Chapter 936
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The car finally stopped at a beach. Song Qingchun was pushed toward the beach by the driver. Song Qingchun was careful with every step she took, afraid that she might trip and hurt the child in her stomach.
The journey to the beach was similar to the journey to the beach in the car.
Song Qingchun could not stop talking, but the taxi driver did not make a sound.
Song Qingchun was brought to an old yacht by the taxi driver.
Song Qingchun looked around the yacht and said, "White and blue yacht," before she was pushed into the inner room of the yacht.
The driver used quite a bit of force, and Song Qingchun staggered before she managed to steady herself. Before her hand could reach her stomach, she heard the door slam. She turned around, and the driver didn't follow her. She took two steps back and pulled on the door, but it was locked from the inside.
Now that there was no one else around, Song Qingchun stopped acting like she was in a panic. She mumbled softly to herself as she started to observe her surroundings.
Even though the outside of the yacht looked old, the inside was clean and tidy.
Bedroom, dining room, kitchen, bathroom, everything that a single apartment should have was there. It was smaller, but it gave off a comfortable feeling.
Song Qingchun walked around the interior of the yacht. Other than the bowl of instant noodles in the kitchen and the glass of red wine on the coffee table, there was no other mess.
Other than her, there was no one else in the room.
Song Qingchun stood beside the window in the inner room of the yacht. She looked at the sea for a while before sitting down on the sofa. It was then that she noticed beside the glass of red wine on the coffee table was a box of matches, a pack of cigarettes, and an old picture.
It was a family picture, and Song Qingchun believed it should be the father, mother, elder sister, and younger sister.
The younger sister was still young, only a few months old. She was on a pacifier, curled up in her mother's arms, and was crying with her eyes closed.
The older sister looked to be about four or five years old. She stood between her parents, holding a windmill in her hands, and had a bright smile on her face.
That mother looked a little familiar. Her eyebrows looked a little like someone else's …
Song Qingchun frowned before she realized who it was. Her eyes then fell on the older sister who looked about four or five years old. Even though many years had passed and the face had changed a lot, Song Qingchun could still recognize the older sister; it was Fang Rou.
Doesn't Fang Rou have parents? Then, what's with this picture?
Just as Song Qingchun was confused, the door of the yacht was pushed open. Song Qingchun put down the picture and raised her head to see Fang Rou walk in in a sports outfit.
It had only been a few days since they last met. If it weren't for the fact that Fang Rou's face was exactly the same as the Fang Rou in her memory, she wouldn't have believed that this woman, who exuded an icy aura, was actually the gentle sister-in-law that she had called for five whole years!
Fang Rou walked into the room calmly. She glanced at Song Qingchun, and her expression did not change. She replied with a light "hi" before leaning over to pick up the wine glass on the table. She washed it clean and poured herself a glass of red wine. She turned around and raised it at Song Qingchun. "Do you want one?"
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