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At that time, she was still young. The moment she knew of Lin Zhiheng's death, she was even more panicked and nervous, completely unlike how she was calm and numb now. However, there was nothing she could do. At that time, she could only stiffly follow Ye Qingcheng's instructions. Because if they didn't, the entire Ye Family would be in a hopeless situation. Therefore, she could not allow this to happen, much less watch helplessly as the still young Ye Qingming and Quan Wei lived a life of exile and desolation.

It was also at that time that Ye Qingzhi finally realized that her family could not leave Ye Qingcheng's side, regardless of whether it was money or rights. Even though she had her doubts and curiosity later on, she couldn't separate herself from the Ye Clan. This was fate, and also the choice she would never regret.

When Quan Wei came back from outside, she saw Ye Qingzhi standing on the balcony, motionless and in a daze. She couldn't help but say, "Big Sis, why are you staying outside in the cold today?"

Ye Qingzhi came back to her senses, shook her head and said, "It's nothing, just taking a breather. You didn't work today. Where did you go just now?

Quan Wei took off her coat and collapsed onto the sofa as she complained, "It's still not Second Sister yet. Originally, I was on vacation today, but she insisted on taking me to the mall. In the end, she bought a few bags of clothes, all for her children. "

"Child? Oh, yes, they already have children. " Ye Qingzhi absentmindedly recalled that the children that Quan Wei was talking about were Ye Qingming and Lin Qingrou. She felt a sense of desolation and desolation in her heart for some reason.

Quan Wei sat up and said with some ridicule: "I really don't know why second sister is so active, could it be that she is very happy? I think in this family, only she likes Lin Manshou the most."

Ye Qingzhi did not say anything. Ever since she knew that Lin Qingrou had a child, she had rarely mentioned anything about it. Perhaps it was a compromise, or perhaps it was because of the child. Anyway, she was tired.

However, Quan Wei would never give up so easily. This was because she not only loathed Lin Manrou, but also felt jealousy and injustice.

After sitting for a while, Quan Wei stood up and prepared to leave.

"Where are you going?"

"I've met a friend. She's been in a bad mood recently, so I have to go accompany her."

"Then remember to come back early."

"I know. If it's too late, I'll sleep at her place."

Although Ye Qingzhi agreed, she was still worried. She followed his repeated warnings, afraid that something might have happened to her.

Seeing that, Quan Wei had no choice but to wave her hand, "Don't worry, I'm not a child. "It's fine."

After saying that, she hurriedly drove away.

Lin Qingrou looked at the computer, her mind drifted away from the text and to other places. Unexpectedly, the sudden movement in her stomach pulled her mind back to reality.

This was not the first time she had felt her baby moving, so she was not too surprised. She just smiled and then slowly touched her stomach. After that, she turned her attention back to the computer.

She had been checking the name of the story. However, who on the Internet would use their real name these days? In the end, she only saw the words "C'amp-F" on the original page, which was the name of the author.

Lin Qingrou was surprised that this article, which was neither short nor long, had been circulating online for so long. She did not have a clue. Even after asking a lot of her former colleagues and He Zither, she did not have a single clue.

After days of investigation, there was still no progress. She even started to wonder if it was because of the pregnancy that caused her ability to think so much.

Thinking of this, she let out a sigh of relief, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. What did it have to do with it? It was probably because she had too few clues, so she didn't know what to do with it.

Lin Qingrou turned around and opened the window on the balcony. At that moment, a gust of cold, cool wind blew in. Although it was cold, it made her mind much clearer.

Looking out the window at the bare branches, she suddenly remembered something.

It was on her last visit to the cemetery, when she had seen Quan Wei at the entrance to the cemetery. Although she didn't know whose grave Quan Wei went to back then, Lin Qingrou was certain that that person was someone the Ye Family couldn't possibly know. Otherwise, Quan Wei wouldn't do everything she could to conceal the fact that she'd been to the tomb that night.

She regretted that she had only just recalled this incident, so she hurriedly made a call to Grandpa Chen. Fortunately, Master Chen readily agreed to this matter, allowing her to have some confidence in herself.

As the sky darkened, Lin Qingrou was about to turn on the lights when she heard the sound of keys colliding outside the door.

Ye Qingming had returned.

She took a deep breath, trying not to let him see it.

When Ye Qingming entered, he saw her standing at the door. Surprised, he said, "Why are you standing here? What if I run into you when I enter the door?"

"Just now, I was about to switch on the lights, but I coincidentally bumped into you going home."

"Really? That's such a coincidence. Initially, I was still thinking whether you would be resting at this time of the day. " With that, Ye Qingming walked to the balcony and closed the open window.

Lin Qingrou walked into the kitchen and asked him, "What do you want to eat tonight? I haven't thought about it yet, so I haven't cooked yet. "

Ye Qingming said to her, "I'll cook whatever you want to eat." I have to go back to the hospital in an hour. "

"Back to the hospital? Is there something important? " Lin Qingrou asked.

Ye Qingming nodded and looked at his watch, saying, "I just accepted a serious patient this afternoon and he's doing an examination now. I have to go back later. I just want to arrange for him to be examined as soon as possible and then have the operation done at the right time. "

Lin Qingrou stood in front of the dining table. Just as she was about to speak, she felt the movement of her fetus become even more obvious.

She frowned, not knowing whether to sit or stand.

When Ye Qingming saw her expression, he hurried forward and asked, "What's wrong, is your stomach feeling uncomfortable?"

Lin Qingrou shook her head. It was unknown if it was because she was afraid or because she was worried, but cold sweat broke out on her back.

"No, just now …" When I heard you talk about the hospital, my stomach suddenly moved. "

Ye Qingming stared blankly for a moment, then suddenly realized something. He couldn't help but smile and say: "I guess it doesn't like to hear about what happened in the hospital."

He bent down and said gently, "Then I will not talk about the hospital anymore. If you do, I will wait for you to be born and punish me."

Lin Qingrou laughed, "How is he punishing you? You're still a child."

Ye Qingming touched her belly, unable to conceal the joy on his face.

"Then we'll wait until he grows up. He will eventually grow up one day."

"Grow …" Lin Qingrou was lost in thought. Would it really grow up one day?

After half an hour, even though there wasn't much time left, Ye Qingming still personally checked the doors and windows of his house.

After he finished cooking, he picked up his coat and was about to leave when Lin Qingrou called out to him.

She took a new thermos from the cabinet and handed it to him.

"The last time I went to the hospital, I saw that the cups you used were old. Why don't you change them?"

Ye Qingming was surprised and happy at the same time. He didn't know that she would be so attentive towards him.

He took it, kissed her lightly on the forehead, and hurried away.

In less than an hour, the house returned to its daytime tranquility.

Lin Qingrou stood at the door, looking lost. She looked numbly at the thick door in front of her, but couldn't stop herself from asking the only thing that remained of Ye Qingming's aura: "Ye Qingming, just what kind of person are you?" Are you as much an actor as I am? Is everything we do nothing but lies and deceit? '

The relationship between them was like walking on thin ice, but it was also extremely complicated. It was enough to make her tremble with fear.

After Ye Qingming left, he didn't come back for the entire night.

The later it was, the more sleepy she became. She leaned against the sofa and was about to fall asleep when her cell phone suddenly rang.

She focused her mind and only after taking a glance did she realize it was Shen Lei.

"Is it so late?"

"Yeah, I found the location of a villa."

Lin Qingrou was instantly awake, and she sat up straight.

"The villa is not in B City, but a hundred kilometers away in Beihai City. It was an old address, and the developer's new villa complex had been built elsewhere. Therefore, this villa was purchased very early. It should have been at least a dozen years ago, or even earlier. "

"And?"

"After that, I used other methods to look at these photos and found that the owner of this mansion shouldn't be Ye Qingcheng."

"Not Ye Qingcheng? "Then …" She suddenly thought of something.

"It's Qi Cheng's shirt!"

Shen Lei replied, "Yes, that's him."

Lin Qingrou understood that this villa was owned by Qi Lang. His so-called "gift" to Ye Qingcheng probably meant that the two of them had reached some sort of agreement, which was why he used the villa as an excuse to balance the relationship between the two, just in case one day one of them rebelled and it would be hard to control the situation.

"However, this villa is a bit special." Shen Lei said doubtfully.

"What's special?"

"I looked in from the window and saw that the villa was empty. Although the furniture was all ready, it was obvious that no one had ever lived in it, let alone lived in it. But then again, perhaps some rich people didn't buy a villa to live in, but instead left it as a pile of ash? "This is too abnormal."

"There's nothing in the villa?"

"It's not like there's nothing, the furniture in the villa is relatively complete. There was a large bookcase in the study on the first floor and a bed in the guest room. These are probably the only personal pieces. "

"Bookcase …" As she thought, she paced around the room, as if this was the only way to get her thoughts moving.

After saying that, Lin Qingrou said to him, "Alright, I understand. I'll tell you if there's anything else. Oh right, have you seen Uncle Ming recently? "

"Uncle Ming? "It's the same as always. I don't go out much at home every day. The air hasn't been good recently, so it's actually safer not to go out."

"Alright, if that's the case, then see you another day."

Afterwards, she put away her phone, returned to her bedroom cabinet and focused on a beige carton. It was something she had brought with her when she moved in.

Lin Qingrou was no longer able to squat, so she could only take out the box and concentrate on what was inside.

There were pictures of her at school, a diary of her travels, and a diary of her work. This was a place that contained most of her life trajectory, but she had not touched it for a long time. Because she knew that this could not represent herself. At the very least, it couldn't represent Lin Qingrou's most authentic place. It could only represent the way she looked when she was wearing a mask. It could not convey her thoughts. Therefore, she had never cared about them, only as part of her life story.

Lin Qingrou knew very well that deep in her heart, she had always been in that little house. Because that was the place where she had lived with the people closest to her. Therefore, that was her only home, and also the final resting place of her soul.

Inside the box were piles of debris, covered in dust, as if they had not been discovered for centuries.

Lin Qingrou rummaged through the book, feeling that there was something important inside.

Suddenly, she saw the black thing — a black plate.

Indeed!

She was wild with joy as she put the plate back into her bag. She tried her best to suppress her excitement as she quietly waited for tomorrow to arrive.