Marriage pet: marrying a thousand gold

Chapter 637 This Is Not His Photo (5)
Song Qiyan pondered for a while on the other end of the phone, and replied with only one sentence: "I'll book a flight back tomorrow."

"Qiyan said he will return home tomorrow."

After hanging up the phone, Su Ningxue conveyed Song Qiyan's meaning to Jin Ziqi.

The matter over there in Germany has not been dealt with, and the key points are being discussed recently, how can he come back?

Although she really wanted him to be by her side at this time, she was not so willful.

When the call was made back, Song Qiyan's voice suddenly became serious.

"Jin Ziqi, maybe I never told you, to me, you are more important than anything else. If the price for me to negotiate a contract is to lose a healthy wife, I would rather go bankrupt."

"Qiyan, I just didn't recover for a while." Jin Ziqi said softly.

"Jin Ziqi, since you're going to lie, don't make your voice so dry. At the very least, shouldn't you let me feel your ease, instead of your stubbornness?"

Jin Ziqi stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the sunset outside, tears suddenly filled his eyes.

"Be obedient and wait for me at home. We will face any difficulties together. Jin Ziqi, you have a husband."

The husband is a woman who relies on her like a mountain, and he has been working hard to protect her from wind and rain.

Jin Ziqi nodded, and gave a soft "hmm": "I'll wait for you to come back."

Berlin, Germany.

Song Qiyan stood in front of the window of the hotel suite, looking down at the photos of the family of four on his phone.

A tall German, Edward, came over in a suit and leather shoes. During this time, he had been in contact with Song Qiyan on the German side. The two were already familiar with each other. "Are you missing your family?"

Song Qiyan looked up at him and smiled: "My wife has something wrong, I want to go back to China."

"Go back to China at this stall, are you sure?" He thought his ears had misheard.

Song Qiyan nodded with a smile: "Tomorrow's flight, I have already asked my secretary to book the ticket."

"Then here..."

"I will spend the night trying to make it clear to my assistant and secretary that they are staying in Berlin."

Edward looked Song Qiyan up and down as if he saw a monster, then took out a pack of cigarettes from the inner pocket of his suit and threw it over: "Treasurer brand cigarettes, not bad, try it."

Song Qiyan took it with one hand, played with it a few times, and then returned it to him: "Thank you, quit."

"Why, your wife won't let you smoke?"

In Song Qiyan's mind, Jin Ziqi looked at him with red nose and eyes aggrieved, his heart softened, and he smiled quietly.

Seeing him acquiescing, Edward nodded: "I'll know as soon as I guess it, and I'll tell you secretly, my wife also likes to take care of it."

While the two were talking, someone knocked on the door outside: "Sir, regarding Song's European market development project, the mayor just called and said that it is necessary to re-talk with you in person."

It was a fair-skinned German boy who came with a smile. This time, the German side was responsible for receiving Song Qiyan.

Song Qiyan looked at his watch, it was still early, "Okay, you go and prepare the car, I'll get down right away."

"Since you're going out, it's time for me to go back. I'm not driving, so I'll drop by when I go to the city hall."

Song Qiyan took the coat from the hanger, "Then let's go together."

Jin Ziqi tried hard not to think too much, but he still suffered from insomnia all night.

The next morning, she washed up and dressed in simple and elegant clothes. Maybe because of the car accident yesterday, Jin Ziqi had a little fear of driving, so she chose to let the driver drive her to the funeral home.

When she stepped into the funeral home, there were nothing but black and white photos, candles, and incense in the mourning hall.

The memorial service has not yet begun.

Jin Ziqi found Qin Yuan where the body was placed.

Qin's mother was lying there with her eyes closed and her mouth pursed, very similar to her usual sleeping look.

The blood on the body has been cleaned, and the wound on the head has healed. The makeup artist sewed it up and applied thick powder, but it still couldn't cover the traces of needlework.

Sitting there with his back to Jin Ziqi, Qin Yuan held Qin's mother's hand and was in a daze.

"Sorrow and change." After brewing for a long time, Jin Ziqi only uttered these four words.

"My mother's body will be cremated tomorrow. I just realized now that I never took a photo with my mother. Now that she's gone, I don't even leave a single item to commemorate her."

Qin Yuan looked at the "sleeping" mother of Qin and muttered to himself, as if he was speaking to Jin Ziqi.

Standing next to him, Jin Ziqi heard him talking about the photo, and suddenly remembered that he had seen a photo of Qin Yuan and his mother.

That photo was found by Song Qiyan when he asked Han Minzheng to investigate Qin Yuan. If she remembered correctly, Song Qiyan casually threw it in the desk drawer in the room.

Seeing Jin Ziqi suddenly turn around and leave, Qin Yuan was a little surprised, but he didn't stop him.

He quietly looked at his mother who would never wake up again, bitterness spread in his heart, maybe this is fate?
"Didn't you go to the memorial service?"

Jin Ziqi hurried back home, went straight to the room, and then rummaged through the drawers.

Su Ningxue followed her all the way, and even Jin Moumou ran after her in cartoon pajamas, rubbing her eyes.

Jin Ziqi felt relieved when he saw the black and white photo, heaved a sigh of relief, and then quickly went downstairs.

"I'm coming back to get something."

After a brief explanation, Jin Ziqi asked the driver to take her back to the funeral home.

Walking into the memorial hall again, some worshipers have already come in twos and threes.

Qin Yuan was entertaining in a black suit, Jin Ziqi took advantage of the gap and passed the photo to him.

"Giving this photo to you is considered a return to the original owner."

Qin Yuan looked at Jin Ziqi, but still took the photo with a circle cut off.

He held it in his hand and looked down at the family of three above. A young woman was sitting on a stool with her child in her arms, and a man was standing beside him in a Chinese tunic suit. The man's head had been cut off.

"Qiyan got it by accident before, and never gave it to you. Now that I think about it—"

Of course Jin Ziqi would not say that Song Qiyan was investigating him behind his back.

Qin Yuan raised his head, looked at her, and handed the photo back to her.

"This is not a picture of me and my mother."

(End of this chapter)