Marriage pet: marrying a thousand gold

Chapter 218 The Truth About Ten Years Ago (2)
The water droplets condensed on the branches of the tree-lined road fell and fainted on her cheeks.

She stood by the road in a daze, letting the rain on the branches and leaves wet her hair and curled eyelashes.

The cell phone in her pocket rang, it was an unfamiliar number, but she picked it up.

"Ziqi, let's meet, I have something to tell you." It was a gentle female voice.

Consciousness was in a state of half-dream and half-awake, Jin Ziqi's brows could not help but wrinkle, and his body was filled with discomfort.

This should be the memory of the murder that happened that night ten years ago.

She didn't expect to reappear in her dream in this way again.

Jin Ziqi's ten fingers clenched the sheet under his body, and his forehead and back were also sticky with sweat.

But she didn't choose to wake up completely, but let herself be immersed in this dream.

However, there were no so-called gangsters, no conflicts and gleaming blood knives, maybe nothing happened yet, what she dreamed was just the beginning of that night——

When she heard that voice that was gentle to the bone, what came to her heart was full of resentment.

Even after many years, even in a dream, the resentment did not diminish at all.

She heard her own cold voice in the dream: "I'm not in the country, I'm afraid I don't have time to see you."

There was silence on the phone for a while, and when she decided to hang up, a voice came again: "I saw you, Ziqi."

As if she had sensed something, she turned her head slowly, a car passed by on the road next to it, its lights illuminated the nearby street, and she saw two women standing not far behind her.

One of the women hesitated for a moment, but still took two steps towards her and called out, "Zi Qi."

In his sleep, Jin Ziqi recognized that face. He had seen it in newspapers and in his mother's graduation photo. It was Qiao Xinhui.

As for the other woman, no, maybe it should be a girl, 17-year-old Qiao Nianzhao, who was standing in the cold night with a suitcase wrapped in a coat, her cheeks flushed from the cold, breathing white mist.

Looking at their outfits, it seems that they have just flown back from other places, and their faces are tired after a long journey.

Maybe it was because I saw her at the airport just now that I chased her all the way here.

Then her vision was blurred, and she seemed to see a little girl running downstairs from her room holding a lot of dolls, her delicate and indifferent face was full of anger.

The little girl threw those exquisitely crafted dolls outside the door, then pushed out the stroller placed in the parking lot, and kicked it over. After hearing the news, Aunt Hong came to pick up those toys.

"Miss, aren't these dolls given to you by your favorite aunt Xin? Why did you throw them away?"

But the little girl pushed Aunt Hong away, and stomped on those toys with her leather shoes until they became a mess. "I will burn all these disgusting things." Coldly, the little girl Then he turned and went back to the house.

The little stubborn figure gradually drifted away in the hazy picture, and returned to that dark night again.

"Ziqi, I want to talk to you."

Qiao Xinhui's complexion was much paler than Qiao Nianzhao's, as if she was weak after getting sick, and her expression was a little ethereal.

The dislike for Qiao Xinhui has only intensified since she was eight years old, especially when she saw Qiao Nianzhao waiting there, her hands clenched the luggage and the violin even more tightly.

That was the evidence of her father's infidelity to her mother, and it was nakedly exposed in front of her at this moment!
In her dream, she showed a mocking sneer at Qiao Xinhui, who was almost begging, with hatred and disgust, but she didn't say a word, turned around and walked forward without looking back.

Qiao Xinhui yelled a few times behind her, but seeing that she ignored her, she gradually lost her voice.

The wheels of the suitcase made a dull rolling sound on the uneven street, and then a figure flashed from the corner of her eyes, blocking her way, it was the panting Qiao Nianzhao.

Her hands were wide open, her chest heaved due to the pursuit, "Sister Ziqi, my mother really wants to tell you something."

Sister Qi cried so loudly that she tightened her eyebrows in her dream, dragged her luggage and missed Qiao Nianzhao, her tone was cold: "I don't have a younger sister, I will call after I see clearly."

Since she was eight years old, she and Qiao Nianzhao hadn't seen each other very often. Whether it was her dislike or Jin Zhaodong and Qiao Xinhui's deliberate avoidance, they had never met face to face like this night.

Qiao Xinhui was surprised by her indifference, and felt aggrieved, but she was not angry, and Qiao Xinhui was chasing after her with her luggage, and the mother and daughter blocked her way one after the other.

"Ziqi, Xiao Zhao didn't mean anything malicious, she just wanted you to wait because I was not in good health. Ziqi, I don't know why you hate me, but I really have something to ask you this time, please give me a few minutes ?”

Don't know why I hate you?
Jin Ziqi's fingers were slowly clenched, and she suddenly wanted to ask the gentle woman in her dream: "I have secretly communicated with my father about the song and gave birth to a child, don't you have the awareness of self-reflection?"

But in fact, she saw herself in the dream turning around with her usual indifferent expression, with a superior posture, like a high-ranking princess overlooking a poor supplicant.

"Don't you know? Sometimes ignorance is also a kind of blessing, but I always believe that evil will be rewarded with evil. In the end, what is planted will result in what is reaped. After doing something wrong to others, you will definitely get retribution."

Qiao Xinhui's complexion changed because of her burning eyes, and the melancholy between her brows and eyes became more intense.

She opened her mouth, but she couldn't speak as if there was something difficult to say. She just reached out to hold her, but she brushed it away indifferently, and Qiao Xinhui's hand froze there.

"What are you doing!" Qiao Nianzhao stared at her angrily when she saw her mother being wronged.

The real Jin Ziqi stood on the edge of the dream, looked at the Ziqi in the dream and looked at the sullen Qiao Nianzhao with cold eyes, and said in a calm tone: "Qiao Nianzhao? Your name is Qiao Nianzhao, right?"

Qiao Nianzhao didn't say anything, but looked at her angrily and warily when she suddenly said his name.

"Ziqi." Qiao Xinhui interrupted suddenly, with a helpless tone, "Can you listen to my explanation? The matter is actually not what you think, your father and I—"

"Shut up, I don't want to hear about those dirty things!"

She turned sharply and looked at Qiao Xinhui. The words "I and your father" made her heart ache sharply.

If they were true love, what was her mother?
If Qiao Nianzhao is the crystallization of their love, then what is she?
Is it the product of a marriage of family interests?

Her body was tingling as if being burned by a raging fire, and she heard her indifferent voice in her dream.

(End of this chapter)