"It’s too sudden! Anyone would have a hard time accepting it right away." Su Huai’an, thinking of the suppressed and desperate cries coming from the Trade Union Dance Troupe Dormitory when he left, felt his own heart clench.
"Right, my uncle just called, he said that the clue he followed led him to the Qin Family."
"The Qin Cuifen’s family?"
"That’s right! After our aunt gave birth to a daughter with Uncle Qin Youmin from the Qin Family, and left, Qin Youmin died not long after. After his death, the child was handed over to his own younger brother to be raised. That is, Qin Cuifen’s parents."
"How is that Qin Cuifen?" Su Jiang asked.
"We’ve never met her, but Hai Lan has already told her about the identity issue. She now considers herself our Su Family’s granddaughter and even disfigured a teammate’s face."
"Outrageous!" Su Jiang, so angry that he nearly threw the receiver, asked, "Huai’an, do you think she is your cousin?"
Su Huai’an was very calm, he never panicked in any situation, and wouldn’t let personal feelings stop his rational judgment. This was also what Su Jiang was most satisfied with; although he was often busy, Xiao Hai had helped him raise his son well.
"Dad! I think, when Qin Youmin entrusted the child to his younger brother’s family, it’s not certain that they would take good care of her as she grew up."
"You are thinking correctly, let your uncle start from that angle."
"Got it! Don’t worry, uncle has already noticed the problem. The reason he hasn’t come back immediately is exactly because of this."
"Take good care of your grandfather, and don’t let his emotions fluctuate too much."
"I understand! Dad, don’t worry." Su Huai’an hung up the phone and sat on the sofa in silence for a long time.
In the afternoon, when he didn’t feel at ease and went to look at the General Union Dance Troupe, he actually passed by Qin Cuifen. When he heard Qin Cuifen screaming about the Su Family, and calling out to her grandpa and uncle, God knows how furious he was.
Su Huai’an clenched his fists hard and smashed one onto the table, creating a loud bang.
Sheng Ning was carried back to her dormitory by Xu Qigang, where she slept groggily until she started to run a high fever in the middle of the night. Xu Qigang stayed by her bed the whole time, feeding her fever-reducing pills and continually applying wet towels to bring down her temperature until she woke up and regained consciousness at dawn.
"Living Yama, what are you doing here?" Sheng Ning, feeling aches all over her body, attempted to sit up but was pulled into Xu Qigang’s embrace.
His embrace was wide and warm, and very reassuring.
Sheng Ning buried her head in his chest, greedily drawing in his scent.
"This is my dormitory, I carried you here."
"Oh my God! Doesn’t that mean everyone saw us? How am I supposed to face anyone now?" Sheng Ning wailed, rubbing her face back and forth against his chest.
"..." Was he really so unsightly to be seen with? "Are you hungry? I made some porridge."
"Not hungry!" She had just finished with her fever, and her whole body felt light. After having a good cry and leaning on the man she loved, she felt not so bad anymore.
It was as if the shackles that had been on her heart for two lifetimes were finally removed by her. She thought that in the future, when she saw people from the Su Family again, she wouldn’t be timid and scared.
"Xiao Ning, what exactly happened? You can tell me. I’m worried!" Xu Qigang murmured softly.
"I got trapped in my own mental loop." The matter of rebirth was her biggest secret, and now that the tangled issues of her previous life were laid bare, she decided to forever seal this secret away in a corner of her heart, believing that as time passed, she would gradually forget.