"I'm sorry." Su Wanqing lowered her head, "I won't ask again."
She slowly stood up, walked to the door, unlocked the door, paused, and said, "But, mom, please don't use me as a tool for revenge in the future."
"Next time, I won't forgive you."
Su Wanqing automatically cleared her mother's cries from her ears and walked out of her studio.
Before walking a few steps, he met Luo Mingxuan coming towards him in the corridor.
"Qing Qing!" With a happy face, he quickened his pace and walked towards her.
Su Wanqing stepped away and distanced herself from him, her eyes full of caution: "Dad."
The joy on Luo Mingxuan's face dimmed a little because of this "call". He pursed his lips, cleared his throat, and said, "Qingqing, why haven't I seen you home these past two days?"
"That's not my home, I don't want to go back." Su Wanqing said very straightforwardly.
"Qingqing, I know you are angry with me because of my stepfather's family, but -" Luo Mingxuan looked a little anxious.
"Dad, the one you love is inside that door." Su Wanqing interrupted him, pointing to the closed door of Su Jiuge's studio, "Your lover is crying inside, and Yize Jiuzi is crying inside."
You’re crying inside, why don’t you go quickly?”
Luo Mingxuan stood blankly on the spot, seemingly struck by the words "Yize Jiuzi".
A smile appeared on Su Wanqing's lips, and it was obvious that the person he loved most was still the one hidden deep in his heart.
"Go ahead, if you really love her, I think you will definitely recognize her."
After saying that, Su Wanqing did not look back and passed by Luo Mingxuan. Only this man could untie the knot in Su Jiuge's heart.
She believes that true love cannot be hindered by a layer of superficiality.
If it were Xi Chen, no matter what he looked like, she would still be able to recognize him in the crowd at a glance. That kind of pull between souls would never disappear no matter what.
Luo Mingxuan seemed to be bewitched. He did not think deeply about Su Wanqing's words. His deep sea-like eyes held a trace of worry, a trace of fear, and a trace of expectation. His hands trembled a little as he slowly pushed open the door of Su Jiuge's studio.
door.
What caught his eye was a helpless woman. She squatted on the ground, buried her head in her knees, and cried with twitching shoulders.
This crying movement, such a weak figure, evoked something deep in his memory, and a soft corner buried deep in his heart was pricked.
"Nine Sons—" Luo Mingxuan's voice trembled, not like his own.
The body of the squatting and crying woman stiffened, and she slowly raised her delicate tearful face, with a pair of watery eyes full of sadness.
Luo Mingxuan's heart was shocked. The face of the woman in front of him and the face in his memory overlapped perfectly.
Why had he never discovered that the person most similar to Jiuzi was not Qingqing, but Jiuge?
This discovery made his blood boil and his heart beat like a drum.
On that night at "Night Angel" five years ago, he was so easily confused by her similar voice, and even made an appointment with her, bought her, and slept with her right then and there.
This is not Luo Mingxuan's usual style of doing things. He thought he loved Qingqing, and tried every means to get her, and did everything possible to harm the man who liked Qingqing, but he still did not let go of Jiuge.
, he will still be bewitched by her, and he will still go to her bed involuntarily. "I'm sorry." Su Wanqing lowered her head, "I won't ask again."
She slowly stood up, walked to the door, unlocked the door, paused, and said, "But, mom, please don't use me as a tool for revenge in the future."
"Next time, I won't forgive you."
Su Wanqing automatically cleared her mother's cries from her ears and walked out of her studio.
Before walking a few steps, he met Luo Mingxuan coming towards him in the corridor.
"Qing Qing!" With a happy face, he quickened his pace and walked towards her.
Su Wanqing stepped away and distanced herself from him, her eyes full of caution: "Dad."
The joy on Luo Mingxuan's face dimmed a little because of this "call". He pursed his lips, cleared his throat, and said, "Qingqing, why haven't I seen you home these past two days?"
"That's not my home, I don't want to go back." Su Wanqing said very straightforwardly.
"Qingqing, I know you are angry with me because of my stepfather's family, but -" Luo Mingxuan looked a little anxious.
"Dad, the one you love is inside that door." Su Wanqing interrupted him, pointing to the closed door of Su Jiuge's studio, "Your lover is crying inside, and Yize Jiuzi is crying inside."
You’re crying inside, why don’t you go quickly?”
Luo Mingxuan stood blankly on the spot, seemingly struck by the words "Yize Jiuzi".
A smile appeared on Su Wanqing's lips, and it was obvious that the person he loved most was still the one hidden deep in his heart.
"Go ahead, if you really love her, I think you will definitely recognize her."
After saying that, Su Wanqing did not look back and passed by Luo Mingxuan. Only this man could untie the knot in Su Jiuge's heart.
She believes that true love cannot be hindered by a layer of superficiality.
If it were Xi Chen, no matter what he looked like, she would still be able to recognize him in the crowd at a glance. That kind of pull between souls would never disappear no matter what.
Luo Mingxuan seemed to be bewitched. He did not think deeply about Su Wanqing's words. His deep sea-like eyes held a trace of worry, a trace of fear, and a trace of expectation. His hands trembled a little as he slowly pushed open the door of Su Jiuge's studio.
door.
What caught his eye was a helpless woman. She squatted on the ground, buried her head in her knees, and cried with twitching shoulders.
This crying movement, such a weak figure, evoked something deep in his memory, and a soft corner buried deep in his heart was pricked.
"Nine Sons—" Luo Mingxuan's voice trembled, not like his own.
The body of the squatting and crying woman stiffened, and she slowly raised her delicate tearful face, with a pair of watery eyes full of sadness.
Luo Mingxuan's heart was shocked. The face of the woman in front of him and the face in his memory overlapped perfectly.
Why had he never discovered that the person most similar to Jiuzi was not Qingqing, but Jiuge?
This discovery made his blood boil and his heart beat like a drum.
On that night at "Night Angel" five years ago, he was so easily confused by her similar voice, and even made an appointment with her, bought her, and slept with her right then and there.
This is not Luo Mingxuan's usual style of doing things. He thought he loved Qingqing, and tried every means to get her, and did everything possible to harm the man who liked Qingqing, but he still did not let go of Jiuge.
, he will still be bewitched by her, and he will still go to her bed involuntarily.