486 The Secret About the Past 104 (2/2)
”Brother.”
He looked up and asked, ”Why were you gone for so long?”
”I was having a chat with Sis-in-law. She seems really upset and angry at you though. Do you want to go upstairs to check on her?”
Jin Qingyan immediately zoomed upstairs upon hearing her words.
Jin Qingyue smiled and followed suit. She then stood by their bedroom door quietly to watch what was happening.
Jin Qingyan entered the bedroom to find that An Xiaoning was lying in bed with her hands on her stomach. She was completely motionless, as if she had already fallen asleep.
He stepped forward and caught sight of a syringe beside the bed.
He picked it up before taking a look at a small vial next to it. Jin Qingyan turned as pale as a sheet the moment he read the words on the label of the vial.
”Xiaoning?”
”Xiaoning?”
He reached out to give her a little push but she remained still.
There's no need to kill herself over such a trivial matter, is there? Jin Qingyan thought to himself.
”Enough, stop pretending,” he said, tickling her.
An Xiaoning opened her eyes and flinched before saying, ”Who's pretending?”
”If you weren't pretending, why did you leave the syringe and vial of poison here? Weren't you trying to scare me? You think I don't know you well enough?”
”What do you know about me?”
”I know your character very well.”
An Xiaoning sat up straight and asked with a smile, ”What about my character? What am I like to you?”
”You would never resort to suicide.”
”Why not?”
”Because that's just how you are.”
An Xiaoning squinted and said, ”I'm hungry. Go get Auntie Chen to prepare me my favorite meal. I want to see those two dishes on the dining table later.”
He made an OK sign and said, ”Got it. Fermented beancurd and chili sauce, right?”
An Xiaoning smirked and said, ”Yes. Bring me some liquor from the cellar too. I'd like to have a few drinks.”
”Why do I have to go to the cellar? Don't we have Dreamyanghe in our bedroom?”
An Xiaoning smiled widely and said, ”That's true, why didn't I think of that? It's your unique concoction.”
”Yeah, it's your favorite…” Jin Qingyan hushed immediately upon realizing that he had let his tongue slip.
”Brother, when did you regain your memory?” asked Jin Qingyue, who entered the bedroom slowly.
”Regain my memory? Since when? I haven't remembered anything yet. Tell Auntie Chen that your Sis-in-law is hungry and get her to begin preparing lunch,” Jin Qingyan said to his sister.
Jin Qingyue and An Xiaoning shot each other a tacit look of understanding. ”I thought you've already regained your memory. Turns out you haven't. Alright, I'll go down to tell Auntie Chen now.”