Chapter 452
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No wonder he has lost so much weight, no wonder he has a fever …
Sometimes, the truest and deepest feelings often came without a sound, and no one would be able to detect it.
But this kind of feeling that comes quietly is not really quiet, because it will make you do some things that you "shouldn't" do.
Just like Song Qingchun at that moment, even though she knew that Su Zhinian's life and death had nothing to do with her, when she saw the empty fridge and the takeout on his table, she did not just ignore it like it was none of her business. Instead, she cleared away the takeout and the takeout menu that Su Zhinian had pasted all over the restaurant's back door and tossed them into the dustbin. She even went to the supermarket to buy two carts of groceries to fill Su Zhinian's fridge to the brim. Finally, she personally went to the kitchen to prepare a sumptuous meal for Su Zhinian.
Song Qingchun wasted one and a half hours at the supermarket. She cooked, cooked porridge, and stewed soup. When she was almost done, Song Qingchun took out her phone to look at the time; it was already 5: 30 pm.
Song Qingchun almost collapsed. She cursed without thinking, "It's already so late?"
Her original plan was to make use of the time Su Zhinian needed to prepare everything for him and then leave without saying a word. However, she did not expect to be so busy that it would be so late.
She reached out a hand and started counting with her fingers. "Doctor Xia arrived around 1: 30 pm. If we start the drip at that time, the drip should be done by 4: 30 pm at the latest …"
Song Qingchun realized she had been in the kitchen all this time. She turned on the exhaust fan, but the buzzing noise prevented her from hearing anything outside.
She furrowed her brows and couldn't help but mutter, "It's already so late. Doctor Xia must've left already, right?"
"But he shouldn't have come downstairs, right?" Song Qingchun's eyes lit up with hope. "The exhaust fan is so loud. If he's downstairs, he'll definitely hear it and come to the kitchen to take a look …"
Song Qingchun bit on her finger as she analyzed the situation. She stared at the uncooked porridge and thought about it. She lowered the heat and said, "It's still not too late to escape before Takeout Su finds out …"
As she said that, she pulled open the kitchen door and dashed out. Just as she was about to reach the dining room door, she turned back to the dining table as if remembering something. She grabbed the pen and paper and mumbled to herself as she wrote, "The porridge is in the kitchen. The stove will be ready in about twenty minutes."
After that, Song Qingchun tossed the pen away, stuck the note in the middle of the dining table, and raced toward the dining room door.
She first poked her head out and looked left and right. When she saw that there was no one in the living room, she let out a long sigh of relief. Then, she tiptoed toward the entrance.
When Song Qingchun reached the sofa, she grabbed her bag and took a deep breath. She was about to run out of Su Zhinian's bungalow when she heard the sound of slippers coming down the stairs behind her.
Song Qingchun's body froze, and she turned around instinctively. She saw Su Zhinian walking down the stairs with his hands in his pockets, looking relaxed and relaxed.
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