C85 (1/2)

”Impossible. You must be lying to me! ”

Qiao Anyun did not believe Wen Ziqi's words. How could someone like him have a few lines of truth in his mouth? This must be his trap, and he must be plotting something!

”Whether it's true or not, you should be clear in your heart.” ”Or perhaps you could ask Fu Siming and have him tell you personally.”

”I don't believe a word of what you said.” With these words, Qiao Anyan ran out of the New Moon Hotel without looking back.

Actually, she was skeptical of Wen Ziqi's words in the depths of her heart at the moment. If she really didn't believe him in the slightest, then she wouldn't have such an intense reaction.

Seeing her reaction, Wen Ziqi knew that his plan had worked, and a proud smile appeared on his face.

After running out of the Crescent, Joanna didn't know where to go.

Come to think of it, she seemed to have everything — lovers, family, friends — but in reality, her parents only thought of her as a tool for the clan's benefits, and her so-called friends were nothing more than friends made out of wine and meat.

The only person who was truly good to her was Fu Siming … Why did things turn out this way?

She wandered aimlessly, and by the time she came to herself, she was at the edge of the river.

The wind by the river was somewhat strong. The howling wind from the river blew the raindrops straight at his face. It was a very uncomfortable feeling, but it caused Qiao An Xia to be incomparably clear-headed.

It was true, and she had to face it. But if what Wen Ziqi said was true, that the truth was that she was the one who killed Fu Siming's grandfather, then how could the current her be peacefully together with Fu Siming?

She sat down on a bench by the river, her mind full of what Wen Ziqi had told her.

Don't save anyone from death... Don't save anyone from death... Why would she do that?

She sat by the riverbank for the entire afternoon. The sky was already dark, but she still didn't have the slightest intention of returning home.

Home? She smiled wryly at the thought. Does she still have a home?

When he arrived home around eight o'clock, he did not see Joanna.

He waited until nearly ten, and when he saw that Joanna wasn't home, he couldn't sit still any longer and called her.

Qiao Yifan picked up his mobile and saw that the caller ID was ”Fu Si Ming.” His heart couldn't help but tremble.

For a moment she thought of picking up the phone, but then she put it down. Currently, she wasn't prepared to face Fu Siming.

Joanna put the phone back in her bag. What could she say to him now that she had answered the phone?

He called several times, but none of them answered. He could only search the location of her cell phone, which was located near Riverside Park.

Without a moment's delay, he drove out alone to find her.

As they drove up to Riverside Park, he saw a woman sitting on a bench outside the park.

He pulled over to the side of the road and hurried over to stand in front of her.

Then who else could it be other than Qiao Yifan? He wanted to say something, but the reproachful words reached his lips but did not come out.

Fortunately, she was fine.

Qiao Anyun was in a daze with his head lowered. He felt that something had blocked the light from the street lamp and a shadow had blocked her line of sight.

When he raised his head, he saw that the man in front of him was actually Fu Siming.

”What happened?” ”Why don't you go home?”

She only stared blankly at the man, but didn't say anything.

When Fu Siming looked at her with a questioning gaze, her gaze was evasive. The rims of his eyes were slightly red, as if he had been greatly wronged. Suddenly, she reached out and hugged him.

”What's going on?”

The woman just tightly hugged him, still didn't speak. No matter how Fu Siming asked, she wouldn't open her mouth.

Finally, the man helplessly said, ”Let's go home.”

With that, he picked up Johann and placed him on the passenger seat before driving her home.

When he got home, noticing that her hands and feet were still cold and trembling, he carried her to the bathroom.

After being drenched in the rain for so long, although it was not much rain, it was already cold on an autumn night, and it was on the riverside, so Fu Siming was worried that she might catch a cold.

”Take a hot bath and get some sleep. No matter what happens, don't think about it. ”

After putting Joanna into the bathtub, she continued to stare at the man in a daze. After a while, she slowly opened her mouth and asked, ”Fu Si Ming, do you hate me? ”The current me.”

When he heard her ask this, he knew that something must have happened to her to make her look so abnormal.

However, since she was unwilling to speak, he was in no hurry to ask. Instead, he would wait for her to calm down before he told her.

Fu Siming shook his head. ”I don't hate him.”

”Do you hate the old me?”

Fu Siming paused slightly, then fell silent. He thought to himself: You're not that damned woman, how could I hate you?

However, Qiao Anxiao regarded his silence as a tacit agreement and his mood became even more downcast.

”Today, I saw Wen Ziqi.” ”I saw the will. It was in Wen Ziwei's hands.”

He did not show any surprise, as if he had already known that the will was in Wen Ziqi's hands.

A teardrop rolled down his face as he sobbed silently. ”Is it true that your grandfather's death is related to me?”