"Drink some water first." Gu Nianchen poured a glass of water and handed it to her hand. Gu Nianchen said warmly. Looking at her pale face due to excessive fright, he raised his hand and stroked her forehead.
But her hand was grabbed by Cen Zhiqiao. She raised her head and looked straight at him, her eyes filled with panic: "Have you caught the murderer?"
Gu Nianchen knew her relationship with Meizi clearly, so such heartbreak was inevitable. Gu Nianchen tightened his arms and hugged her: "I asked the police station and the forensic doctor has confirmed that the fingerprints on Meizi's neck are consistent with
Chu Qiao's match, now the police have issued a wanted warrant to arrest the murderer."
Cen Zhiqiao opened his mouth, feeling a little dazed. Even though he had experienced it once, it was still difficult to recover from such bad news.
"So...that's really her?"
Chu Qiao killed Mei Zi, it was really she who killed her!
Her tears came again.
"How could it be possible? How could he be so vicious? How could he push Meizi down? Meizi just wanted to start a new life. How could Chu Qiao..."
Tears were falling down, and it was no longer clear whether it was because of sadness or resentment. Her nominal biological sister pushed her best sister downstairs.
"Good boy, stop crying. I'll leave the rest to the police. Don't think so much and take good care of yourself, okay?"
Holding her in his arms and stroking her belly with his hand, Gu Nianchen spoke in a low voice, his voice slightly hoarse.
Cen Zhiqiao's tears became more and more intense, and he leaned in front of Gu Nianchen and kept mumbling: "And you, why didn't you pick up Meizi earlier? If you had gone earlier, Meizi might not have met Chu Qiao.
Maybe..."
"I..." Gu Nianchen's body trembled almost unnoticeably. Cen Zhiqiao's low cry was heard in his ears, and his eyes instantly turned dark.
It was clearly an uninformed cry, but it made his heart tremble with fear. The tragedy of that night was clearly possible to avoid, but it was completely different because he sent Du Tingting away first.
If Qiaoqiao knew, would he...
With such panic and uneasiness, he walked out of the ward and saw Du Tingting walking over with flowers. He was still panicking about what happened that night. Gu Nianchen's face froze and he quickly blocked her path.
In front of me: "Why are you here?"
Du Tingting was stunned for a moment, then raised the bouquet in her hand: "I heard that Miss Cen is hospitalized, so I came here to visit her."
He bit his lip, seemed to hesitate, and then said: "Actually, I have been feeling guilty these past two days. If I hadn't asked you to send me back that night, maybe the girl named Mei wouldn't have
I will die, so I..."
The voice was not loud, but the facts she said were disturbing. Gu Nianchen panicked and covered her mouth.
"What nonsense are you talking about!"
He scolded her sternly, and looked into the ward again, and saw Cen Zhiqiao lying there with her eyes closed, not noticing the movement outside the ward. Then she felt a little relieved and pushed Du Tingting to the side.
"Don't mention what happened that night again, do you hear me?" He lowered his voice and warned, with an unspeakable danger in his tone, which made Du Tingting's heart skip a beat.
"Nian...Brother Nianchen, have I done anything wrong?"
She was so frightened by him that Du Tingting's voice trembled a little, but she didn't know what she did wrong, so she could only ask tremblingly.
Only then did Gu Nianchen realize that he was too harsh. His frown relaxed slightly, and he raised his hand and patted Du Tingting on the shoulder: "You didn't do anything wrong, it was my tone that was harsh. But Tingting, can you
Can’t you promise me not to tell anyone about that night?”
"That night?" He was always charming when he smiled, with a light curve at the corner of his lips, like the warm sun in winter, not strong, but reflected in his heart.
She couldn't help but feel a little surprised, as if she was bewitched, she just looked at him blankly, nodded, and nodded again: "I... know, nothing happened that night."
Gu Nianchen breathed a sigh of relief, his bright eyes shone with a strange light, and slowly fell through her body to an unknown place.
*
Meizi's death was a huge blow to Qiaoqiao. She lay in bed for several days, but felt confused every day.
She knew that people cannot be resurrected after death, and she knew that she should put her children first, but she just couldn't get over this hurdle in her heart.
Ever since she was a teenager, she had always been with Meizi by her side, whether she was crying or making trouble, but she never thought that there would be a day when we would never see each other again.
It turns out that things in the world are unpredictable, and it can make people unprepared.
She was still holding her cell phone in her hand. On it was a photo of the two of them two days before Meizi's accident. In the picture, Meizi was holding her shoulders and smiling like a flower. Her voice and smile seemed to be still in her ears, but her figure had disappeared without a trace.
She closed her eyes and tears fell unexpectedly.
Plums, plums...
"Madam--" Aunt Lan walked in and saw Cen Zhiqiao sitting there in a daze, with tears on her face falling down her cheeks, and she couldn't help feeling worried.
"Why are you crying again? You can't shed tears when you're pregnant. It's even worse for the child."
After saying something sincerely, Cen Zhiqiao shook his head slightly and looked up at the scattered snowflakes falling on Aunt Lan's body. She raised her hand and flicked them away, and then said almost in a low voice, "It's snowing."
Aunt Lan nodded: "Yes, it happened before, but it has stopped now."
Cen Zhiqiao raised his eyebrows and turned to look out the window. Sure enough, there was no shadow of snowflakes, only a gloomy sky, as if it was about to fall at any time.
She almost sighed: "Normally at this time every year, Meizi would ask me to go out and build a snowman. She likes snow the most. She always says that the plum blossoms will bloom only when it snows. When the plum blossoms bloom, she will be in high spirits."
Already."
Rather than telling it to Aunt Lan, it is better to say that I am talking to myself. The look on my face is so sad that it makes people feel sad just by looking at it.
Aunt Lan also sighed: "Madam, people cannot be resurrected after death, and Miss Meizi's spirit in heaven will definitely not want to see you like this."
"Really?" When she mentioned Meizi, there was a glimmer of light in her tearful eyes. She looked up at the hazy sky, like Meizi's smile as bright as a flower. She also raised the corners of her lips: "Yeah, there's nothing wrong with crying.
Yes, crying can't bring Meizi back to life."
At this point, she seemed to have remembered something, and suddenly turned to look at Aunt Lan: "By the way, has Chu Qiao been found in the past two days? Has the police found her?"
Gu Nianchen had been deliberately blocking the news. She knew that he didn't want her to worry too much, but how could she not care about the progress of the matter?
She wanted to catch Chu Qiao and let Mei Zi rest in peace as soon as possible.
"Not yet. The young master also sent people to look for her, but there is no news. But it's strange to say that H City is so big. I really don't know where she can hide."
Cen Zhiqiao's eyebrows jumped.
If there is a place where Chu Qiao might be hiding, maybe someone can know it.
She jumped out of bed, grabbed the clothes on the hook and put them on, then turned to Aunt Lan and said, "Aunt Lan, I have something to go out now. If Gu Nianchen calls, tell me I'll be back soon."
"But..." Aunt Lan was still hesitating, but Cen Zhiqiao had already opened the door and disappeared neatly into the ward without giving Aunt Lan any time to stop her. Aunt Lan was left to chase after her hurriedly:
"Madam, your body..."
After getting into a taxi and giving the address, Cen Zhiqiao leaned on the seat and closed his eyes to rest.
Her destination was Jing Biao's house. There was no one else Chu Qiao could rely on in City H except Jing Biao, so Jing Biao must know where she was hiding.
So she wanted to go to him to see if she could get any clues.
It's just a pity that Jing Biao didn't give her this chance at all, and stayed behind closed doors. Only the family helper came out: "My young master is not feeling well and it is not convenient to see guests. Please go back."
It was obviously an excuse, but Cen Zhiqiao couldn't force her way in. Looking at the helper's troubled expression, she thought for a while and then took out a pen and paper from her bag.
She scribbled two lines of words and handed them to the helper. She asked in a low voice: "No matter what, please give this note to Jing Biao. This matter is important, so please help me."
She could only speak as seriously as possible, for fear that the helper would not take it seriously. Seeing her solemn nod, Cen Zhiqiao turned around and left Jing's house step by step.
As soon as she left the house, Gu Nianchen's call came. She closed her eyes, let out a long sigh of relief, and then pressed the answer button: "Hello--"
*
Jing Biao had been standing on the second floor looking down. When he saw Cen Zhiqiao's figure disappearing from sight, he took a deep drag on his cigarette and said, "Sister Chu Qiao, come out."
There was a sound in the wardrobe, and Chu Qiao leaned out and stood up.
"Leaving?"
"Yes." Jing Biao nodded. In the smoke, his sad face was hidden. When he looked at Chu Qiao, he sighed: "There's no way you can keep hiding like this. You should know Cen Zhiqiao's character.
I won't give up until I find you. I'm afraid that the police will get involved and if they come to search your home, your crime will be increased."
He was a kind reminder, but when it fell into Chu Qiao's ears, there was a faint hint that he wanted to push her away as a burden. His face, which had softened slightly, suddenly sank, and an evil spirit emerged.
"What do you mean by that? You're not going to ask me to surrender again, are you?"
Ba Jian'er's tone had a hint of harshness, which made Jing Biao frown: "Otherwise, do you have any better ideas? The police are looking for people all over the city. Instead of waiting for them to find them, why not surrender?"
There may be an opportunity to reduce the sentence as appropriate."
"I don't want it!" She suddenly became excited, screamed loudly, shook her head desperately, and stepped back desperately: "I don't want to surrender, I don't want to die, I don't want, I don't want--"
Such a heartbreaking cry, as if if he just tried to persuade her one more time, she would be doomed.
Jing Biao felt sorry for her after all. Seeing that her whole body was shaking like she was sifting through sand, he could only hug her into his arms: "Okay, okay, don't surrender, Sister Chu Qiao, you
Don't get excited, we won't surrender."
Such words of comfort finally calmed down Chu Qiao's manic mood. She leaned in his arms and gasped, "No, I won't go. I didn't kill anyone. I don't want to be shot. I don't want to. I don't want to."
..”
She didn't know how many times she had recited it. The nervousness coupled with the tossing over the past few days made her finally unable to hold back her sleepiness and fell asleep in Jing Biao's arms.
In his sleep, he was still clutching Jing Biao's clothes tightly, his thin little face was almost wrinkled, and his brows were even tighter.
Jing Biao felt distressed when he saw it. He stretched out his hand and pressed lightly between her eyebrows. A sudden realization slowly emerged in his eyes: "I advise you to surrender because you don't want to see such torture. Sister Chu Qiao, what should I do?"
No one could answer, only Chu Qiao's breathing made a slight sound in the huge room. He sat for a while, then stood up and walked out of the room softly.
"Master--" As soon as he left the room, the domestic helper came up to him and handed a note into Jing Biao's hand: "Miss Cen just asked me to give the note to you."
Jing Biao raised his eyebrows, reached out to take it, opened it and took a look, his brows gradually tightened - Cen Zhiqiao asked him to meet, what should he do?
*
Back at the hospital, as soon as they got out of the taxi, Gu Nianchen's figure had already rushed forward, grabbed Cen Zhiqiao's arm and looked up and down. When he saw that she was safe and sound, he took a deep breath.
Cen Zhiqiao's worried look was very helpful. He temporarily put aside the disappointment of not seeing Jing Biao and curled his lips to Gu Nianchen: "Why are you out? Didn't I tell you on the phone that I will be back soon."
"You dare to say that!" Gu Nianchen's face suddenly darkened, and while pulling her towards the hospital, he scolded: "I'm not telling you, Qiao Qiao, you are still running around with a big belly, not to mention it just snowed.
What if we bump into each other? How come such a big person has no sense of propriety at all!"
The tone was so stern that Cen Zhiqiao couldn't help but stick out his tongue: "I'm sorry, I thought of plums when I saw the snow, so I went out for a walk."
Naturally, she couldn't tell him that she went to Jing Biao's place, otherwise he would scold her and ban her from future actions. She made an appointment with Jing Biao tomorrow. Although she didn't know if he would go, as long as she had a little bit of hope for her
Nor will I give up.
Gu Nianchen's face froze, and he trembled slightly after hearing Mei Zi's name.
Plums, or plums...
"Qiao Qiao..." Holding her shoulders, he called her softly. Unlike the harsh tone before, his voice was a little low, as if he was trapped.
Cen Zhiqiao couldn't help but turn his head and look at him: "Huh? What's wrong?"
Such hesitation was not like Gu Nianchen's style. She was a little strange and felt a little uneasy in her heart.
Gu Nianchen just lowered his eyes: "I... have a question to ask you."
His expression was solemn, which made Cen Zhiqiao also become nervous: "If you have anything to say, just say it directly, don't make it mysterious, I'm afraid."
Gu Nianchen shook hands, and the weight that fell on her shoulders also sank. She seemed to have made a lot of determination before speaking in a low voice: "If, I mean if, if I accidentally do something wrong,
But it was not intentional, will you forgive me?"
Cen Zhiqiao was stunned for a moment, paused in his steps, and then turned to look at him: "Did you...do something wrong?"
Her clear eyes looked straight into his with confusion, but Gu Nianchen didn't dare to look at him. He slightly turned his eyes towards her ear, and then raised his eyebrows: "Just a hypothesis, a hypothesis...
"
"It depends on the cause and effect. If you ask me so suddenly, I really don't know how to answer."
"Then what if..."
Gu Nianchen responded, but after only saying three words, he paused: "Forget it, I just asked casually, it's okay."
Clearly looking worried, Cen Zhiqiao bit his lip and said, "Is everything okay? Gu Nianchen, you're not hiding anything from me, are you?"
There was panic in her eyes and her face was slightly pale. Now she could hardly stand any disturbance.
Gu Nianchen clenched his fists tightly and nodded: "It's really okay, don't worry. Seeing that your face looks so bad, go back and rest quickly."
He held her hand and entered the ward door, but his heart sank a little bit.
Uneasy, still uneasy.
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