"That...if nothing happens, I want to take the children back to the kindergarten first..." Zi Zhu glanced at Sikong Jingqiu and said.
"Butler Li has called to help you ask for leave." Sikong Jingqiu picked up his son with one hand, held Zizhu with the other hand, exchanged a look with the old lady Sikong before leading her downstairs.
"Go to the study first, grandma and I have something to ask you."
Zizhu didn't move. She turned to look at the old lady Sikong, and saw the two servants left in the corridor coming forward to help her before taking steps.
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The group walked into the study room not far from the bedroom.
Sikong Jingqiu told the two servants that they would not be allowed to approach the study before putting down Jingluo and closing the door with his backhand.
Old Mrs. Sikong walked over to the imperial chaise longue and sat down.
Jing Lue followed Taizhao's footsteps and ran over and sat down on his usual chair.
Sikong Jingqiu walked over with Zi Zhu, stretched out his long legs, hooked up a chair for Zi Zhu, and asked her to sit down, while she stood directly against the desk.
After the family looked at each other for a few seconds, Sikong Jingqiu took the lead in breaking the silence, "Tell me, what happened three years ago."
Zi Zhu looked at the seat where she was just forming a semicircle, and they surrounded her, but they had no idea what Sikong Jingqiu wanted her to say.
But the three people kept staring at them, as if she would never give up without saying anything.
Faced with such a situation, Zizhu had to say, "Three years ago, I was in my sophomore year. What do you want to listen to?"
"You took a leave of school after marrying me, and it was impossible for you to go to college." Sikong Jingqiu directly denied her words.
Zizhu knew that Sikong Jingqiu regarded himself as Song Haiyue again.
She sighed, "I was really in college three years ago, and I was not married, Mr. Sikong, I think you really recognized the wrong person."
When he said this, Zizhu couldn't help but look at the Jingluo on the small sofa, not understanding what Sikong Jing was thinking.
Is it really appropriate to have a three-year-old child participate in this conversation?
Zizhu didn't know if she would hit Jingluo if she said this, but there was nothing she could do about it. She was really not Song Haiyue—
Even if they look exactly the same.
"How do you want to tell the truth?" Sikong Jingqiu asked directly at her.
"Mr. Sikong, I am really not what you are talking about Song Haiyue." Zi Zhu rubbed her painful eyebrows and said.
Her tone was very sincere, without any unnatural or concealment, which made the old lady Sikong sitting opposite her feel a little shaken about her idea of deciding that the girl in front of her was Haiyue.
It’s right to calm down and think about it. How could the girl in front of me be Haiyue?
Three years ago, like Si Jingqiu, I watched Haiyue be sent to cremation with my own eyes...
Thinking of the past three years ago, Old Mrs. Sikong couldn't help but turn red again, and her voice seemed to be stuck with something, trembling a little, "You really... aren't Haiyue?"
"I'm sorry, I'm really not Song Haiyue." Zi Zhu turned around and said to the old lady Sikong, "Hello, my name is Lin Zi Zhu. I'm twenty-four years old today. I know that I look like Mr. Sikong has passed away.
The wife is very similar, but I am really not her..."
Zi Zhu had heard the servant call the old lady in front of her before, so she called that.
Zi Zhu said, looking at Sikong Jingluo from the corner of his eyes, carefully observing the expression on his face, and loyally hoping that he could not understand the conversation between adults.