A Long Way to Marriage: Sweet New Wife Loves Not Enough

Lin Qinghuan always knew that what she could see now was just the tip of the huge iceberg of the Rong family.

In addition, Mu Yun has always kept a low profile.

Lin Qinghuan always thought that she might just be from an ordinary famous family, but she never expected that Mu Yun's background was so huge.

She didn't speak, and Rong Che roughly guessed what she was thinking.

Shen breathed a sigh of relief, and then stretched out his hand towards her.

It took a while for Lin Qinghuan to come back to her senses, and belatedly put her hand into his palm.

Rong Che carefully held it in his hand, and inadvertently stroked the delicate and smooth skin on the back of her hand with his callused fingertips. He breathed a long sigh of relief, and then said again: "The gap between them is too deep. Going back to live with my mother, most of the reason is to win over my grandfather's old military and political department, maybe let Siyuan go back, most likely I also feel that it is boring to look at someone I don't like all day, so I just find something to do for myself. "

Lin Qinghuan: "..."

Speechless for a while.

He hesitated for a while, and then asked again: "Is it because Mom wants Siyuan to go back, or..."

She hesitated to speak, but Rong Che knew it well.

She raised her lips and smiled, then said in a secret way: "Maybe both."

After all, I want to see the two hate each other.

Saying that, he let out a long sigh of relief, and changed the topic: "So, why bother, it's very sad to be caught between two people..."

Lin Qinghuan: "..."

What he said, he didn't know whether he felt sorry for Siyuan, or he was complaining.

After all, the matter between Mu Yun and Rong Donglin has not been a day or two, Rong Che is indeed indifferent now, as if nothing has anything to do with him.

But what about before?

In the past... maybe he also couldn't grasp the balance well?

So……

Is he, like her, always unable to let go of these things?

However, it was a matter between his parents, and it involved many political interests. She hadn't even taken care of her own affairs, so she naturally didn't want to be entangled in other matters.

Of course, Rong Che didn't seem to let all of that become her burden.

After being silent for a while, he stretched out his hand, fumbled to hold her wrist, breathed a sigh of relief, and then said slowly, "You have to be more careful..."

Lin Qinghuan: "..." She looked up at him silently, hesitated for a while, but still couldn't figure out the true meaning of Rong Che's words.

Looking up at him, her beautiful brows twitched inadvertently.

"You..." opened his mouth, and stopped talking for a long time, finally, he said: "What do you mean?"

Rong Che's thin lips were slightly parted, Qing Juan's eyebrows were slightly drawn, and his calloused fingertips carelessly rubbed against the delicate skin on the back of her hand. After pondering for a moment, he said lightly, "Be careful of Song Chi."

Lin Qinghuan: "..."

The heart seemed to be hit hard by something, it was dull, unable to restrain itself, and the ups and downs between the eyebrows became more and more obvious: "Why, why?"

Regarding this, Rong Che had nothing to hide: "In fact, he has always known about your father's whereabouts, and many things have nothing to do with him..."

Lin Qinghuan's eyes drooped slightly, and she remained silent for a long time.

After hesitating for a long time, he spoke again: "Then why did you let Siyuan stay with him, Siyuan..." Lin Qinghuan's tone was clearly anxious, even a little at a loss.

Rong Che pulled her wrist, held her in his arms, stopped her carefully, patted her back with his broad palm, and comforted her in a low voice: "The reason why Siyuan is with him is because Siyuan won't Hurt because of what he did, what he hid, but..."

You are different.

Lin Qinghuan and Siyuan have always had different reliance on emotions.

So some things are nothing to Siyuan, but to Lin Qinghuan, they are likely to be a fatal blow.

Furthermore……

"It's also because Siyuan is willing to stay with him, maybe... Maybe it's good for us, maybe."

"But……"

Lin Qinghuan wanted to say something, but for Rong Che, he obviously couldn't care less: "There is no but, there will be no but, trust me." Weary hoarse.

"and……"

His voice was deep, as if it was as low as dust.

Talking to himself, it seems to be talking to Lin Qinghuan, and it seems to be saying to himself: "Even family members, there are always times when we can't see through them. They may have their own ideas. We can't control them, and we can't change them." No, believe it or accept it, there is no other choice."

Lin Qinghuan fell silent.

Even, the mood gradually returned to calm.

Leaning quietly in Rong Che's arms, it seems that the world has never been so peaceful as it is at this moment.

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Song Chi Villa.

In the cold moonlight, he casually placed his hand on the railing of the balcony. With his other hand, orange-red fireworks were burning between the knuckle fingers. Faintly, they drew a perfect arc in the night sky and fell to the ground, sparks scattered everywhere. splashes, and finally all disappeared into the darkness.

Turning around and walking towards the room, pushing away the partition screen between the room and the balcony.

In the room decorated mainly in light blue, Rong Siyuan slept peacefully holding the puppet Lin Qinghuan made himself.

The warm yellow bedside lamp was still on, soft but not glaring.

He walked over and sat down by the bed, staring at him gently, for a long time before getting up and leaving.

Downstairs, the doctor and Mama Liu have arrived.

Song Chi came down from upstairs, and while tidying up his coat, he said, "I'm going out for a while, please be careful, and if there is anything, please notify me immediately."

Naturally, Dr. Xu and Mama Liu didn't dare to say anything.

Liu Ma used to take care of Rong Siyuan's life in the Rong family, but for some reason, the young master insisted on her coming here, even though they were all the same...

But Liu Ma always felt that Song Chi seemed to be more nervous than the young master, the young master.

Every day, either he is always by his side, or Dr. Xu and her, anyway, 24 hours a day, there are always people around.

But to be honest, it doesn't have to be like that at all.

However, it doesn't matter anymore.

After all, the young master's health is not very good, and it is only natural to take more care of him.

Song Chi settled down at home and went out directly.

On the only way from the villa area to the city, a black Bentley was parked sideways on the road from the villa area to the city's main road.

Song Chi's car drove over from a distance, and stopped slowly in front of the car.

He didn't get out of the car in a hurry, but sat in the car and watched the person across from him lower the window before making any move.

Unfasten your seat belt, open the door and get out of the car.

It is already deep, and there are very few vehicles going to and from the villa, so there is no need to worry about inconvenience.

He walked to the front of the car and stopped, keeping some distance from the car body.

After a while, the man also got out of the car.

His eyes fell on the man's face, he stared at it for a long time, and then he frowned and sneered: "Does Mr. He think so highly of me? How dare you lower your figure and come to see me in person?"

Originally, I went out to meet him, but unexpectedly...

That's ok, don't waste your time.

In an instant, the originally gentle and indifferent face became extremely gloomy. He clenched his fist and punched him hard in the face unexpectedly.

He Yan took two steps back without force.

Behind him was his own car, and he barely stood still with his palms resting on the car body.

It's just that he just stood firm, and before he even reacted, when he turned his head to look at Song Chi again, the gun in his hand was already on his shoulder.

"you……"

However, just as he opened his mouth, he heard a bang.

The bullet passed through his shoulder, and the blood soaked his clothes little by little.

"Ah!"

He Yan sneered unpreparedly, then took the gun away from his hand, ejected the magazine, and threw it directly on the ground.

Song Chi gritted his teeth and endured, his forehead was covered with dense sweat.

He Yan saw it, but didn't care at all.

With a faint smile, the corners of her lips were full of sarcasm: "Compared to your father, you are so far behind!"

Song Chi: "Don't mention him to me..."

"Don't mention it?" He Yan didn't understand, so he smiled, his tone was full of doubts and incomprehension: "Why didn't you mention it? Isn't it because of his business that you came to me?"

Song Chi: "..." He gritted his teeth and endured, his whole body trembling because of the gunshot wound on his shoulder.

"You, you are still too naive!" He Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and said earnestly: "You don't even think about it, who is your father? How could he have such a meaningless bond, son? Daughter? A family? Hahahaha..."

Speaking of these, He Yan couldn't help wanting to laugh.

"Sure enough, young..."

After speaking, Bi turned and left directly.

The gunshot wound on Song Chi's body was so painful that he gradually lost consciousness, and fell to the ground in embarrassment, his vision could barely see his leaving footsteps, and even those were blurred.

"He... Where is He Ranzhi?"

But he just mentioned He Ranzhi's name, and He Yan's footsteps stopped suddenly.

Song Chi saw it.

With his arms propped on the ground, his hands clenched tightly, he gritted his teeth, and reluctantly said: "When the hospital gave He Ranzhi... the critical illness notice, you... did you think so?"

He Yan stood there, hesitating for a long time, but finally walked away.

"Tell him!" Song Chi raged in the direction he was leaving, and said with all his strength, "I won't...I won't help him anymore, since he doesn't want us...then we will never have anything to do with him again. Any relationship, if he... dares to hurt again..."

However, his will can no longer support him to speak the rest of the words.

Get in the car, close the car door, look up at the rearview mirror, and meet the gaze of the person behind. In the eyes, it is impossible to tell whether it is awe or fear: "Yes, even my own son was killed."

"It's as if Lin Qinghuan is not my own daughter!"

He Yan: "..."

Yes.

Lin Qinghuan is also his daughter, but so many things are directed at his biological daughter.

What about my own son?