Love-brained rebirth breaks off the engagement, and Master Shen who ignored her goes crazy

"Are you the owner of this gallery?"

The woman took the initiative to talk to Song Qingyu.

“I saw the paintings displayed inside.”

She pointed to the paintings on display in the middle of the lobby and said, "My best friend, I used to like her paintings."

Song Qingyu looked over there.

This painting is unremarkable.

She is a painter who is not very famous abroad, but her paintings were the most loved by my mother when she was alive.

That's why she hung up.

“Not many people know about this painting by Ms. Monica. My mother used to like it very much.”

Song Qingyu couldn't help but think of her mother.

The smile was a little bitter.

The woman looked at Song Qingyu again, looked around, and changed the subject.

“Is the gallery going to hold an exhibition?”

"Yes, in three days."

Song Qingyu smiled. She had an inexplicable liking for this woman and took the initiative to invite her out.

"If it's convenient for you, you can come and visit on the same day. No tickets are required."

"Really?"

The woman was pleasantly surprised.

"Then I won't be polite."

After chatting for a while, the woman reluctantly went back.

Time came quickly to three days later.

This art exhibition is Song Qingyu's private exhibition.

Tickets were pre-sold online more than a month in advance and were sold out.

The day of the exhibition.

Many reporters also came.

Song Qingyu was wearing a pearl white cheongsam and was entertaining guests with Lin Yixuan.

"The teacher said he couldn't come, so he could only send a flower basket to congratulate you."

Take advantage of the free time.

Lin Yixuan whispered to Song Qingyu and congratulated her: "It seems that this exhibition went very smoothly. Congratulations."

"Please help me, brother."

Song Qingyu winked at him playfully.

Just talking.

There was a commotion ahead.

"Someone fainted!"

Someone shouted, Song Qingyu frowned, and he and Lin Yixuan hurried over.

In the crowd, a woman fell to the ground.

After seeing her face clearly, Song Qingyu immediately walked over and helped her up.

"Brother, please help me call 120."

"it is good."

Lin Yixuan quickly made a phone call.

Not long after, the ambulance arrived.

"Today is your art exhibition. You stay in the gallery. I'm going to the hospital."

Lin Yixuan suggested.

Song Qingyu thought about it and still felt that it was inappropriate.

"Please watch over here. I'll accompany her to the hospital."

The injured person is a woman.

If someone were to make up stories about it, it would have a bad impact on Lin Yixiuan.

Know what Song Qingyu is worried about.

Lin Yixuan didn't force it: "Call me anytime if you have any questions."

"Ah."

Song Qingyu got on the ambulance.

He was taken to the hospital along with the injured.

soon.

The woman was taken to the emergency room.

"Are you a relative of that patient?"

The nurse came out and asked Song Qingyu.

Song Qingyu shook her head: "No, she is a guest of my gallery. She fainted today and I took her to the hospital."

"Do you know her name? Can you contact her family?"

"Sorry, I don't know."

Song Qingyu was embarrassed.

This was only the second time she met that woman.

"She has a congenital heart disease and may have fainted due to emotional excitement. I suggest you wait until she wakes up and ask her family members to come over."

The nurse also saw that Song Qingyu was being kind-hearted and gave him some advice.

"OK, thanks."

It didn't take long for the nurse to leave.

The woman was also pushed out of the emergency room and sent to the ward.

Just as Song Qingyu was about to go in, she received a call from Jiang Minya.

At first, the situation happened suddenly and urgently, and she didn't have time to explain the situation to her mother.

"Mom, I'm fine. I'm in the hospital with the patient now."

Song Qingyu took the initiative to explain.

"Which hospital? I'll go there."

The person who spoke was actually Shen Shian.

Song Qingyu pursed her lips and replied, "St. Ann's Hospital."

"Ah."

The phone hangs up.

Song Qingyu held the cell phone and sat beside the bed accompanying the patient.

I don’t know how long it took.

Shen Shian rushed over panting. He looked Song Qingyu up and down, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that she was not in any danger.

"Leave this to me, you go back and rest first."

He held Song Qingyu's hand and wanted to take her out.

"it does not matter."

Song Qingyu broke free from his wrist.

"There are surveillance cameras in the gallery, and there are so many reporters. If I send a patient to the hospital, no one will say anything."

Don't know why.

She always felt close to this woman.

I also inexplicably firmly believe that she is not the kind of person who would blackmail others.

Shen Shian frowned, displeased by her distrust.

"Be obedient."

"Really not—"

The two people are still arguing.

There was a coughing sound from the bedside.

The woman who had been in a coma finally woke up.

She looked towards the door and saw Song Qingyu. She smiled apologetically and said, "I'm sorry, did I mess up your exhibition?"

Song Qingyu walked over.

"Are you feeling unwell anywhere else? What's your family's contact information? I'll help you contact them."

"Then trouble you."

The woman struggled to sit up and looked at the bag beside her.

Song Qingyu handed it over.

The woman took out a cell phone and handed it to Song Qingyu.

"The first one is my son's phone number. Could you please call him for me?"

"it is good."

The phone has no lock screen.

It was opened easily.

The moment he saw the screensaver, Song Qingyu's eyes were full of disbelief.

On the phone screen was a photo of a pair of girls.

One of them was the woman lying on the hospital bed. She looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old at the time.

And the other...

There was absolutely no way she could admit her mistake.

It was my mother when she was young!

With two pigtails, they were holding hands and smiling brightly.

"You, know my mother?"

Song Qingyu's eyes were hot and his hands were shaking unconsciously.

Shen Shian didn't understand what was going on, so he didn't disturb the two of them and just listened to them talking quietly.

"Yes, I have known him for many years."

The woman looked at the ceiling, her thoughts flying far away.

"Before I got married, your mother and I were close friends. Later, I married and moved abroad, and I mostly kept in touch with your mother through phone calls until I learned of her death..."

The woman's eyes were moist.

"I originally wanted to take you abroad, but then I learned that a family had adopted you and treated you well. My health wasn't good at the time, and I was afraid I wouldn't be able to take good care of you, so I gave up the idea of ​​returning home."

"You are...Aunt Shen Rou?"

Song Qingyu asked tentatively.

She remembered that when she was a child, her mother always talked on the phone with an aunt.

Later, my father's company became increasingly busy, and my mother also became busy, so the two of us contacted each other less and less.

"Silly boy."

Shen Rou touched Song Qingyu's head lovingly.

"It's been hard for you these years."

"Aunt Rou, it's really you."

Song Qingyu burst into tears with excitement.

There are not many people in this world who still remember their mothers!

How could this make her unhappy!

Shen Rou was also so excited that she shed tears.

She heard about Song Qingyu and had wanted to meet her for a long time, but she was afraid that the child was not living a good life and felt resentful, so she went to the gallery for the first time.