Chapter 727
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Su Zhinian's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously turned his head toward the stairs.
Su Zhinian, who had not been paying attention to the movement in the house, was silent as he held his phone in his hand. Then, as if sensing something, he suddenly took large strides toward the stairs.
Su Zhinian had just turned the corner when he saw Song Qingchun, who was slumped in the second-floor corridor.
The girl's fair face was drenched in tears, her eyes were unfocused, and her lips were pale. She looked like someone who had just received a huge blow.
Su Zhinian's footsteps slowed to a stop.
The phone in his hand was still hanging up, and the airline's customer service was rushing him. "Sir, hello, are you still there? Sir, do you still want to continue your flight? Sir? Sir? "
Su Zhinian slowly came back to his senses. He put down the phone that was dangling from his ear, and without looking at the screen, he hung up the call.
The bungalow fell into an eerie silence. Other than Song Qingchun's small sobs, there was no other sound.
Time ticked by, and the sun outside the window started to set. When all the lights in the houses came on, Su Zhinian walked stiffly toward Song Qingchun, who was upstairs.
Nine steps, but Su Zhinian took as long as five minutes to walk.
He stood before Song Qingchun and looked down at her, who was still crying, before slowly squatting down.
She heard everything, right? She must have heard everything, or else why would she be crying like this? The nightmare that he had been trying to hide all these years, the one that he would rather she hate him than let her know about, had finally been revealed to her.
An indescribable panic swept through Su Zhinian's body. His eyes darted around nervously before he swallowed hard. His lips moved slightly, and the voice that came out was hoarse and dry. "Qingchun …"
He only managed to call her name, but he did not know how to continue.
The girl, who heard his voice, cried even harder. He hesitated for a long time before raising the tip of his finger to touch the tears on her face.
He wanted to help her wipe her tears, but his touch made her tremble. She lifted her head and looked at him.
Her eyes that stared at him were filled with fear, helplessness, shock, despair, and absurdity … Finally, her dark, wet eyes were covered by a ray of hope. She suddenly reached out to grab his arm, raised her head, and asked, "Su Zhinian, everything I heard was a lie, right?"
Su Zhinian's fingers stopped just like that. He looked at her small face that was filled with anticipation, and he felt like his heart had been stabbed by a knife. The pain was unbearable.
"Su Zhinian, you were joking with your mother, weren't you?" Song Qingchun was like an injured animal, her dark eyes shining with helplessness.
Su Zhinian turned his head away in a hurry, unable to look into her eyes.
"Su Zhinian, you're not my father's son, are you?"
"Su Zhinian?"
"Su Zhinian?"
"Su Zhinian, are you really my father's son?"
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