"Qiao Qiao..."
A soft voice rang out, and Song Jinqiao was so startled that she dropped the phone in her hand onto the ground. However, she didn't have time to care about the phone, and her dark eyes swept around.
"Mother!"
Where is mom?
Why don’t you come out and meet her? She wants to see her, even if she is an illusion created by the power of the seal.
"Qiao Qiao, come here... Mom is here..."
Following the sound, Song Jinqiao opened the door and walked towards the living room. In the half-open kitchen, a woman in an apron had her back to Song Jinqiao.
Seeing the woman's back, Song Jinqiao's figure froze suddenly. He didn't dare to move at all, staring at the woman with his eyes wide open.
"Qiao Qiao, Mom..."
The woman turned around while talking
Just when Song Jinqiao was about to see the woman's face, her vision suddenly went dark, and she fell straight down in free fall as if she had lost weight.
“Gulp gulp…”
After Song Jinqiao regained her sight, she found herself sinking in the sea. The light projected from above was blurry but dazzling. She was clearly alone at the moment, but she felt as if there were countless noisy sounds in her ears, so crowded that she couldn't breathe.
The countless bubbles that emerged around her glowed faintly, and countless images appeared on the bubbles.
…
"Doctor, how is the young lady doing? She's been sitting in her room in a daze for the entire day."
This is... Rong Ma's voice.
"Don't worry, has the young lady been angry for no reason recently?"
"Yes, yes. He often throws things for no apparent reason and doesn't like to talk anymore."
"How was your sleep, young lady?"
"I couldn't sleep for a while, and now I fall asleep but I can't wake up no matter how hard I try."
"...Mrs. Rong, don't worry. I think I have a rough estimate, but I still need to tell the head of the family about the young lady first."
…
"Huh? Are you mentally ill?" The man sitting at the table signing documents paused, raised his eyebrows, and looked at the subordinate standing in front of him with his dark and indifferent eyes.
The subordinate said respectfully: "Yes, the doctor has diagnosed that the young lady may have a mental problem recently."
The man stopped what he was doing and casually turned the black metal pen in his hand a few times.
The atmosphere was stagnant for a moment, and the subordinate stood aside with a hint of sweat on his forehead.
After a while, the man said, "Get ready and take her there tomorrow."
The subordinate's expression froze, and he nodded slightly, saying, "Yes."
This "she" of course refers to Song Jinqiao.
…
A black, low-key and luxurious car slowly drove into the manor and stopped in front of the castle-like house. The butler hurriedly opened the car door, and a man in a black suit slowly came out. His handsome face exuded a mature and steady charm, and behind him followed a little girl who was almost half his leg height.
She was wearing a pink and white princess dress, and in her arms was a delicate and beautiful doll wearing the same pink dress as her.
Her pretty and delicate little face was like a doll, her skin was white and transparent, as smooth and delicate as cream, but her crystal clear black eyes seemed a little empty, as if she had lost her soul.
"Master, Miss."
The servants waiting outside saw the two of them and called out to them.
Little Song Jinqiao lowered his head, looking like he didn't want to talk to anyone, and followed the housekeeper in a depressed manner.
When they reached the exquisite and gorgeous door, the butler stopped and stood respectfully in front of the door. Little Song Jinqiao also stood beside the butler, staring at the tightly closed door.
Inside the room, the man walked over to the woman sitting on the chair, placed his long, slender hands on top of her head, and gently touched her head.
"How was your day?" he asked the nurse standing next to him.
The woman sitting on the chair stared straight at the mirror on the table. She was wearing a gorgeous and colorful dress, which set off her elegant posture.
The high nose bridge and rosy cheeks complement each other, making her look charming and noble. Her long eyelashes fluttered gently, as if they were drawn by a painter with the most delicate brushstrokes.
The female nurse said nervously and respectfully, "Master, the wife has been doing well recently. She is emotionally stable, eats three meals a day on time, and has finished her medicine."
Song Yanli raised his eyebrows in surprise, then smiled softly, bent down slightly and approached the woman's cheek, pinched her chin with his big hand and made her look at him. The pair of black and white eyes reflected his figure, and he couldn't help but lower his head and kiss her lips.
The nurse left the room very tactfully.
The man kissed her until she was out of breath before slowly letting her go. He smiled in a good mood and touched her cheek lovingly, his eyes full of doting: "You've been so well behaved lately. You don't even go on a hunger strike anymore."
"Since you've been so good, I'll give you a reward, okay?"
The woman obviously didn't want to pay any attention to him. The moment he let her go, she turned her head and stared at the mirror again.
Seeing this, a gloom flashed across Song Yanli's eyes, but he had suffered too much such indifference from this woman, so in an instant he returned to his usual calm demeanor.
"I brought my daughter here today."
Suddenly, the woman's eyes fell on him, and her originally dark and empty eyes flashed with light.
Song Yanli stood up, walked to the sofa beside him and sat down, picked up the cup on the table and took a sip of water. He unbuttoned two buttons of his shirt, revealing his muscular chest. His eyes, as if painted in ink, looked at the woman who had been sitting on the chair as if staring at prey.
"You should know what to do."
Almost as soon as she finished speaking, the woman stood up and walked towards him, dragging the golden chain by her feet.
After the kiss, seeing that the half-dressed woman still wanted to continue, Song Yanli grabbed her hand, put it to his lips and kissed it, then hugged her and straightened her clothes, with a dark light in his eyes.
"You're so anxious... See your daughter first."
Putting the woman on the soft sofa, he stood up and walked to the door, opened it, and the moment he lowered his head, he met those clear and bright black eyes.
"Come in. It'll be half a day. I'll pick you up in the evening."
The moment he walked out the door, little Song Jinqiao walked into the room holding her doll.
"Mom." She called the woman.
Xia Yunshu sat on the sofa, a smile on her face like a lotus emerging from the water, and waved to her.
"Mom!" Little Song Jinqiao ran over with her short legs and tried to climb onto the sofa, but before she could climb up, she was hugged into someone's arms.
"Qiao Qiao, how are you doing recently? Do you miss your mother?" Xia Yunshu touched her head and asked with a gentle smile.
Little Song Jinqiao stared at the golden chain at Xia Yunshu's feet and replied, "I'm fine, Mom. I miss you so much."
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