioned him to make room.

"It's okay." Song Zhiyu smelled the fragrance coming from the kitchen and decided to ignore this problem for the time being.

Song Zhiyi is asking someone to find substantial evidence of Ren Xiuming's cheating. Someone has set up a card book as a plug-in, and the progress is unusually smooth.

"Sister," Song Zhiyu glanced at the kitchen far away from them and whispered unnecessarily, "Did Liu Minmin really commit suicide?"

Last night he was enjoying watching melons with great interest, but Song Zhiyi suddenly jumped up and asked him to find Mao Suiqiong's personal contact information as soon as possible, saying that Liu Minmin might commit suicide, which scared him.

"Yes, but Mao Suiqiong went there in time and rescued her."

Song Zhiyi couldn't help but feel scared when she thought of this. The original story line was also like this. After Liu Minmin found out about her life experience, she quietly committed suicide in the apartment. Mao Suiqiong, as Liu Minmin's teacher and the first person to discover the scene, suffered a serious mental shock and passed away a few years later. Ren Xiuming, on the other hand, was very carefree. He made a lot of money by using his character of missing his deceased wife.

"Fortunately he was rescued, and the scumbag hasn't gotten his comeuppance yet." Song Zhiyu muttered, "But is it really okay to let Qi Nanfeng's mother get involved in this matter?"

"How dare you say that?" Song Zhiyi rolled his eyes. "Don't you see who let slip that I wanted to find a lawyer for Mao Suiqiong?"

Song Zhiyu argued feebly: "This isn't the first time I've run into Aunt Chen, so I had to chat with her. Who knew she was actually a lawyer?"

"And then you just say to them, 'What a coincidence, my sister is just looking for a lawyer recently', right?"

"That's just a waste of time..." Song Zhiyu sat a little further away, "If you don't trust her, I'll find a reason to refuse."

"I'm not worried about Ms. Chen's professional ability," After all, it would be almost impossible for her to find a better one. Song Zhiyi stepped back and said, "It's just that..."

Doesn't it seem like she owes someone a huge favor now? It's so annoying.

By the way, other people’s sons are still chefs at home.

Song Zhiyi sat up straight, kicked his brother and said, "Go, if you have nothing to do, go to the kitchen and help."

“…”

Five minutes later, the air was filled with the smell of burning plastic and, at the same time, there seemed to be a rumbling sound like that of a renovation site.

Before Song Zhiyi could figure out where the sound came from, he heard a very penetrating voice immediately following.

"Song Zhiyu, please get out."

*

Song Zhiyu went into the kitchen once and found that the range hood was almost broken. The range hood, which was originally silent, was now so loud that it sounded as if there were ten ghost fires living inside.

In response, Song Zhiyu said: "I don't know!"

Qi Nanfeng felt his forehead throbbing. What on earth did Song Zhiyu do during the five minutes when he was preparing the food?

Qi Nanfeng, wearing thick baking gloves, pulled out the steamer that could be placed anywhere except on the iron pot. He was puzzled and asked, "Why do you have to steam eggs in an iron pot?"

Song Zhiyu looked back at him with clear and guilty eyes: "Didn't you tell me to put it in the pot?"

"…Is it possible that he was talking about the steamer instead of the iron pot?" He now knew who those dazzling array of sticky notes in the kitchen were for.

Song Zhiyu: "I thought, they are all pots, and the iron pots have been taken out." Who could have thought that the steamer would melt and stick to it.

"Forget it." Qi Nanfeng calmed down and mercilessly ordered him to leave, "Song Zhiyu, please get out."

Just get out.

Song Zhiyu walked away with her head held high and her chest puffed out. As soon as she was out of Qi Nanfeng's sight, she immediately trotted away and asked bitterly, "Sister, there seems to be a little problem in the kitchen. Do you know the repair phone number for the range hood?"

“…”

After finishing their lunch with great difficulty, Qi Nanfeng reminded them at least five times not to light an open flame when no one else was at home before leaving with a heavy heart.

Their parents... have a really good attitude to leave this pair of siblings alone at home.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but I always feel that Qi Nanfeng’s back looked a little sad when he left.

Song Zhiyu touched his nose guiltily, confirmed the service time with the maintenance technician, and found a wall to lean against to play with his phone.

The afternoon sun was bright, and Qiuqiu spread out on a square carpet by the window to bask in the sun before sleeping. Song Zhiyi was following Ren Xiuming's story line with a character card book, trying to avoid all the pitfalls in advance, so that he could leave the house smoothly, lose his reputation, and live a miserable life.

The room was silent, with only the occasional sound of typing or the rustling of writing.

Song Zhiyu rubbed his eyes and yawned loudly. Because of Liu Minmin's matter yesterday, he and his sister didn't sleep well and got up early in the morning. Now he could hardly open his eyes even when he was standing.

How about grinding two cups of coffee? Song Zhiyu stretched his back and walked towards the bar.

Although he is not good at cooking, he has been grinding coffee beans for more than ten years. Song Zhiyu stirred the freshly ground coffee powder skillfully, and did not forget to refresh the page on his mobile phone.

The next second, his half-closed eyes suddenly widened, and his left hand trembled, spilling a lot of brown coffee powder, but he didn't care about these details.

Song Zhiyu grabbed her phone and ran out happily: "Sister, I'm on the trending search! It's not bought by the company!"

"Wow, you're great." Song Zhiyi read it emotionlessly, took the phone and glanced at it casually, then knitted his eyebrows together in confusion, "What kind of crappy entry is this?"

It's not her fault for saying such nonsense, the entry is really weird.

After all, the hot search term for a good artist would be #宋知寓拆恷徦#!