At first, it was here that she had a falling out with her father. To this day, Song Xiaojia still remembers her father's ruthless words: "If you dare to leave this place, from then on, I, Song Jianguo, will no longer have you as a daughter."
The stubborn Song Xiaojia still remembers the way she angrily left at that time.
To become a police officer, Song Xiaojia held on to her personality, her principles, and equally to her dreams. But in the end, what had she gained? And what had she lost? She gained some harsh lessons and social experience. She had thought that being a police officer was a fundamental service platform, where she could help the general public, assist those who were impoverished and suffering. However, once she became a police officer, she realized society was not as simple as she had imagined, and the job of a police officer was far from simple.
To become a police officer, she had lost her kinship, lost her home.
If it weren't for Lin Chuan, perhaps Song Xiaojia would not have returned, nor dared to return.
"Xiao Jia, is that you?" Suddenly, a familiar voice rang out.
"Mom." Song Xiaojia bit her red lips, and the middle-aged woman dressed like a lady of wealth who came in from the outside was Song Xiaojia's mother. Song Xiaojia's facial features were somewhat similar to hers, both very beautiful. She was draped in furs, dressed in a cheongsam, adorned with gold and silver, holding the latest model of an Apple phone in her hand.
"Silly girl, you finally decided to come back?" Ultimately she was her own mother, and seeing her daughter made her burst into tears, embracing Song Xiaojia, sobbing: "I thought you would never come back, your dad really went too far. To say such things back then. Come, let me take you back, help you seek justice."
"Forget it." Song Xiaojia shook her head and said, "Dad was not wrong, it was my mistake."
"You..." The woman was stunned and sobbed even more: "Xiao Jia, you've finally grown wise."
"This time I am back to apologize to him." Song Xiaojia hung her head.
"Well then, let's hurry back." The woman said urgently: "Your dad is at home reading right now."
The mother and daughter hurriedly returned home, hand in hand.
Standing at the front door, Song Xiaojia was even afraid to enter; she didn't know what kind of vicious words her hot-tempered father would use to attack and humiliate her. Sometimes, Song Xiaojia even doubted whether she was really his biological daughter.
Song Xiaojia's mom opened the door then pushed it to enter.
The living room was empty, no one was there. The house was still the same, not much had changed. Mom led Song Xiaojia inside: "Come in quickly, your dad must be in the study. Ever since you left, your dad has also become much quieter, hardly speaks much, and I can hardly converse much with him. His temper is not as explosive as before. So, don't be too nervous."
"Okay," Song Xiaojia nodded.
Mom hurriedly pushed open the study room door, speaking softly for a few moments.
"She still has the face to come back!" A harsh voice came from the study.
"Keep your voice down." Mom scolded: "Xiao Jia has finally come back, are you planning to drive her away again? Old Song, she's your only daughter, look at what kind of days you've been living since she left. Apart from work, what else do you do?"
There was a long silence inside the study.
"Let her come in." The father's words were full of authority.
It wasn't long before Mom came out of the study, her face full of smiles. Clearly, the return of Song Xiaojia brought her some joy and excitement. She approached Song Xiaojia and said, "Go ahead, your dad is asking for you in the room."