"The moment you told her your home password, you gave her the right to do so."
Seeing Chen Enci crying, although Qin Ji's heart was in unbearable pain as if a hole had been torn open, his uneasy heart felt much calmer.
The little girl is finally willing to talk...
He was not afraid of her beating him, scolding him, or even destroying the whole house. He was afraid that she would remain silent and turn a trivial matter that could be explained in a few sentences into a hidden danger.
The lesson he learned six years ago was what he regretted most over the years. He didn't want to do it again in his life.
Qin Jie remained silent and let Chen Enci talk. However, when she talked about Yang Ling, the more he listened, the more nonsense he felt.
What does he mean by acquiescence?
What does it mean that he gave her the right to do this?
And when did he tell Yang Ling’s family password?
Where the hell is this?
"I just learned about the words Chen Xi and Yang Ling."
Did you just find out?
Chen Enci was so angry that he didn't even want to say anything, he just wanted to sneer.
Did he think she was a fool and was lying?
Qin Jie: "Chen Xi, I didn't lie to you. I only found out her full name tonight."
"Yes, yes, I just found out tonight."
Chen Enci was really cold and said: "People who only know their names tonight can enter your home password casually; people who only know their names tonight can come to your home just like they come to their own home; tonight
The person whose name I just knew can easily turn on the TV, pick up slippers and pour water to drink..."
Yang Ling's appearance suddenly brought out all the grievances, anger, and anxiety that Qin Zi had given her over the years. Now he was telling lies with his eyes open again, which made her even more angry and her internal organs hurt like they were out of place: "Tonight
The person whose name I just knew, haha, why didn’t you tell me, you just found out tonight that there is such a person in China, why didn’t you tell me, you still don’t even know whether her gender is male or female..."
"I shouldn't have fucking talked nonsense with you. I should have just beaten you to death, snatched the key and left. I can finally see clearly that everything, in the final analysis, is all about you, Qin Jieshui, who is a slut and Qin Muchu is eating the domineering food in the bowl."
Take what’s in the pot…”
"You shouldn't live in modern times. You should go back to ancient times. It's best to be an emperor with a harem of three thousand beauties. It's so close to you!"
Qin Zie finally figured out the matter as the little girl spat at him without breathing.
Did that woman named Yang Ling know his home password? After entering the house, she treated his home as her own and acted very familiar with her?
He admitted that he knew Yang Ling. Regarding her name, he only knew the word "ling" from Mo Lan's mouth. He also knew that she was one of the many college students he sponsored. As for how she knew that he sponsored her,
He doesn't know, he has nothing to do with her, so naturally he won't go
Check her background, not to mention, it was Mo Lan who was familiar with her, or because she was Mo Zaizai's tutor. He had not seen her more than five times in total. In addition to knowing that she was a college student, her age, school
, he didn’t know anything about the class, how could he tell her the password at home?
After Lao Yu left, he left Sister Lan and the newborn Mo Zaizai behind. The orphans and widowers were very pitiful. He and Rong Yu had no shortage of help. After so many years, it was not an exaggeration to say that they were a family, but even so
, Sister Lan doesn’t know his password either.
There are only a few people who know his family's password, but they are all from the Qin family. It is impossible to tell Yang Ling that the little girl is angry with him because of this matter, and it is even more impossible, so...
Qin Zhe walked to the bedside and connected the power supply to his dead mobile phone. After waiting for about a minute, the mobile phone turned on automatically. He tapped the screen twice and made a call.
He turned on the speakerphone, and after the phone rang three times, it was answered. A middle-aged woman's voice came from inside: "Mr. Qin?"
Qin Jie didn't waste any time and went straight to the point: "Did you tell Miss Yang the password I have here?"
The other end of the phone fell silent for an instant.
Qin Jie: "Besides you, there is no other possibility."
Qin Zhe glanced at Chen Enci and asked: "What benefits did she give you? You can even tell her my password casually?"
It was still quiet on the other end of the phone.
"...Okay, if you really don't want to say anything, then I can only call the police."
"Mr. Qin," the person on the other end of the phone said hesitantly: "I didn't want to tell her at first. She told me that she and you were boyfriend and girlfriend, and she wanted to give you a surprise, and she kept saying
Give me a gift. I think that girl is quite nice, and seeing that she is relatively close to Miss Mo, I take it seriously. I'm sorry, Mr. Qin, I really didn't think too much about it. I'm sorry, Mr. Qin,
I’m really sorry…”
The middle-aged woman apologized as she spoke, but Qin Zie didn't appreciate it. She left the message "You don't have to come over tomorrow" and hung up the phone.
Qin Ji turned to look at Chen Enci: "It's my aunt at home."
Chen Enci, who heard every word of the phone call between Qin Zhe and his housekeeping aunt, had a cold face and said nothing.
Qin Zhe stared at her for a while, then opened the bedside table, took a box of band-aids from it, and walked to Chen Enci.
The little girl's eyes were red and the tip of her nose was red. When she saw him approaching, she turned her face to the side, as if she didn't want to see him.
Qin Zhe looked at the fair neck that the little girl gave him, and said softly: "Show me your hands."
Chen Enci didn't seem to hear his words and didn't react at all.
Qin Zhe's eyes followed her neck, down her arms, and landed on her hands. He stared at her for a few seconds, then reached out and pulled her arm, and she shook it off without thinking.
He, he continued to pull, and she continued to throw away. This was repeated several times, and Qin Jie suddenly grabbed her hand.
She subconsciously shrank back, unable to break away from his strength.
His palms were warm, but his fingertips were a little cold. He squeezed her tightly for a while, and when he saw that she no longer resisted, he pulled her hand to his chest.
There were small patches of red burns on her hands in several places, and her thumb was wrapped with a crooked band-aid. The band-aid was not glued properly and was stained red with blood.
He gently tore off the band-aid on her fingertips and wiped away the blood with an alcohol pad. The bleeding from her wound had stopped because a small piece of flesh had been cut off and it looked a little leaky. Qin Zhe stared at it.
He looked twice and asked: "Does it hurt?"
She didn't say anything, so he lowered his head and blew gently on her fingertips twice.
The numbing feeling made her fingertips tremble slightly, and she subconsciously shrank back.
He smiled, took off a new band-aid, and carefully put it on her.
After treating the wound, he did not let go of her hand immediately. Instead, he held it for a while and then slowly let go. Then he stared at her cold little face and asked softly: "Can you listen to my will?"