Song Qinian felt a little better after returning Gu Zhiyan's money, but she wasn't much relieved.
Her debt remained unchanged; it was just transferred from Gu Zhiyan to Shen Keqin.
For her now, earning money was the top priority.
But before that, she had to go to prison.
Upon arriving at the prison, Song Qinian learned that the authorities had approved Song Guanliang's application for medical parole. Song Qinian was overjoyed and excitedly wrote on paper, "Then which hospital is my father in now?"
"There is a dedicated prison hospital."
"Can I go see my father?"
"Sorry, you cannot!"
Song Qinian felt a bit disappointed, but thinking that her father could receive treatment, she was still very happy. "Okay, I'll trouble you then."
On the way back, Song Qinian kept thinking about how the authorities suddenly agreed to Song Guanliang's medical parole.
After much thought, she could only think of one person.
When Song Qinian returned home, Zhang Qiaoqiao told her that Shen ChiYan was in the study. After knocking for a while with no response, she gently pushed the door open.
Upon entering, Song Qinian discovered that Shen ChiYan was asleep on the sofa in the study.
His features were sharp, his eyelashes thick and long, his nose bridge high and straight, and his skin, despite never using any skincare products, was so fine that not even pores could be seen.
Song Qinian only dared to stare at Shen ChiYan without any reservations when he was sound asleep.
Her greedy gaze fell on Shen ChiYan's sexy thin lips, lips that could always utter words that pierced her heart, yet were so soft and comfortable when kissing.
He seemed to be having a dream, his brow furrowed, looking somewhat anxious.
At this moment, in Shen ChiYan's dream.
Beside a quiet and scenic lake, he saw a girl in a white T-shirt, with her hair tied in a low ponytail, sitting by the lake and painting.
Her back was slender and delicate. She was so focused on her painting that she seemed to have forgotten everything around her.
Just looking at her back, his heart couldn't stop pounding. He felt as if he had watched her from a distance many times before. He dared not disturb the tranquility, yet he couldn't resist the urge to get closer.
Suddenly, the girl stood up. As she packed her painting tools, he saw what she was painting on her easel.
It was a bouquet of pink and white baby's breath.
The girl was about to leave, and he stepped forward to chase after her. However, despite the close distance, he couldn't catch up.
He felt a strong sense of liking her, a strong desire to see her face, but he ran until he was breathless, only able to see her back.
"Wait for me! Don't go!"
The girl suddenly stopped and slowly turned towards him...
However, before he could see her face, Shen ChiYan woke up from his dream.
He abruptly opened his eyes, and the first thing that filled his vision was Song Qinian's pure and beautiful face.
For a moment, Song Qinian's face overlapped with the figure in his dream.
The next second, Shen ChiYan's expression turned cold. He angrily pushed Song Qinian onto the sofa and grabbed her by the neck, "What are you doing?"
That damned woman, if she hadn't suddenly gotten close, he would have seen the face of the girl in his dream long ago.
Shen ChiYan had been having such dreams for the past six months, but he had never seen the girl's face.
This time, she was finally turning around, only to be ruined by Song Qinian!
Shen ChiYan suddenly opened his eyes, his dark gaze sharp and icy. Song Qinian was also badly frightened. Just now, tempted by Shen ChiYan's good looks, she had been foolish enough to try and steal a kiss, only to be caught red-handed.
Song Qinian's mind raced. Thinking of something, her eyes lit up, and she immediately signed, "There was a mosquito that wanted to bite you, I was helping you swat it."
Shen ChiYan sneered, "You can even make up such a ridiculous lie, do you think I'm a three-year-old?"
"I'm not lying to you. If I hadn't helped you swat the mosquito, you would have a big bite mark on your face."
Song Qinian certainly didn't dare to tell the truth. What if Shen ChiYan found out she wanted to steal a kiss? That would be disastrous.
If Shen ChiYan didn't know that Song Qinian always fiddled with her thumb when she lied, he might have been fooled by her innocent and sincere expression.
Shen ChiYan's cool thumb rubbed heavily across Song Qinian's soft, warm, red lips, a cold arc curving up at the corner of his mouth. "Such dirty tricks might work on others, but they only disgust me."
Song Qinian's small face instantly turned as pale as paper, her heart feeling as if it had been thrown into a meat grinder, causing unbearable pain.
Seeing Shen ChiYan about to leave, Song Qinian thought of something and immediately rushed to block his path. She gestured anxiously, "You were the one who arranged for my father's treatment, weren't you?"
The mention of Song Guanliang made Shen ChiYan's mood even worse.
Song Qinian immediately signed, "I wanted to thank you..."
Before she could finish, Shen ChiYan interrupted her with a laugh, "I think you've misunderstood. I arranged for your father's treatment not for his health, but because... he caused Qiuqiu so much harm, how could I let him die so easily?"
Although Shen ChiYan was smiling, his smile held no warmth. Instead, it sent shivers down one's spine.
"I will make your beast of a father wish he were dead for the rest of his life."
Wish he were dead!
What terrifying words!
Song Qinian knew Shen ChiYan would do as he said. All her strength seemed to drain away, and she softly collapsed to the ground.
In the morning, she had been overjoyed that her father was receiving treatment, thinking of thanking Shen ChiYan and perhaps seeing if she could find a way to visit her father.
Now, he had truly kicked her into hell, making her realize how ridiculous her fantasies and expectations were.
Shen ChiYan looked down at her from above, showing no mercy. "You'd better pray that Qiuqiu wakes up soon, then you and your father will suffer a little less."
As soon as Shen ChiYan walked out of the villa, his phone rang. "Fifth Master, the shop that made the whistle has news. They said you showed them a photo of a girl that day and that the whistle was made for that girl."
Shen ChiYan's expression was grim. "What kind of girl?"
"They said you cherished that girl very much, but... you only flashed the photo in front of them briefly, as if showing off, and then protectively put your phone away, afraid others might look for even a second longer. So, they didn't get a clear look at the girl in the photo. However, the shop's surveillance recorded the scene. I've sent all the surveillance footage from that period to your phone."
Shen ChiYan's heart suddenly began to race. He had lost his memory from that period and had always thought the whistle was meant for Lin Qiutong.
But recently, he had been dreaming of a delicate, slender figure. That figure filled his heart with joy and excitement, yet also a bittersweet ache.
He didn't know if that person was Lin Qiutong, only that she was very important to him.
If he saw the surveillance footage, all the mysteries that had been troubling him for this period should be solved.
Thinking this, Shen ChiYan took a deep breath and solemnly, yet with anticipation, opened the surveillance recording sent by Gao Kunlun...