Chapter 23
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Su Zhinian stared at the document for a long time before placing it lightly on the coffee table. He stood up, and after a second of hesitation, he walked out of the study and headed for his bedroom.
Su Zhinian pushed the door open lightly and stepped into the bedroom.
Song Qingchun was fast asleep in his bed. Even though she had been in the warm bed for so long, her lips were still purple from the cold.
The heater in the room was turned up high, and she was probably feeling a bit warm because the blanket was lifted slightly.
Su Zhinian walked to the bed and pulled the blanket back over her. Then, his gaze fell on her face.
Her facial features were exquisite; her brows were long, and her nose was sharp; she looked just like the girl in his memory.
Su Zhinian stared at Song Qingchun for a long time before turning to leave.
The next day was Saturday, Auntie Sun's day off. Auntie Sun returned home that night.
When Su Zhinian woke up, Song Qingchun was still asleep. When he was washing up, he accidentally wet his right hand. He bandaged the wound on his right hand before leaving with his car keys.
When Su Zhinian returned, it was already one hour later. He parked the car, grabbed the breakfast from the passenger seat, and got out.
He keyed in the password and pushed the door open. When he was changing into his slippers, he heard a conversation coming from upstairs.
His expression froze, and after listening for two sentences, he realized it was Song Qingchun on the phone.
Even though Su Zhinian had excellent hearing, he did not always pay attention to other people's conversations, so he continued to change into his slippers.
When Su Zhinian walked into the living room, he caught a word from Song Qingchun's words. "Brother Yinan."
Brother Yinan.
These were two words that he could not be more familiar with.
Song Qingchun's Brother Yinan could only be one person, and that person was Qin Yinan.
Su Zhinian's footsteps stopped, and his hands that held the bag of breakfast tightened unconsciously.
"Brother Yinan, you're really leaving the military and returning to Beijing? That's great, when are you coming back? I'll come pick you up … on the third of next month? My birthday is on the eighth of next month, you have to treat me to a meal and prepare a present for me … "
A flash of mockery crossed Su Zhinian's eyes as he suddenly turned and walked out the door.
He didn't even change out of his slippers and walked straight to the door. It was as if there was a fire hidden in his chest. He slammed the door loudly and quickly walked out of the villa.
Su Zhinian walked all the way to the trashcan across the street before he stopped. Then, he threw the breakfast that he had queued for half an hour into the trashcan without batting an eyelid.
After hanging up, Song Qingchun's eyes were filled with joy. The words that Qin Yinan had told her on the phone kept repeating in her mind. "Song Song, I'm going back to Beijing."
I'm going back to Beijing … It was just a few simple words, but it was enough to make Song Qingchun jump for joy.
This was probably the only good news she had heard since Song Cheng's suicide.
Song Qingchun's lips curved into a smile, and she couldn't help herself from mumbling, "Brother Yinan is coming back …"
But before she could finish talking to herself, the bedroom door was violently pushed open.
Song Qingchun subconsciously stopped talking and turned to look.
Su Zhinian stood at the door, glaring at her coldly. "Since you're awake, get out of my sight!"
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