Translator: ShinoJ
For many years, Song Chen had always remembered that girl’s appearance and had sent people to look for her.
Coincidentally, after growing up, Song Chen met Cheng Qingyun in the capital and discovered the ruby necklace that Cheng Qingyun was carrying.
Song Chen was overjoyed and introduced himself to her.
Cheng Qingyun was one of the many illegitimate children of the Cheng family. There were internal struggles for power and benefits, and there were endless disputes. Illegitimate children often hurt each other.
Cheng Qingyun was weak and kind. She was often framed by the illegitimate children, and sometimes even her life would be in danger. Cheng Qingyun was in unbearable pain. She cried and begged Song Chen to save her, hoping that she could become Song Chen’s nominal “fiancée”. With the protection of the Song Group, not many people dared to touch her.
Seeing that Cheng Qingyun had once saved her life, Song Chen agreed.
However, Cheng Qingyun suffered from serious heart disease and had no choice but to go abroad for treatment. During the days when Cheng Qingyun left, Song Chen met Gu Manxi who looked similar to her…
Thinking back, Song Chen’s heart was filled with emotions.
He knew that his feelings for Cheng Qingyun were definitely not love, but gratitude and guilt.
The woman he loved the most would always be Gu Manxi, and only Gu Manxi would make him worry. However, during the time he spent with Gu Manxi, there were always all kinds of misunderstandings and troubles that prevented the two of them from opening up their hearts to each other.
Song Chen left the ancestral hall.
Grandfather Song sighed faintly, lit two incense sticks, and offered them to his wife. Grandfather Song rubbed his eyes and looked at his deceased wife’s little memorial tablet. He muttered to himself, “Dear, our Song family finally has a future… you and our child can rest assured up there.”
“You’ve been gone for five years, three months, and five days. The vines you planted would bear fruit every year. I take good care of them…”
“Wait for me for a little longer. I’ll accompany my great-granddaughter, and then I’ll come over to accompany you…”
It was late at night, and the leaves were swaying. The eighty-year-old white-haired old man was left whispering in the ancestral hall.
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Gu Chu had a good sleep and got up early in the morning to go downstairs for breakfast.
When she passed the stairs, she saw Zhao Yan coming out of Lin Xiaozhou’s room. It was obvious that Zhao Yan had slept very late last night and had been taking care of Lin Xiaozhou, the little drunkard.
Gu Chu raised her hands and greeted him, “Good morning, Uncle.”
“Good morning.” Zhao Yan walked over and went downstairs with Gu Chu.
By the breakfast table, Zhao Yan told Auntie Zhao to cook some ginger soup and stomach-warming porridge for Lin Xiaozhou at ten in the morning. Lin Xiaozhou’s tolerance for alcohol was too low. After drinking a little, he started to get drunk and talk nonsense. When he woke up, he would definitely have a headache.
Gu Chu looked at Zhao Yan while eating a bun. When it came to Lin Xiaozhou, Zhao Yan would take care of every detail.
Unfortunately, Lin Xiaozhou was a one-track-minded kid. He thought this was purely just love between brothers. Zhao Yan was probably suffering in his heart and did not dare to tell Lin Xiaozhou the truth. If he got scared, the two of them would not even be friends.
Gu Chu felt sorry for her uncle.
Zhao Yan still had work to do, so he went to the office after breakfast. Gu Chu finished eating the steamed bun in two bites. She planned to go upstairs to play on the computer and investigate the Poker organization in this universe.
Just as she went back to her room and turned on the computer, before Gu Chu could type the code on the keyboard, the phone on the table started to ring.
Looking at the caller ID, it was an unfamiliar number.
Gu Chu’s fingers tapped on the table, but she still picked up the call. Before Gu Chu could say anything, a familiar, shivering boy suddenly sobbed on the other end of the phone:
“Is that you, Chuchu? Sob… I think I’m going to die..”
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