Chapter 285
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"I really hope I can meet you, I hope you're willing to."
After Song Qingchun sent that message, she was reminded of his reluctance to meet her. Could it be that he has low self-esteem? Is he ugly? Or is he poor? Or does he have a disability?
Song Qingchun bit her finger and thought about it for a moment. She felt like her conjecture was very plausible, so she continued typing on the keyboard. "Don't worry, I'm not a shallow person. I won't look down on someone because of their looks, money, or illness. Furthermore, you've treated me so well, and I can't thank you enough for that."
After sending that long message, Song Qingchun yawned and placed her phone aside. She closed her eyes and lay down for a while before she picked up her phone to send another message to the number. "Happy New Year."
Su Zhinian leaned elegantly against the dining table with a cup of hot tea in his hand. He read through the messages Song Qingchun sent one by one seriously.
Actually, he was worried about whether she was sick or having a fever, so he sent the message "Happy New Year" to test the waters. He didn't expect her to reply so quickly, so she was probably fine.
However, he didn't expect her to notice that the owner of the message was the same person who saved her …
When Su Zhinian read the last message from Song Qingchun, his lips couldn't help but curl into a smile.
Not a shallow person?
What's going on in that weird head of hers? Could it be that she thinks I'm an ugly monster? Or poor as hell?
Su Zhinian raised his head to study the luxuriously decorated bungalow. Then, his gaze fell on one of the porcelains.
He had won it at Hong Kong with a bid of nine digits.
And his looks … Su Zhinian turned to glance at the mirror … but he didn't comment.
Su Zhinian finished his tea and sniffled. He went upstairs, and just as he turned off the light in his bedroom, the phone in his palm rang again.
It was another message from her, and it was the same as the one he had sent her. "Happy New Year."
"Happy New Year, Tingting."
His heart, at this moment, became incomparably soft and gentle.
The close calls made Song Qingchun realize that none of this was an accident; it was a deliberate act.
As a result, she didn't dare to go out during the Spring Festival. Basically, she rejected all the invitations from her friends. She stayed at home, playing chess with Song Menghwa, chatting, sleeping in, and watching Korean dramas when she had nothing to do.
However, during this period, she would take out her phone from time to time, tap on the 11-digit number, and look at the messages they had sent. Perhaps it was because she did this so frequently that Song Menghwa couldn't help but ask her if she was in a relationship.
She immediately shook her head to deny it, but she didn't know why her face became a little hot, and her heart beat a little faster.
On the afternoon of the second day of Chinese New Year, Qin Yinan dropped by the Song family to visit Song Menghwa and to check on Song Qingchun.
The time at home seemed to drag on due to boredom. It was finally the afternoon of the fourth day, and it was time for Song Qingchun to go to Su Zhinian's bungalow for some fresh air. However, she was troubled.
Will I run into more danger on the way to Su Zhinian's home?
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