Chapter 217
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On the phone, Tang Nuan probably noticed her silence, so she asked, "Why are you looking for Qin Yinan?"
Even though Song Qingchun found it hard to accept this situation, just as she was about to ask Tang Nuan if she could get Brother Yinan to answer the phone, she heard the sound of a bathroom door opening. "Tang Nuan, where's the towel?"
"In a minute." Tang Nuan replied with two words before tossing the phone onto the bed. Then, Song Qingchun heard the sound of footsteps. It was probably Tang Nuan who was drying Qin Yinan's hair with a towel.
She couldn't see what was happening on the other end of the phone, so she couldn't tell who was the initiator. In any case, through the howling of the wind, she could hear the sound of kissing and Tang Nuan's light panting on the other end of the phone.
Song Qingchun felt like her throat was blocked by something, and it was incredibly sore. She opened her mouth to say something, but in the end, she could only move her lips soundlessly. Then, she pulled the phone away from her ear and hung up on it.
When Song Cheng died, he was in the army and not by her side. She had been through it all alone.
Now that he was back, he said he would return the kindness that Song Cheng had shown her, but when she needed him the most, he was by another woman's side.
Her idea of coming back from the dead had not even formed into a confession when it was once again brutally and mercilessly smashed into nothingness.
Song Qingchun held back the tears in her eyes as she called her sister-in-law, but there was no answer. Then, she called the landline at home, but there was no answer. Song Qingchun tried many times, but to no avail.
In this world, they were the only people she could turn to for help, but at that moment, she had no one to rely on.
Her dream since she was young was to be intimate with another woman, but she couldn't get in touch with her family no matter how hard she tried. Furthermore, her brother, who seemed to hate her but loved her the most, was murdered.
These two changes in the same day were too much for Song Qingchun to handle.
She had never felt so isolated and helpless before, as if the whole world had abandoned her.
She didn't know how many times she dialed her home phone, but no one answered. Finally, she couldn't help but squat down on the desolate mountain road, crying out in despair.
She knew very well that all these years, she had been reluctant to let go of her dream. Today, she had finally given up.
Cheng Qingchong noticed that Su Zhinian was absent-minded during dinner. He kept glancing at the time like he was hesitating about something.
With her previous experience at the company, Cheng Qingchong really didn't have the courage to say anything, so she maintained her silence.
After paying the bill and returning to the car, Cheng Qingchong asked, "CEO Su, where are we going now?"
When Su Zhinian heard this, his eyes dimmed. He pressed his lips together and said, "The company."
The car started to move, and before long, Su Zhinian suddenly said, "Er …"
He said two words and then stopped, as if he was struggling with something in his heart.
He should give Song Qingchun a call to hear whether she sounded happy or sad. Then, he would know whether her confession was a success or a failure, but he needed an excuse. In that moment, Su Zhinian came up with one. He pulled out his phone from his pocket and called Song Qingchun.
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