Today is the beginning of summer, and the temperature is as high as 30 degrees. Song Xijiao is wearing a fresh and slim dress with heavy floral patterns, a contrasting waist and a green calfskin zipper handbag with adjustable shoulder straps, and green wrap-around ankle straps on her feet.
A whole fresh and natural.
She went to the police station and inquired about the progress of the previous incident. The police said that since the incident was too minor and the person involved could not be found, no punishment would be imposed.
Song Xijiao's lips curled up slightly, "You said you can't find the person involved?"
"Yes, the number holder has no idea about this."
“Where’s the video of the venue?”
Zhang Yan held up a transparent ziplock bag. "We checked around the venue and found this in a trash can about 100 meters away. According to the technical department's inspection, it was remotely controlled. Perhaps you accidentally clicked on a link, allowing them to take control of your computer."
Song Xijiao smiled, "Sorry to bother you, Officer Zhang, I'll be leaving first."
Yang Peifeng didn't understand why she left. Someone damaged her reputation, didn't she want to pursue it?
Song Xijiao paused before stepping out of Zhang Yan's office, and looked directly into Yang Peifeng's eyes with an unclear expression.
"Old Yang, the person who posted the photo wanted to destroy my will, but I'm thirty-five, not fifteen. If my will were so weak, the moss on my tombstone would probably have covered my grandson's name."
"With such obvious intentions, I can guess who it is without even checking. But why do they know so many details? What role does she play in this?"
Yang Peifeng's pupils trembled slightly, and he had a bad premonition.
“Bang!”
A clear and loud sound, mixed with Yang Peifeng's dilated pupils of surprise.
Song Xijiao raised her hand and slapped Zhao Ruobin decisively.
"Mr. Song!"
"Ruo Bin, people are not afraid of accomplishing anything, but they are afraid of taking the wrong path. You have learned what you need to learn, and I really don't have anything better to teach you. I can accompany you on the road ahead, but you must have a righteous heart and not follow certain people down the wrong path. If you follow them, you will suffer a fate worse than death."
"Sister, what do you mean!"
"The meaning is obvious."
Song Xijiao folded her arms across her chest, raised her chin slightly, and looked neither humble nor arrogant.
"Go tell your mother to stop. I promised her a tombstone after her death. Otherwise... I don't know what I would do."
Zhao Ruobin trembled slightly. He thought Song Xijiao was just like him. The angrier she got, the more she lost her composure.
But he didn't know that Song Xijiao would not do anything illegal for revenge.
"Zhao Ruobin, what do you mean!"
"She told me to tell you to stop."
"Stop? Why?" Lin Qingrou's voice was sharp, her eyes bloodshot.
He scoffed. "Do you think she really cares about those photos? She just wants to find the person behind it, and you just walked into her trap."
"Bang!"
Muffled sound.
Lin Qingrou suddenly raised her hand and slapped Zhao Ruobin in the face.
Zhao Ruobin also raised his hand and slapped Lin Qingrou in the face.
“Bang!”
"I gave birth to you and raised you, and yet you turned your arm outward."
"You gave birth to me and raised me? And you even taught me to hurt others."
What a deep love between mother and son.
When Zhao Ruobin was a child, unlike Lin Ruoxue who was outgoing and flamboyant, he was often bullied by his classmates.
After Lin Qingrou found out, she did not comfort him, but suppressed and blamed him over and over again.
"Why do others bully you? Is it because you are not good enough and you are too cowardly? Look at Ruoxue, how come she is never bullied?"
"Ruo Bin, you disappoint me so much."
"It would be great if you could learn from Ruoxue."
“…”
When he was a child, he prayed more than once that his mother would pay more attention to him, just a little bit.
Gradually, he discovered that the world was cold and even his own mother only used him as a tool to fulfill her vanity.
He didn't even know who Song Xijiao was, so Lin Qingrou asked him to treat Song Xijiao as an imaginary enemy and bully and destroy her desperately.
He was obviously not like that, but under his mother's brainwashing day after day, he gradually came to enjoy such a life.
He never dared to express his true feelings in front of his mother. He even thought that the day his mother died, he would be as happy as a child.
All his suffering and pain were caused by Lin Qingrou.
Gave birth to him, but didn't love him.
To the point that he didn't like women or children. He was afraid and panicked. He felt that all women were copies of Lin Qingrou.
Pei Zhiting said that being born a girl means being subject to too many restrictions and rules.
Instead of entrusting your own safety to others, it is better to improve your own abilities so that you can save yourself no matter what danger you encounter.
"I hope she can be strong, but also have a soft heart."
"She is so lucky to have inherited all your wealth at birth."
What she didn't get, her daughter got, which can be considered a kind of compensation.
Pei Zhiting was silent for a moment before he said, "You're wrong. I'm lucky enough that she's willing to be born."
Song Xijiao held his arm. His arms were strong and powerful. He could hold herself and lift up his daughter. He was also slowly and continuously giving strength to them.
"Then I'm quite lucky. Mr. Pei is willing to be the father of my child."
Pei Zhiting stroked her hair, and he recalled her bright and innocent smile when she was a child. In a blink of an eye, she had grown up. Over the years, she had gradually become his salvation, and he was her home.
"Then I am even luckier, not only to be your husband but also the father of your child."
Her throat felt a little sour, the feeling of being deeply loved by her lover was so strong.
"Dad, Mom, what are you doing?"
Their kiss was interrupted by their daughter's clear, childish voice.
For so long, Pei Zhiting was still indulging in pleasure with her. Every weekend, he would give Aunt Liu a day off, send Doudou back to the old house, and then drive the Cullinan with pink interior to go for a picnic in the nearby mountains and forests, build Lego at home, watch movies, and spend this hard-earned relaxation and happiness together.
Love can be so ordinary that it leaves people with no waves in their hearts, or it can be so grand that it can withstand all the vicissitudes of life.
Pei Zhiting hates it most when others disturb the rare time he and his lover spend alone.
The caller ID may be: Teacher.
He suddenly stopped, adjusted his breathing, picked up the phone on the bedside table that was about to fall to the ground due to the ringing, and put it to her ear.
"Be quiet."
He couldn't bear to leave her even an inch, but he had to answer the phone.
“…”
"I talked too much and made you uncomfortable."
snort.
Knowing that she was upset, he still said so much.
They had a very fulfilling twenty-four hours, both physically and mentally.
His teacher found his first love after many years and asked Pei Zhiting to recognize her.
They met at a Japanese restaurant.
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