A clatter.
The sound of a water cup falling to the ground and shattering came from Shen Yun's phone.
It was obvious.
Shen Zui was terrified by the news Shen Yun had just revealed.
She immediately lowered her voice, "Shen Chongchong! You, you're not lying to me, are you?"
"I'm not."
Shen Yun replied, "I guess Mom rushed back to Lingnan today specifically to find you."
"I—"
Shen Zui's voice trembled with fear, "Shen Chongchong, it was you, you sold me out!"
"I didn't."
Shen Yun certainly didn't dare to tell Shen Maomao that she had let slip.
She had been prepared for this: "When Mom went to Si Jiu, she looked for Old Du of Baiyun Temple to discuss the marriage of Li Qianfan and Du Junlin. Old Du told Mom that she would be a grandmother in just over nine months. So Mom thought something had happened to me and rushed to Qingyun to find me."
Ah!?
Shen Zui was stunned again.
She never dreamed that she would be exposed in this way.
She had already thought of a perfect counter-strategy, to have Lin Yifeng announce that they would be bringing a little angel into the world, okay?
But that Taoist priest—
Shen Yun continued, "In desperation, I had to confess."
"This, Chongchong."
The usually strong Shen Maomao was completely flustered, not knowing what to do: "Tell me, tell me, will Mom beat me to death?"
"How could that be?"
Shen Yun said, "After all, being kidnapped by a bad guy wasn't something you wanted."
"Right, right."
Shen Zui nodded repeatedly.
As Mao Maochong was having a marathon phone call, time was also flying by.
In what felt like the blink of an eye, it was already ten o'clock at night.
When Dai Pai Pai, her voice hoarse, finally drifted off to sleep, Li Qianfan, who had taken a shower, turned off the lights and quietly walked out.
Li Qianfan, who had been awake all night, was now feeling a slight sense of weariness.
Room 209—
Truly a treasure that all men in the world dreamed of!
He arrived at Mo Hongti's office.
Mo Hongti, who was on the phone (busy in the evening), looked a little surprised to see him enter.
She said a few hurried words into the phone, then hung up and asked with a smile, "Little brother, aren't you enjoying your Pai Pai life? Why are you looking for your sister? Don't tell me you want to ask me to play Dou Dizhu tonight? But not tonight, I have my period."
She was joking on the surface.
But her words were laced with a hint of sourness.
Li Qianfan would rather have his Pai Pai life than pay attention to her, a ripe Hongti.
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
Li Qianfan walked to the desk, lifted a leg, and casually sat on the corner of the desk. "I'm here because I have to go on a long trip tomorrow."
"Where to?"
Mo Hongti immediately became vigilant.
Things had gotten so chaotic in the Black Forest.
What's more, just half an hour ago, she had received calls from Chu Yazhi and Murong Mingyuan, saying that six major figures had coincidentally died today (Li Qianfan had his phone turned off to enjoy his Pai Pai life, so he couldn't be reached. Chu Yazhi and the others could only call Mo Hongti to relay the message to their master.)
Mo Hongti was worried that Li Qianfan would go to the Blackwater Forest.
"To Lingnan."
Li Qianfan was already prepared and repeated the same words he had used to fool Old Su and his wife.
Mo Hongti finally felt relieved. "Okay, as long as you're not going abroad, I'm fine."
She then relayed the message from Chu Yazhi and the other to Li Qianfan.
With the sudden deaths of these six people, the online sarcasm directed at Li Qianfan immediately vanished.
No one was fearless of death!
Especially those major figures who made money by profiting from others' suffering were terrified.
However, it was certain that.
More people would have a worse impression of Li Qianfan with the deaths of these major figures.
Li Qianfan couldn't be bothered.
"I'm leaving."
As Li Qianfan jumped off the table, he said casually, "Sister Hongti, you should stay up less at night. Girls who stay up too late age much faster."
"I know."
Mo Hongti replied lazily, "But I have to earn money to support my little brother. I'll stay up late while I'm young. After I have a baby, I'll let someone else do my night work."
Li Qianfan smiled. As he left, he deliberately walked to the fruit bowl, picked up a red grape, and put it in his mouth.
"Stinky little brother. You don't eat the best fruit, but rather fruits with average nutrition."
As Mo Hongti pouted, her phone rang again.
She had no choice but to give up the idea of seeing Li Qianfan downstairs and picked up the phone again.
Late at night.
Eleven o'clock.
Li Qianfan returned home.
Old Su and Lan Mu had already gone to bed.
He quietly pushed open the door to the secondary bedroom—
Su Ziyu, wearing a black silk nightgown, was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, watching a movie on her Pad with headphones on.
"Wife, I'm back."
Li Qianfan closed the door and said softly.
Su Ziyu didn't speak, she just raised her hand and beckoned him over.
Li Qianfan sat beside her, putting his arm around her shoulders.
Su Ziyu leaned into his embrace, turning the Pad's screen so that Li Qianfan could see it better.
They had only been married for a few months—
But now, nestled together, not speaking a word, they felt as stable as a couple married for decades.
After a sci-fi movie ended, it was exactly midnight.
Su Ziyu turned off the Pad and stood up, walking into the bathroom.
When she came out again, she was holding a basin of slightly hot water.
Li Qianfan smiled and kicked off his slippers. "What, are you going to wash my feet?"
Su Ziyu still didn't speak. She placed the basin on the floor and sat on the sofa.
Her two fair feet slowly stepped onto the edge of the basin. "Come on, little husband, I'll give you a chance to please me."
So it turned out—
Li Qianfan had no choice but to squat on the ground and wash Su Ziyu's feet.
"Tomorrow, when will you be going to Lingnan?"
As Li Qianfan held her foot, his wife's delicate body trembled, and an unusual feeling arose. She quickly steered the conversation to important matters.
"The day after tomorrow, early in the morning."
Li Qianfan said gently, "I'll be taking Chu Yazhi with me. However, I have to go to the provincial capital tomorrow evening. To make some preparations."
"Hmm, taking her with you at this time is also a way to lie low."
Su Ziyu nodded and instructed, "When you get to Lingnan, you must have a good attitude. Mom is right. No matter what, we owe Du Junlin. Or rather, I owe her. After all, I snatched her husband, whom she had fiercely guarded for 21 years."
Li Qianfan said nothing.
What could he say?
"Wife."
After washing her left foot, Li Qianfan changed the subject. "When I get back, should we have a grand wedding ceremony?"
Su Ziyu asked, "Is that necessary? It's not that I don't like it, but I'm afraid of provoking the Shen family."
"It's absolutely necessary."
Li Qianfan looked up at her and said earnestly, "Wife, remember this. You or I never owed Du Junlin. If she hadn't looked at me through tinted glasses since she was little, our relationship wouldn't have come to this point."
He paused.
Li Qianfan added, "Especially, she has been my nightmare for seven years, my greatest psychological shadow. And her breaking off the engagement this time was primarily an act of revenge."
Du Junlin wanted to take revenge on Li Qianfan for his infidelity by dying in the Black Forest!
Only by dying in such a tragic way could she make Li Qianfan feel heavy-hearted every time he thought of her.
Becoming a permanent shadow in Li Qianfan's heart.
This was Du Junlin's revenge!!
"Mm."
Su Ziyu nodded. "Little husband, hug me."
She couldn't tell Li Qianfan that she already knew he was going to the Blackwater Forest.
The reason he could have his Pai Pai life last night was because Yang Xiao had first sought her opinion.
Only by pretending not to know what Li Qianfan was doing could he not worry about Su Ziyu worrying about him when he was away.
Tonight.
Su Ziyu's acting coy, asking him to wash her feet and hug her, was a further psychological suggestion: "There's still a beautiful wife at home waiting to be pampered by you, you must come back alive!"
Tonight—
Su Ziyu, dressed in a black nightgown, curled up under Li Qianfan's armpit, slept more soundly than ever before.
Li Qianfan did too.
If her arm wasn't so numb from poor circulation from being his pillow, he would have slept until four in the afternoon.
But even after they woke up, they lingered in the bedroom, unwilling to leave.
It wasn't until past three in the afternoon that Li Qianfan drove Su Ziyu to Qianfan Hospital.
"Kiss me."
Before getting out of the car, Su Ziyu closed her eyes and pouted.
Li Qianfan quickly wiped his mouth and solemnly kissed her jelly lips.
"Little husband, I'll wait for you to come back."
When Su Ziyu could barely hold her breath, she pushed him away, her face flushed, and said, then opened the door and got out.
She walked with her usual graceful stride in her high heels towards the office building entrance.
As she walked into the lobby, she couldn't help but look back.
Ignoring the people coming and going, she put her hands to her mouth and blew Li Qianfan, who was still watching her, the sweetest flying kiss.
Li Qianfan quickly caught it—
After walking into the lobby, Su Ziyu sped up her pace.
No time for the elevator.
She ran directly up the stairs with a burst of speed.
Zeng Ting, who was coming down, saw her rushing and thought something had happened. He quickly asked, "Dean, what's wrong?"
Su Ziyu didn't reply.
It wasn't that she didn't want to.
It was because her mind was focused on getting into the office quickly, ignoring Zeng Ting.
She even ignored a high-heeled shoe that slipped off her foot.
"What exactly is wrong with the Dean?"
Zeng Ting stared blankly at the high-heeled shoe and muttered to himself, then quickly picked it up and turned to go upstairs.
Su Ziyu burst into the office.
With a speed like a pounce, she rushed to the window.
Then she saw Li Qianfan's car slowly driving out of the hospital gate.
She slowly raised her hand to cover her mouth.
As tears fell, she cried out proudly in her heart, "My husband is going to battle!"
Yes.
Li Qianfan was gone.
As darkness fell, Li Qianfan drove to the Zhizhi Club in the provincial capital.
"Master."
Chu Yazhi, who was pouring water in her office, quickly put down the cup when she saw him enter.
Li Qianfan nodded and asked, "What is her condition now?"
What was Du Junlin's condition?
Hate!
Pain—
She lay there like a corpse, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, motionless.
The door opened.
Li Zai Xin walked in, carrying a meal tray. "Miss Du, I have good news for you. Our young master has arrived. Hurry up and eat. Only after you've eaten your fill will you have the strength to serve him."