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The two found empty seats and sat down.

Yu Ziqing asked, "Do you think that child was trafficked?"

Chu Xinhao made a wry smile, "Probably I was thinking too much. If he was really trafficked, he wouldn't be sold to such a developed city, and he would even be able to jump around with healthy limbs."

Hearing what he said, Yu Ziqing suddenly thought of a memory.

She said while thinking, "I really saw a boy who was trafficked when I was young."

Chu Xinhao brought two bottles of orange juice from the boss with ease, and ordered some food.

He sat back on his seat, "What happened to that kid then?"

While talking with a smile, he took the opportunity of opening the lid and silently put a drop of transparent liquid into Yu Ziqing's bottle of orange juice.

Yu Ziqing recalled: "I was still young at the time, just after kindergarten, my mother said a few more words to the teacher, and I stood by and waited."

"I saw a boy who was half a head taller than me running like hell. His clothes were dirty and torn. His face, arms and legs were bruised. He had no shoes on and his feet were bleeding. He ran to me. When I was in front of him, I even fell."

"I heard a few men's voices coming from the corner, saying that they would take the man back and break his legs. I immediately pulled the boy into my family's car and hid him."

"When those people came over, they didn't find the boy. They looked at me more, seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then left."

"Later the boy told me that those were human traffickers. Because he tried to run many times without success, they wanted to break his legs and let him go out to beg."

"My mother was soft-hearted. After listening to it, she cried in a mess. We wanted to take him to the police, but he didn't agree. He ate something in the car, got out of the car and left."

"I don't know how he is now, has he been taken back?"

Chu Xinhao stared at her face, and listened carefully to every word she said.

There was a hint of shock and disbelief on his face.

He tentatively asked, "What's the name of the kindergarten you went to?"

Yu Ziqing smiled bitterly, "Jiangcheng Zhenhe Kindergarten."

She thought of other people's memories of their student days, and they could recall back to college, at least back to junior high school, and she only had kindergarten.

Yu Ziqing picked up the orange juice and said with a smile, "It's been so many years, I thought I forgot about it."

There was no smile on Chu Xinhao's face for a long time. He stared at Yu Ziqing solemnly, watching her bring the orange juice to her lips.

Just when Yu Ziqing's cherry lips were about to touch the bottle, he suddenly grabbed it and poured all the orange juice on the ground without hesitation.

Yu Ziqing froze for a moment, "What are you doing?"

Chu Xinhao looked a little unnatural, "It seems that a mosquito has entered."

Yu Ziqing shrugged and didn't care, since she wasn't very thirsty anyway.

Since her mother's death, she has little recollection.

Perhaps because of this, she has never dreamed of her mother for so many years.

At this time, the boss came over with a few plates of side dishes and placed them on the dining table one by one.

Chu Xinhao brought her another bottle of orange juice, and he felt unnatural, even awkward.

Holding up the orange juice, Yu Ziqing took the initiative to touch his bottle, and said with a smile, "Thank you for the treat."

Chu Xinhao pursed his lips, the previous anger disappeared without a trace, and his fists under the table tightened and loosened for a while.

His words became less and less, his eyes were in a trance, and he didn't dare to look into Yu Ziqing's eyes the whole time.

This whole day, Yu Ziqing didn't eat much, and this was a real meal.

Finally full!
She put down her chopsticks and finally found that Chu Xinhao was much quieter.

She smiled and said, "You can't do it, can you? Is this meal more than two hundred? Why does it feel like you're bleeding and cutting your flesh?"

Chu Xinhao got up to pay the money, then came back and said, "Where are you going? I'll take you back."

Yu Ziqing looked at the side of the road and found that there were many taxis, "No, I'll go by myself. Goodbye."

Chu Xinhao stood where he was, looking at her back, as if realizing something.

On the way back, Yu Ziqing was immersed in the memories of the past.

She thought it was time for her to see her mother.

For so many years, she has never seen her.

In the past, it was because she was under house arrest in Yu's house and had no chance. Later, she deliberately avoided this matter.

Early the next morning, the task issued to her by the system turned out to be in the same place as her destination.

On this day, it was cloudy and rainy.

Holding a bouquet of small chrysanthemums in one hand and a transparent umbrella in the other, she walked into the cemetery with a heavy heart.

【Ding!Sign in at Jiangcheng Cemetery was successful! 】

[Congratulations on getting 30 system gold coins!The balance is 510! 】

【Congratulations on getting the "City Construction Planning Collection", the host can use it as a reference when building a city! 】

Yu Ziqing didn't mind the system's notification tone, and searched row by row. After searching for a long time, she finally found her mother's tombstone.

This is her first time here.

I don't know who has been here, but a bouquet of fresh chrysanthemums has been placed in front of my mother's grave.

She stood silently for a long time, looking at the picture of her mother, but didn't know what to say.

If there are souls in this world, mother will not be able to help her if she hears about it, and it will only increase her troubles.

If there is no soul, what is the difference between speaking and not speaking?

A series of heavy footsteps came from behind, getting closer.

The man stopped behind her.

Yu Ziqing had already figured out his identity based on the sound of his footsteps.

"Ahem——" Yu Zonghan started coughing before he could speak.

Yu Ziqing was unmoved.

Yu Zonghan sighed, "Wan He, I'm here to see you. Have you seen that the child in front of you is my daughter and yours. She has grown up."

Yu Ziqing looked at the photo on the tombstone and said coldly, "She naturally knows who I am, so you don't need to introduce me."

She grew up, but how did she grow up?
Being under house arrest by the Yu family for more than ten years, she has food, clothing and housing, but no freedom and no human rights.

Yu Zonghan's voice choked up, "Ziqing, it's dad who is sorry for you."

Yu Ziqing turned her head and stared at him angrily, "Father? You are not worthy of being my father, let alone apologizing to me! The person you are most sorry for is my mother!"

She turned around and left.

Yu Zonghan stopped her, "Ziqing, listen to what Dad has to say first."

Yu Ziqing took a deep breath, "I have nothing to say to you. If you want to return Yu's equity, I'm sorry, let's talk about it."

Yu Zonghan blocked her way with a pair of dry and trembling hands. He looked remorseful, "No, no, no, I won't talk about Mrs. Yu."

"Since you came back... To be exact, since I found out that I was going to die, I have thought about many things."

"I know I'm a bastard, I'm sorry for you mother and daughter, I don't quibble, and I don't make excuses for myself."

"I also know that you hate me. I just want to admit my mistake to you today. I don't ask you to forgive me."

"Ziqing, give me a chance to admit my mistake, okay?"

Yu Ziqing pursed her lips and remained silent.

Yu Zonghan cried bitterly, "Ziqing, it's dad who is sorry for you! I'm sorry for your mother! I'm sorry!"

Yu Ziqing asked in a cold voice, "Do you think you can cancel everything by saying sorry? My mother and I's pain can disappear without a trace?"

"Ziqing, Dad only hopes that in his lifetime, he can do something to make up for you as much as possible."

Yu Ziqing smiled sadly, "Make up for it?"

She stared at his vicissitudes and thin face, with a trace of sarcasm on her lips, "Give me money? I have it myself. Give me family affection? My mother is long gone. What can you make up for me?"

Yu Ziqing looked at the young and beautiful face on the tombstone indifferently, "I don't need you to do anything for me."

She took a deep breath, turned and left.

She randomly found a quiet cafe, ordered a cappuccino, then sat in the corner and took out her tablet to start drawing.

After returning to China, there are miscellaneous things every day, and I can't concentrate on painting like before.

She can only find time to catch up with the manuscript.

In the blink of an eye, night falls.

The coffee cup on her desk didn't move, but the painting under her pen had already made rapid progress.

Just as he was about to finish work and go home, he received a call from Mother Jiang.

She whimpered and cried on the phone, "Miss! Just now Meilin called me for help. She is now being detained in a place called Shengshi Bar. She owes them 10,000+ and cannot pay it off. Now they're making her a guest."