The man automatically ignored Chi Yunqi's words just now and directly reached out to tuck the quilt in for him.
"It's getting late. Go to sleep."
Five years had passed, and it was impossible for her to change.
The man's narrow and sharp eyes dimmed a bit. For these five years, it was he who had been struggling to hold this family together.
He thought that with their son, he could tie her down.
He thought that one day she would change and one day she would soften her heart.
But all these five years had brought him was her intensified disgust.
She probably wished she could just kill him.
Even their son was a burden to her, a drag. The only person she loved in her heart was Zhang Shimin.
If it were a stone, it would surely have been warmed up after these five years.
They were both exhausted.
Song Jinhe, he was about to let go.
Unprecedentedly, the man stepped into her room today.
The woman was only wearing a light - pink silk nightgown. The quilt was gently placed only on her lower abdomen.
Her graceful neckline and distinct collarbone were perfectly exposed. Her snow - white arms were slender and well - proportioned, with fair, tender skin.
Song Jinhe had bright and beautiful features. Even without makeup, in the dim yellow light, her small face looked even more charming.
Her long, thick and curly eyelashes fluttered with each breath. The skin on her face was as tender as a peeled egg.
Standing beside her, the man could easily see the faint and beautiful curve of her chest.
Chi Yan frowned slightly, and his Adam's apple involuntarily rolled.
As gently as possible, he grabbed the quilt on her body and pulled it up a bit.
Time passed by second by second. Chi Yan didn't know how long he had been standing there.
His thoughts drifted far away. The dark pupils in his eyes were surging with undercurrents, making it impossible to see his emotions clearly. They were unfathomable.
The man's narrow eyes were fixed intently on Song Jinhe's small face.
Everything from five years ago was still vivid in his mind. The girl with a high ponytail was beaming with youthful smiles as she handed him a Bluetooth earphone.
Even now, Chi Yan could still clearly remember the feeling of that day and the taste of the summer orange soda.
The girl's soft and gentle voice came from the earphone, tinged with a bit of shyness.
She said, "Chi Yan, I like you."
He still didn't know how things between them had developed into what they were now.
Reality pulled Chi Yan's thoughts back. The look in his eyes was still dim. He turned around and walked out of the bedroom.
She hated his touch and his appearance in her sight.
Even more, just breathing the same air as him made Song Jinhe feel disgusted.
It was only at such late - night moments that Chi Yan could stand beside her and quietly look at her for a while.
No quarrels, no disgust, no ferocious face telling him to get out.
When Song Jinhe woke up the next morning, she was in a daze for a long time before she came to her senses.
She was no longer twenty - one.
When she checked the time, it was already past ten o'clock in the morning.
Oh no!
After asking the butler, she learned that the driver had already taken Chi Yunqi to school.
She had forgotten to set the alarm. She had even said last night that she would take her precious son to school.
She had just decided to change her hot - tempered and venomous image, and then she was immediately slapped in the face.
"Uncle Li, remember to remind me when Yunqi gets out of school at noon."
The butler, Uncle Li, quickly replied behind her, "Yes, Madam."
Song Jinhe went downstairs for breakfast. A group of servants were standing on both sides, waiting for her orders.
"Go do your own things. I don't need any service."
All the servants lowered their heads and replied, "Yes, Madam."
The servants immediately dispersed and continued their previous cleaning work.
While cleaning the villa, the servants kept stealing glances at Song Jinhe's expression as she sat at the dining table.
Even they could feel that the madam had really changed.
She had fallen asleep unconsciously last night. Song Jinhe ate breakfast while constantly flipping through her contacts.
Had she deleted all the contact information of her parents?
"Hello, Mom..."
Before Song Jinhe could finish her words, she heard an angry voice from the other end:
"You still have the nerve to call me Mom! Don't contact me again! We will never forgive you for what happened to Momo last time."
Before Song Jinhe could react, all that came from the other end of the phone was the beeping busy tone.
Song Jinhe was completely stunned.
She frowned tightly. She recognized her mother's voice, of course.
But this was the first time Song Jinhe had seen her mother speak in such a fierce tone.
At this moment, her eyes really turned red.
She knew nothing. What on earth had happened?
Who was Momo? Sheng Mo?
Song Jinhe endured the sourness in her nose and quickly searched for news about the Song family on the Internet.
When she saw the overwhelming news from four years ago, Song Jinhe felt as if the sky was falling.
She, the young lady of the Song family who had been pampered by her parents since childhood, was actually a fake young lady?
Sheng Mo was the real young lady?
As for what exactly had happened back then, it was hard to know the whole story.
But Song Jinhe could be sure that Sheng Mo had been recognized as a member of the Song family, while she, the fake young lady, had been kicked out.
All of this was really hard for Song Jinhe to accept.
She sat there at the dining table for a long time, until her tears dropped into the bowl. Then she came back to her senses.
Song Jinhe wiped away her tears.
To figure out what had happened, Sheng Mo and Zhang Shimin were the key.
Just as she was thinking, the butler, Uncle Li, reminded her from behind, "Madam, it's time to pick up the young master."
"Okay."
In the car, Song Jinhe specially tidied up her appearance in advance and chose a lipstick color that made her look good.
The black Bentley stopped at the entrance of the kindergarten. Song Jinhe sat in the car waiting.
It wasn't time for school to end yet. A conspicuous luxury car parked at the school entrance attracted the gazes of many people.
In the Maybach in the distance, Assistant Yang said, "Mr. Chi, that seems to be... the car from home."
Chi Yan didn't say a word.
As soon as the bell rang, the teachers of each class led the students out in an orderly manner.
Song Jinhe immediately got out of the car. She was wearing a tight - fitting black dress. Her slightly curly long hair was loose. Her red lips were slightly curved, and her whole body exuded a charming and mature aura.
The look in her peach - blossom eyes was fixed on the kids who were coming out one after another from the kindergarten entrance.
Finally, she saw Chi Yunqi in the line of Class Three.
She walked over and vaguely heard the voices of a few little boys arguing.
"You're just lying, haha! He doesn't have a mom at all."
Chi Yunqi clenched his fists tightly. "No! I have a mom!"
"Then why hasn't your mom ever taken you to school or picked you up?"
"Stop lying!"
Song Jinhe frowned slightly. Were kindergarten kids already so snobbish?
She immediately walked over. Her red lips curved into a gentle and bright smile.
Even the quarreling kids stopped. Their eyes were involuntarily attracted by this beautiful sister in front of them.
"Baby Yunqi, Mom's here to pick you up."