NOVPUBChapter 555: 555, be careful, he’s scheming against you.
Chapter 555: 555, be careful, he’s scheming against you.
Upon hearing this, Song Qinghuan curbed her laughter and her expression turned serious: “So it’s true. But…”
She couldn’t help but laugh again: “Your brother believes in feng shui masters, that seems kind of ‘other-worldly’ to me!”
No matter how she looked at it, it didn’t seem like someone as aloof as Li Chengyun would listen to a feng shui master.
Li Qianze couldn’t help laughing: “Don’t let my brother hear you say that, he might give you a hard time.”
Song Qinghuan made an adorable face, ignoring his warning.
She then asked, “Your little sister disappeared in the hospital, how are you going to find her? Does she have any distinctive features? Like some sort of birthmark or scar like in the novels or TV dramas.”
Li Qianze shook his head: “No, she doesn’t have anything like that.”
Song Qinghuan asked troubledly: “In such a vast sea of people, how are you guys going to find her?”
Li Qianze shrugged: “That’s exactly why it’s so difficult. The Li family has spent so much manpower and resources, yet we can’t find her. I do want to find my sister, but my brother is even more eager. He’s quite amusing when it comes to my sister’s matter—ever since the search began, he arranged a room in our house for her. My goodness, that room really shattered my worldview.”
“What destroyed your worldview?” Song Qinghuan curiously asked.
Li Qianze frowned: “How should I explain this? It’s not that the room is bizarrely decorated, in fact, the decoration is pretty good, but the room is too fanciful, all laces, moreover, it’s my brother who designed it. The style is too different from his own personality, which is why I find it strange. The good thing is, the room’s decoration style was changed afterward.”
Song Qinghuan asked: “Changed?”
Li Qianze replied: “Yes, there was a girl claiming to be my sister who deceived my brother, she had the room’s decoration changed.”
Sensing that Li Qianze didn’t want to bring up this impersonator, Song Qinghuan didn’t ask any further about it.
She voiced her most perplexing concern: “Your brother seems quite indifferent to you, so cold, yet he is so attentive to your sister.”
With a cold huff, Li Qianze stated: “Guilt.”
After a moment of doubt, Song Qinghuan squinted her eyes and asked: “Guilt? Why?”
Li Qianze replied: “In the first few days after my sister’s birth, she was in the hospital. One day, my mother had to go for a check-up and asked my brother to watch the baby. However, he fell asleep and when my mother returned, the baby was gone, taken away by someone. An incident occurred later on, coupled with the loss of my sister, leading to my mother’s depression and her demise at an early age.”
Li Qianze pulled out his hand from his pocket, draped it over Song Qinghuan’s shoulder in a friendly gesture, and said: “Enough of this, haven’t eaten yet? Let’s go grab a bite.”
Having met an old friend in a foreign land, Song Qinghuan was in a delightful mood and naturally would not refuse: “Sure, let’s go!”
Finally in New York, she was smiling again. Her smile was clear as a bright moon emerging from clouds, filled with joy and happiness.
After having Chinese food, Li Qianze took Song Qinghuan to explore Wall Street and some museums.
In the evening, he prepared a generous French feast. Of course, Shi Yuhuan knew about all of this.
Someone had sent him photos, but he had not looked at them immediately.
