Substitute Wife: The Mysterious Emperor and Young Master Loves Deeply

A coolness rushed from the neck to the heart, forcing Chu Qianmo's eyes to widen. The strong suffocation made Chu Qianmo subconsciously grasp the other's arm.

Her heart tightened, and an extremely bad premonition flashed in her mind...

A black shadow as tall as a mountain appeared from behind the pile of debris.

The majestic figure and imposing manner made the already cramped grocery room even more cramped.

It turned out that it was Shang Jiachen.

His eyes were as sharp as a win, he traveled through the darkness, and met Chu Qianmo's eyes.

"Brother...brother...you...what are you doing?"

Chu Qianmo barely found a gap to breathe, and asked in a difficult voice.

"What are you doing in the attic by yourself?"

Shang Jiachen finally made a sound, his voice was indifferent and full of vigilance.

Although he led Chu Qianmo back to Qionghua Villa on impulse, deep in Shang Jiachen's heart, he still couldn't fully trust Chu Qianmo.

Since "she" left, he has been living on a high level of alert, and any slightest disturbance will prompt him to reveal the ferocity in his heart instantly.

"I...I have chest tightness, so I came to the roof to get some air. But...the steward told me that there is a sky garden on the roof, so...so..."

Even though he was able to breathe, Chu Qianmo, who was strangled by the throat, still felt very strenuous.

housekeeper……

It was only then that Shang Jiachen remembered that the butler had indeed reported to him today, saying that he had taken Chu Qianmo around the Qionghua Villa.

He thought... It seemed that he was overthinking again.

Shang Jiachen's tense mood instantly relaxed, and he slowly loosened the hand that tightened Chu Qianmo's neck.

He turned on the light in the abandoned attic, and under the dim light, Chu Qianmo finally saw Shang Jiachen's face clearly.

The line of his jaw is cold and hard, there is a bit of suspicion in his deep pupils, there are shallow creases between his brows, and his tone is a little softer:

"This attic has not been used for many years, and the piles of old things are piled up. The garden on the roof has also been abandoned. From now on, don't come here again..."

The light drools down from the ceiling, and Chu Qianmo scans the surrounding area with his peripheral vision. When she sees a corner of the attic, her most beloved white piano is exposed, she suddenly understands what Shang Jiachen refers to as "an old thing". ", what exactly does it mean.

She remembered that the attic was empty in the past, but now it is full of piles. It must be that Shang Jiachen stored everything about her and her mother Jiang Ya in the attic.

However, logically, for such a heartless person, he should be thrown away directly, or burned here...

Not only did he keep all their old things, but since he got married, he has always chosen to live in Qionghua, but he clearly has other villas under his name...

What was he waiting for, or was he afraid of?
Chu Qianmo's heart was full of deep doubts. The closer she got to Shang Jiachen, the more she felt puzzled by what he did.

The more incomprehensible it was, the more she wanted to do her best to reveal his true face as soon as possible...

However, facing a deep and aloof man like Shang Jiachen, the only way for her to reveal his true face is to occupy his heart early.

Feeling that the hostility on Shang Jiachen's body had relaxed again, Chu Qianmo tried his best to hide the biting hatred in his heart.

Like she did to Shang Jiachen before, she stretched out her hand to caress his brow, and gently smoothed the folds of Shang Jiachen's skin with her cold fingertips. Her voice was soft, and her tone was so obedient:

"Brother, I will promise you everything you ask me to do. But can you promise me that you will not frown from now on?"

While talking, Chu Qianmo used his fingertips to gently move back and forth between Shang Jiachen's eyebrows.

However, the more she did this, the more Shang Jiachen frowned.

Such a small movement by Chu Qianmo, like throwing a stone into the lake, caused ripples in Shang Jiachen's heart.

Countless memories poured into his mind like a tide, and he was caught off guard, so he froze in place, and the little woman in front of him suddenly became the 10-year-old girl with shofar braids and floral dress...

At that time, Shang Jiachen was only 12 years old. Two years after his parents died, he was taken to Qionghua Villa by Jiang Ya from his uncle and aunt's house.

At that time, because of his uncle and aunt's abuse for two consecutive years, he became reticent, withdrawn and eccentric, and didn't want to talk to anyone. When he came to Qionghua, he curled up in the cabinet on the attic, and no one could let him go. he left here...

He stayed in the attic for two weeks in a row, during those two weeks, Chu Qianmo would go upstairs to see him every day.

She called him "Brother" in a childish voice, she carried all her toys to the attic, and she brought him all kinds of delicious snacks... Just like that, he was influenced by her little by little, and gradually I got used to Qionghua, and also got used to the sudden addition of a younger sister in my life.

He still remembered that she really approached his heart on the day of his 12th birthday.

At that time, she was holding the birthday present she personally made for him, walked up to the little boy, and handed the gift to him devoutly.

Then, she suddenly reached out to caress his brow, and said to him in an innocent voice:

"Brother, today is your birthday. I know that you are sad that your parents are gone, but from now on I will be with you. I promise you that from now on I can share everything with you, mine is you Yes, but can you promise me that you won't frown from now on?"

At that time, she was also standing opposite him like this, and she was half a head shorter than him.

Their movements, expressions, tone of voice, and even their eyes are all exactly the same...

Shang Jiachen's pupils shrank violently.

A strong painful emotion spread from the bottom of his heart, and his eyes became blurred little by little.

He stretched out his hand unconsciously, his cold fingers brushed over her creamy skin, straight through her hair, his eyes gradually blurred, his Adam's apple rolled, and he couldn't help but uttered a sentence:
"Momo..."

Time seemed to travel back to that day suddenly, and his heart was burning like fire, trembling...even, rejoicing.

I am glad that everything is still so beautiful, and I am glad that nothing happened.

Chu Qianmo's body seemed to be pierced by a bullet suddenly, and all limbs and bones ached.

Through Shang Jiachen's eyes full of confusion and pain, Chu Qianmo suddenly sensed his heart like before.

The "Momo" he is calling at this moment is definitely his past self.

Chu Qianmo stared blankly at his eyebrows, his eyebrows were like knives, and the brows were still as heroic as before.

Her pupils were hooked by the lingering tenderness in his eyes, and at the same time her heart sank unconsciously, her face was slowly approaching his face under the force of his palm...