Chapter 726
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Other than "Is it my father?", the words floated in her mind. Those few words floated in the air, and there was no other thought in her mind. She did not even hear what Auntie Su and Su Zhinian were saying downstairs.
She had come there that day to find out the secret hidden in his heart.
When she was at home, she had come up with many possibilities. She had even wondered if Su Zhinian had some kind of incurable disease. At the time, she had even thought that if he really did have some kind of incurable disease, she would be willing to walk down that road with him.
But now?
None of the ten thousand possibilities that she had come up with matched up.
However, the truth was that she and Su Zhinian were siblings born from the same father but different mothers …
Brother and sister … Oh God … I've slept with my brother … Song Qingchun's vision darkened, and she almost collapsed to the ground.
No wonder he had left her a box of morning-after pills after she had taken care of him when he was drunk.
No wonder a while ago, at the hospital, when she couldn't hold back her urge to kiss him and seduce him, he resisted her so obviously. In fact, he said, "Qingchun, no." "Qingchun, no." But the stubborn girl clung to his body, clumsily but intensely, and in the end, he lost control with her …
It was not until then that she realized that the one time they had shared, the one time when he was sober, was not a beautiful memory but a symbol of sin and shame.
Song Qingchun shook her head violently. She wanted to push these thoughts out of her mind, she wanted to tell herself that this was just a nightmare, but the only thing she could do was stagger back two steps before collapsing to the ground like she couldn't take it anymore.
She … she had fallen in love with her own brother … and she had done those things with her own brother …
Tears slid down Song Qingchun's face, and they soon wetted her cheeks.
After sending Auntie Su out, Su Zhinian stood in the garden for a long time before returning to his room.
He glanced at the luggage that he had left in the corner.
This was the luggage that he had carried when he left Beijing. He had left the airport, but his luggage had been flown to France. In the end, after the airline contacted him, they had mailed it back for him.
He had originally wanted to open his suitcase, but now it seemed that there was no need for that.
He had promised his mother that he would leave Beijing as soon as possible.
Su Zhinian turned around to look at the sunset outside the window. He was lost in thought for a while before pulling out his phone to call the airline.
"Hello … Can you help me check the latest flight to France … The flight next Wednesday … Yes, China Airlines, first class. Okay, no problem … The name is Su Zhinian, the identification number is …"
Su Zhinian had just read the third digit when he heard a soft sobbing in his ears.
The words in his mouth suddenly stopped, and his brows furrowed.
"Hello, sir …" Before the airline's customer service could finish her polite greeting, Su Zhinian heard the sobbing again.
It was very light, very faint, and it came from the stairs …
Su Zhinian's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously turned toward the stairs.
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