Chapter 907
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With a lover by her side, even the air was filled with sweetness.
Song Qingchun breathed in the light fragrance radiating from Su Zhinian's body, and she felt like she was floating in the clouds.
It was not until then that I realized, money, reputation, and status, nothing is more important than having you by my side.
Song Qingchun nuzzled Su Zhinian's chest lightly. This familiar and warm sensation made her feel good.
Her lips curled up and she couldn't help but curl up again. Just as her eyes were about to be dyed with a smile, her eyes suddenly opened and her expression froze for a moment. Then she lifted her head from his chest and stared at the bandage on his forehead. Her delicate brows gently furrowed.
At the time, when she saw Su Zhinian, who was perfectly fine and sitting in the car, was injured, she thought she was hallucinating.
But now, two days and two nights had passed, and the wound on his forehead had indeed been there for two days and two nights. Even if it was a hallucination, it shouldn't have lasted for so long, right?
But why would Su Zhinian be injured when the truck driver was injured?
Furthermore, Su Zhinian had been sent to the hospital at the same time as the truck driver. At the time, she had seen the wound on the truck driver's head up close, and it was identical to Su Zhinian's.
Over the past two days, it was not that she had not thought about the strange scene that she had witnessed that day. Many explanations had appeared in her mind, but none of them made sense.
Song Qingchun frowned as she stared at Su Zhinian's sleeping face. She was confused for a long time before she slipped out of his embrace and went to the bathroom with a mind full of questions. After a quick shower, she went downstairs to the dining room to prepare lunch and continued to think about the inexplicable phenomenon.
When Song Qingchun was arranging the ingredients for the soup, she suddenly froze where she was.
She stared blankly at the kitchen exhaust fan for a long time. Suddenly, as though she had thought of something, she raised her hand and bit her finger.
When Qin Yinan injured his head when he tried to save her at Beijing Banquet, Su Zhinian was injured as well. That night, she had returned home late, afraid that he would scold her. She had been worried sick, but when she entered the house, she had seen the unconscious Su Zhinian lying on the sofa. She remembered, at the time, when she was applying medicine on his wound, she had wondered why his wound was so similar to Brother Yinan's.
Also … Cheng Qingchong had come to find her and told her that Su Zhinian had almost died from a knife wound when he tried to save her. She had seen the wound on Su Zhinian's abdomen with her own eyes; it was a ghastly sight to behold. Furthermore, she remembered that the driver of the three kidnappers had died from the same wound.
Not only that …
Song Qingchun closed her eyes to calm her mind. She tried to calm herself down before she continued her train of thought.
She was now certain that Su Zhinian was the person who had sent her those messages.
She had always suspected that there was someone by her side wiping away her tears when she cried countless times over the years. However, every time she cried the hardest, her memory seemed to have been cut off and couldn't be reconnected …
Song Qingchun bit on her lower lip and tossed all the ingredients into the pot. She turned on the electricity and rushed upstairs.
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