Chapter 217 It’s My Fault. I’m Sorry. (1/2)

Fu Zhengzheng returns to her room with mixed emotions. Without turning on the light, she just stands at the window and stares at the faint moonlight outside blankly. Suddenly, two beams of light come near from a distance and go out finally outside the yard.

It’s car light!

Who will come to her home at this time?

Fu Zhengzheng becomes curious at once and stares at the yard on the window board.

The car looks familiar!

Han Siqi’s car!

Sure enough, Han Siqi gets out of the car and Lin Yongcheng follows him.

Although she can’t see him clearly because of the darkness and distance, she is too familiar with his figure.

Didn’t he leave sulkily? Why has he come back so quickly?

Lin Yongcheng takes a big case from the trunk and Han Siqi takes over it. They seem to talk for a while and then Lin Yongcheng leaves.

What is inside such a big case? Clothes? His? Will he hold on here for a long time as well?

Hum! Is her home a place where he can come to and leave as he likes?

Seeing Han Siqi walking towards the yard gate, Fu Zhengzheng dashes downstairs with bare feet to the sitting room first and then she runs to the gate and locks it before Han Siqi enters.

When she just locks the door, she hears the lock-opening sound. He turns the lock for a few times and then stops. After a few seconds, the lock is turned again and he stops quickly once more.

Fu Zhengzheng takes out her phone and counts secretly. When she just counts to five, her phone screen lights up—she mutes the phone.

She puts the phone into her pocket, ignores it and peeks through the cat eye, only to see Han Siqi listening to his phone with a seemingly light smile!

Smile?

Fu Zhengzheng is sure she sees it clearly and her anger flames accumulate slowly in her heart.

Looking at Han Siqi press his phone over and over again and then put it near his ear, she secretly counts the times of his call.

Once, twice…

The smile disappears from Han Siqi’s face slowly and he begins to frown. She even can read out his mouth shape of dirty language, but she still doesn’t open the door.

The door won’t be opened!

You can leave as you like! Who cares!

Hum.

The phone in her pocket stops lightening up, but Han Siqi is still calling. Fu Zhengzheng laughs complacently. She guesses he is calling the landline phone at home–she has pulled out the line. Her father usually mutes his phone at night so as not to influence sleep.

She wants to see how Han Siqi can enter the house tonight.

After they have been stalemated for about twenty minutes, Han Siqi puts down his phone finally and turns around.

Fu Zhengzheng watches him against the cat eye.

Looking at Han Siqi walking out empty-handed, she becomes furious again.

Leaving again? Never come back if you leave this time!

She has put her hand on the doorknob and is ready to shout at him, but he pauses suddenly, stands in the middle of the yard and raises his head to look around.

Fu Zhengzheng’s hand stops and watches him closely again.

Five minutes later, Han Siqi disappears from the sight of the cat eye.

What does he do at the flower bed?

She puts her eyes closely against the cat eye, but she still can’t see Han Siqi.

After dozens of seconds, Han Siqi is still off her sight. She can’t be composed any longer. Then she opens the door lightly, sneaks out and cranes her neck to peek, only to see Han Siqi standing on the flower bed, touching the stone column and measuring it with his legs.

Does he want to go upstairs by climbing the wall?

Does he think this wall is as easy as the one in Mansion Qin to climb?

Han Siqi has a try. Perhaps he thinks he can’t climb on it, so he holds the column, looks around and finds Fu Zhengzheng who is standing nearby.

Seeing she is found, Fu Zhengzheng asks faintly, “What treasure in our house is worth climbing the wall by Mr. Han at midnight?”

Han Siqi is slightly embarrassed. He loosens his grip and walks to her quickly.

“Why didn’t you answer my call?”

“Why should I answer your call?” Fu Zhengzheng rolls her eyes at him.

Han Siqi feels surprised but then he looks as if it’s expected. He reaches out to hold her and smiles, “Are you still angry with me?”

Fu Zhengzheng avoids from his hands and glances at him coldly, “Angry with you? Who are you? Do I know you?”

Han Siqi isn’t angry at all and still moves close to her cheekily, “Darling, it’s my fault in daytime. I apologize to you.”

“No, you are right. You are not wrong at all. It’s all my fault. I should apologize to you.”

“I’ve been not angry long before.” Han Siqi holds her face in both hands, stops smiling and apologizes earnestly, “Darling, I’m sorry.”