Chapter 51

"When did it happen?"

Song Zhiyi's mouth tightened and his expression instantly darkened.

Miao Henliu's words were like a bomb that exploded in her heart, and she couldn't calm down for a while. Song Zhiyi could only take a deep breath and asked again, "Did they find out about your background?"

"should?"

Miao Henliu didn't take it too seriously and was busy cleaning up the debris. "Although Liu Qifan didn't say it explicitly, from the looks of it, it seems that he has discovered my origins and is waiting for me to return home with tears of gratitude to recognize my ancestors.

"As for the time, it was a few days before you came here," Miao Henliu laughed sarcastically, "Liu Qifan is quite different from what I imagined."

"Hmm?" Song Zhiyi was still thinking about something else and subconsciously let out a puzzled nasal sound.

"Hasn't there been a lot of media hype about him? 'Green River President Enters Reality' or something like that? Although I've never met him, I've always thought he would be... aloof and cool in the workplace?" Miao Henliu cleaned up the broken pieces and went to the other side of the room to get a vacuum cleaner. "It turns out that he is really quite cool, as if making a face would cost him his life.

"How should I put it? When I looked at him that day, I felt that his left eye said 'I am noble' and his right eye said 'stupid human beings'. It was as if he was the first monkey to walk down from the ground and begin to evolve. He had a faint sense of wisdom.

"This guy is so different from what the media has said. I don't understand why he buys so many press releases. He is not in the entertainment industry. Is he counting on his fans to boost sales for his company's products?"

"..." Song Zhiyi couldn't help but crooked her eyes.

"Laughing?" Miao Henliu came back with the vacuum cleaner and laughed, "Why do you have such a long face? You are not afraid of that mentally retarded monkey."

"Of course not..." Song Zhiyi rubbed his face and said, "I was just thinking about something else. Anyway, Sister Miaomiao, if someone from the Liu family comes to see you in the future, you must be careful and don't go to see them alone."

"I know, I know."

Miao Henliu turned on the vacuum cleaner and a buzzing sound was heard. Song Zhiyi turned over and leaned on the back of the chair, watching her movements quietly.

"Okay, there should be no more debris. Be careful when you walk and don't walk barefoot. I'll ask someone to take the carpet to be cleaned tomorrow." After vacuuming the surroundings carefully, Miao Henliu said.

Song Zhiyi responded with a "hmm", his brows wrinkled and relaxed from time to time, obviously troubled by something.

Miao Henliu put the vacuum cleaner back in place, went to the kitchen to wash his hands, but without wiping them, he walked up to Song Zhiyi and snapped his fingers, "Are you still thinking about those bastards from the Liu family?"

"..." Song Zhiyi wiped the water droplets on her face. It was rare that she didn't join in the noise. She said calmly, "I was just wondering how the Liu family found you."

"Who knows? Maybe it was calculated. Didn't you also mention that they have a spirit medium? Or a charlatan or something like that?" Miao Henliu took a tissue and wiped his hands. "Come to think of it, Liu Qifan gave me a gift when he came to see me."

"What?"

"A pendant."

*

It really looks like just an ordinary pendant.

Song Zhiyi was lying on the bed, holding a thin silver chain in her hand, looking at the cat's eye stone inlaid on it under the light.

It was light green, with a clear, delicate luster. It looked like a good thing, but it was precisely because it was a good thing that Song Zhiyi found it strange.

According to Miao Henliu, Liu Qifan's attitude towards her was not very good, as if he was forced to come. Song Zhiyi could understand this, after all, Miao Henliu could sit in the position of president of Zhiman, her ability was obvious to all, and Liu Qifan would be stupid to take the initiative to invite a competitor home.

But Liu Qifan's position in the Liu family was not low either, and the only person who could force him to come looking for someone was that old man Liu Shunan. Liu Shunan was not even Miao Henliu's biological father, but only her grandfather. Why did he care so much about such an illegitimate granddaughter?

There must be something fishy going on.

But what exactly is so strange... I can't guess!

Song Zhiyi tried hard to recall the long dream she had when she was unconscious a few months ago. She tried to find traces of Miao Henliu from the emotional drama between Song Zhiyu, Lin Xiaofeng and Liu Qifan, but unfortunately, she couldn't remember anything even though her brain was about to explode.

It’s like the person Miao Henliu doesn’t exist at all.

This shouldn't happen.

Song Zhiyi's eyes became more and more profound. As the "butterfly" in the butterfly effect, she knew clearly what she could influence and what she could not.

For example, when Mother Song Yunzhi went to the mountain village to adopt Miao Henliu, she would have done it whether she was there or not, because Miao Henliu's grandmother called for help.

Miao Henliu worked hard to complete his studies with the help of Song Junzhi. Even without her, he would not be an unknown person. More importantly, although Miao Henliu was not very familiar with Song Zhiyu, he treated him as a younger brother. He would not watch him die from emotional trauma and cyber violence. He was not there from beginning to end.

Unless, Miao Henliu was not rescued by Song Junzhi at all. In other words, Grandma Miao did not make that call, and someone solved the problem of Miao Henliu going to school before that. Then the question is, who is this mysterious person?

Thinking of the Liu family's current reaction, Song Zhiyi effortlessly thought of that name - Liu Shunan.

Tsk, what a headache! If that's the case, Miao Henliu should at least appear in Liu Qifan's character card, right? After all, judging by how much Liu Shunan values ​​Miao Henliu now, it doesn't seem like he wants to take her back and raise her as a toy. The Liu family is not short of sweet-talking and flattering kids.

With Miao Henliu's ability, if she is given the slightest opportunity, she will climb up the ladder. Not to mention kicking out Liu Qifan to take over (after all, Liu Shunan is an old-fashioned man who favors boys over girls), but it won't be difficult for her to become the second-in-command. However, in Liu Qifan's original character card, there was no trace of her at all.

How come a living person can’t be found anywhere?

Song Zhiyi scratched his hair irritably, turned over and sat up, took the character card album placed by the window and opened it, found Liu Qifan's character card, and not surprisingly saw the blurred handwriting behind the character card information, as if covered by mist.

This character card book is getting harder and harder to use. I don't know if it's because it's been updated too many times and there are more and more variables, but the character card information of several key characters has become increasingly blurred, or there are garbled characters.

For example, the character card of Liu Qifan, the "male protagonist", has a lot of handwriting on the back that looks like watercolors that have seeped onto straw paper, forming a bunch of ink blobs; Lin Xiaofeng, as the "female protagonist", has words on her character card that are still clearly readable, but there are large sections missing, which is frustrating to look at.

As for Song Zhiyu, the situation is similar. A lot of the future information is blurred or missing, but there is only one thing that has never changed. Or it has only changed once in the Zhang San incident.

That was the end of Song Zhiyu's death. April 7th, even the date hadn't changed.

His eyes paused on the date, Song Zhiyi closed the character card album and stuffed it under the pillow together with the pendant he had asked for from Miao Henliu.

This crappy character card book must be broken, or the computing power is insufficient to predict the subsequent development of events. This must be the case. Song Zhiyi nodded in agreement.

The window was not closed, it seemed to be raining outside, and the wind blowing in was chilly.

Song Zhiyi rubbed his arms, turned off the night light, lay down, covered himself with the quilt, put his hands behind his head, and listened to the rain in a trance.

It's a pity that when I first got the character card book, I didn't know that this thing would be updated. If I had known earlier, I should have recorded the information of the first edition and compared it with the updated one now.

It has been so long that, apart from Song Zhiyu's information, she can hardly remember what the original version of other people's information was. There are only a few inconsistent pieces of information that can be confirmed. The one that impressed her the most was the healthy and lively appearance of Liu Shunan in her dream.

There is no other reason, this appearance is really too different from reality.

Some people look like they are about to die, which makes people feel happier.

Song Zhiyi closed his eyes and rubbed his head against the pillow. Speaking of which, six or seven years ago, wasn't old man Liu Shunan critically ill? It was said that the grave and the coffin were ready, and Liu Qifan's father even used this as an excuse to come to the Song family to invite them, as if he was here to seek peace.

As for why it was "seemingly", it was because her father asked an old friend to send her and Song Zhiyu to the army for training for about a month. After the training, Liu Shunan's body miraculously recovered. It was really a pity.

If I remember correctly, it was the time for the midterm exam, and because of this incident, she almost lost the first place in her grade...

Wait, midterms? Aren't those in April?

Boom——

The sound of rain gradually increased and thunder rumbled in the sky.

Lightning struck, and the room suddenly became bright. Song Zhiyi opened his eyes, with deep fear in his eyes.

*

Song Zhiyi booked the nearest flight back to Anchuan overnight. Miao Henliu had already gone to rest, so Song Zhiyi did not disturb her. She put her umbrella and personality card booklet in her bag and took a taxi to the airport.

There was lightning and thunder outside and the plane was delayed. Song Zhiyi bit into a sandwich bought from a convenience store and drank a cup of black coffee, which was so bitter that it grimaced.

At five in the morning, the sky was just getting light and the thunderstorm finally stopped. Song Zhiyi took her bag and got on the airport shuttle.

An hour and a half later, the plane landed smoothly.

As soon as he got off the plane, Song Zhiyi couldn't help shivering.

After staying in Hong City for too long, I almost forgot the temperature difference between the two places. I came back wearing a short-sleeved shirt, and now I have a lot of goose bumps on my arms.

It was too late... or too early, and Song Zhiyi had no one to contact to pick her up. She could only endure the cold while opening the map to find the nearest clothing store. She also had to find a way to send a message to Song Zhiyu and Miao Henliu, so that they wouldn't be worried when they woke up and couldn't find anyone.

Let’s send one to Aunt Lin as well. Song Zhiyi stepped on the escalator and found Aunt Lin’s contact box.

Aunt Lin should be awake by the time we get home. It would be best if I could make her some ginger soup or something. The airport is so big, she can’t get out for a while, and she might catch a cold.

Song Zhiyi looked down at her phone, her fingers typing slowly on the screen, her two bare arms pressed tightly against her body, her brows wrinkled, her eyes a little red, and she sniffed from time to time. She looked pitiful, like a little rabbit whose carrot had been stolen.

It was still dark and the temperature was less than 20 degrees. Why was she wearing so little? What happened?

Qi Nanfeng frowned slightly, handed the box in his hand to his assistant, and strode towards Song Zhiyi.

"It's really you. I almost thought I was seeing things."

It's Qi Nanfeng.

Song Zhiyi had just gotten off the elevator and was standing there studying the navigation to find the clothing store. Before she could answer, she heard the voice and a thin windbreaker, still carrying the warmth of her body temperature, fell on her shoulders.

There was a very fresh pine scent on the clothes, which reminded her of the quiet forest in the morning.

The cold arm was stimulated by the warm temperature, Song Zhiyi's nose started to itch and he sneezed softly.

"Have you caught a cold?" Qi Nanfeng asked hurriedly.

"No, I just felt a little windy." Song Zhiyi shook his head and curled his fingers.

"You're taking such a late flight and you don't even bring thick clothes. Give me your bag and put on your coat." Qi Nanfeng spread out his hands, his meaning was very clear.

After taking off his windbreaker, he was only wearing an ordinary white shirt with the hem tucked into his suit trousers, making his legs look incredibly long.

"Aren't you cold?" Song Zhiyi asked.

"It's just a few steps, not necessary." Qi Nanfeng still held his hands out, his shirt buttons unbuttoned, revealing a thin forearm. "You've been frozen for a long time, haven't you? Put it on first, and you'll be fine when you get on the bus later."

Song Zhiyi looked down at the big hand in front of her, slowly took off her bag and handed it over, then began to put on her windbreaker, skipped the previous question, and asked instead: "Why are you at the airport so late?"

The sleeves were too long, and after rolling up the left one, the right one kept falling down. Song Zhiyi was a little impatient, so she just piled them up in her palm and held them.

"Someone leaked my itinerary, so I just changed my flight," Qi Nanfeng hung his bag on his elbow and carefully lifted up Song Zhiyi's right sleeve without touching her skin. "Is anyone coming to pick you up?"

Song Zhiyi shook her head.

After rolling up his sleeves, Qi Nanfeng took back his hand and said, "Why don't you take my car? Where are you going? I'll take you there."

"Just go home." Song Zhiyi replied.

Qi Nanfeng waved to the man who was standing not far in front, pushing a large black box, and then walked over with Song Zhiyi.

"Xiao Qi, my assistant," Qi Nanfeng walked up to him and introduced, "This is Song Zhiyi, Song Zhiyu's sister."

"Hello, Mr. Song. I have heard a lot about you."

Xiao Qi greeted her and his eyes fell on the windbreaker Song Zhiyi was wearing, with a strange light in his eyes.