503 The Secret About the Past 121 (1/2)

She had no choice but to let his mother believe that there was indeed nobody inside.

Jin Qingyue had not eaten her lunch and had intended to send Ling Ciye the soup she made, then buy some food on the street for herself as well. But it seemed like everything had gone down the drain now.

She could only lie down on the bed and get a good sleep.

But before she could get to sleep, she heard Mrs. Ling outside the door calling the locksmith company.

This was not a good sign.

After much thought, Jin Qingyue could only switch off her phone first so that she would not give herself away. Then, she put all her clothes and belongings into a suitcase, placing it into the cabinet, where she hid it under stacks of blankets.

She also put away all the female products in the room.

Then what about herself?

She lifted the bed up and found there was a plank in the middle that had a narrow space that separated the bed from the ground. It was impossible for a person to hide in it, but in this room, there was nowhere else for her to hide in, and it was even more embarrassing for her to hide in the wardrobe as she would be easily exposed.

After contemplating, Jin Qingyue lifted the bed up lightly and slowly lay down on the wooden board in the bed. She then slowly moved toward the head of the bed.

Because she was thin, lying there was just fine for her. However, the gap in between was too small and her nose was stuck closely to the surface on top such that she could not even breathe smoothly.

The locksmith company that Mrs. Ling hired arrived very soon. When they opened the door, witnessing the scene inside made Mrs. Ling completely stunned.

It was a very clean room that did not look like a storage room, but there was indeed no belongings of a woman. There wasn't even a woman in sight.

She suddenly suspected if she had made a wrong speculation.

After searching the bathroom and wardrobe, she found that there was indeed nobody. But she discovered Jin Qingyue's clothes.

Thinking about it, Mrs. Ling realized that those could have been Song Yan's belongings. But since the two had broken up, her belongings were kept aside here.

Little did she know that, when Ling Ciye and Song Yan were together, she had never moved into Wei Ni Estate.

Surveying her surroundings, she bent down and looked at the bed. She realized it was separated by partitions. She instantly turned and told the locksmith to place a new lock for the door.

Meanwhile, Ling Ciye was still in his car downstairs and had not left.

He had sent messages to Jin Qingyue, all of which had not been replied to. He later saw someone who resembled a locksmith carrying a case into the stairway. Ling Ciye sat there for some time and finally could not take it and went back upstairs with the soup in hand.

When he went back, he saw that the door had been opened and the locksmith was putting on a new lock.

”Mother, what are you doing?”

Mrs. Ling replied, embarrassed, ”You didn't want to let Mother see, so I had to think of a way, right? Fine, I've seen that there's nobody inside. I believe you.”

Nobody?

Where had Jin Qingyue gone to?

He suppressed the doubts he had inside and did not dare to look in. After sending away the locksmith and witnessing his mother's car drive far away, he finally ran back upstairs.

Dashing right into Jin Qingyue's room, he made a call to her but her phone was switched off.

”Qingyue? My mother's gone.”

”Umm…” A soft murmur came from under the bed.

Ling Ciye lifted the bed up and saw that her face had turned green from her not breathing properly.

He was instantly guilty as he asked her, ”Why did you hide in such a small place? I thought you would tell my mother the truth.”

”Didn't you say you didn't want to let so many people know about us for now? Since you didn't want to, I didn't want to upset you as well.”

Ling Ciye's heart was stirred up for a moment as he helped her up and moved the bed back down.

”Where are your things?”

”In the wardrobe.”

When she turned and opened the wardrobe, she realized that the luggage had been rummaged through. ”Your mother knows there are women's clothes in here.”

”She probably thought these were Song Yan's things,” Ling Ciye replied as he helped her carry her luggage out, placing it on the floor.

”So she really didn't realize, right?”

”No. It's been hard on you.”