Stealing the moonlight into my arms

Chapter 180: A Little Pity

Fu Runing cried uncontrollably as she listened to this story.

She sobbed and wiped her tears with a tissue.

In a foreign country or at the foot of a cliff, how can a five-year-old child get out?

"Aunt Su...Aunt Su Qing, how did you escape from danger?"

Fu Runing thought about it and still decided to call her by her current name.

Her name is now Su Qing, and she is no longer the same person as before, which proves that she has a new life.

After finishing the most difficult part, the things that came after were not so difficult to talk about, as if it were a stolen life.

At that time, she didn't know how I survived. She thought I would die in the mouth of a wild beast, or freeze to death at night, or die from excessive blood loss.

When she regained consciousness, she found herself in a hospital, but her memory was fuzzy. She didn't know where she came from or why she was soaked in the river at the bottom of the valley.

Being in a foreign country, the local people didn’t speak her language and no one could understand her English.

No memory means no past, and the situation at that time seemed like there was no future.

Until a man appeared and solved her language communication problem and answered her doubts.

The man had an oriental face, his surname was Song and his name was Yuanzhao, and he was of Chinese descent.

Song Yuanzhao discovered this woman when he was participating in a field hiking expedition. When he found her, she was completely cold and lying in the icy stream. People around her thought she was a dead body.

Fortunately, there was still a faint breath in response, proving that this was still a living person.

So Song Yuanzhao took the woman to the hospital. She was in a coma for many days. The hospital issued critical illness notices several times and at one point thought she would not survive.

When she finally woke up, she didn't know who she was or where she came from.

Song Yuanzhao was not from here, and his original plan was just to make a short stop here, but this woman delayed him for a long time.

Later, Song Yuanzhao went to the local police station to register his information so that if someone came looking for him, he would have contact information.

But after waiting for a long time, there was no news.

Information was not well developed in that era, and all we could do was wait.

Song Yuanzhao stayed here longer and longer, until he had to leave. He didn't know what to do with this woman, so he simply took her with him.

Probably due to a serious accident, half of the woman's face was fractured, resulting in a sunken face. Even if the whole face is described as unattractive, that would be an understatement.

Song Yuanzhao probably adhered to the idea of ​​saving people to the end, and actively treated her, from physical injuries to facial injuries and her severe psychological stress.

Song Yuanzhao's mother was from Nanyang. There was a Buddha every five steps in Nanyang, and the Song family had a Buddhist temple at home. He entrusted his mother to take care of this nameless woman.

My mother’s ancestral home is Suzhou, but because she has lived in Southeast Asia for a long time, she feels particularly close to her hometown accent whenever she hears it.

There are many sunny days in Nanyang, so she was given a new name, taking the old lady's surname Su and the given name Qing.

Su Qing is good at carving. The jade Buddhas she carves are exquisite, not inferior to those carved by local masters. This makes the old lady look at her with admiration.

Song Yuanzhao often took Su Qing for checkups, which showed that there were white spots in her brain, indicating damage to functional areas. This might be the reason for her amnesia. As for whether it could be cured, no one could say for sure.

So later Su Qing settled down in Nanyang.

In that era when information was not well developed, the sunny days in Southeast Asia gradually dispelled the dampness and coldness under the cliffs.

Her face has been repaired and adjusted repeatedly, and with the advancement of medical technology, the repairs have become more and more natural, and you can no longer tell what she looked like before.

Su Qing slowly recalled that it happened a few years ago.

The incident started with a business event held by the Xiao family in Nanyang. Su Qing accompanied the old lady of the Song family to attend the event. At the cocktail party, she saw a person who made her break out in cold sweats.

She fled from the party as if she was running away.

Later she asked Song Yuanzhao who that was.

Shengzhou, Xiao Group, Xiao Hongshen.

These keywords are like keys to open the floodgates of memory.

Su Qing began to have nightmares every night, and every time she woke up from a nightmare late at night, her memories of the past would become clearer.

Until all those memories come back.

That has been happening in recent years.

After Su Qing finished telling this story, it was already dark outside.

Fu Runing sat on the bed hugging a pillow, with tissues scattered all over the floor in front of her.

The face that originally had delicate makeup was now covered with tears and snot bubbles.

"Brother Feng Yan's father and grandmother are both good people. No wonder Brother Feng Yan is so nice. No, Xiao Qinrui can't do that. She doesn't deserve Brother Feng Yan!"

After hearing this story, Fu Runing didn't know where the focus was.

She knew that Feng Yan's parents had divorced a long time ago. She heard that their marriage was also a family marriage, but his parents did not have a good relationship. Since she met Feng Yan, she had never seen his father.

I didn't expect there was such a story behind this.

Fu Runing wiped her nose, crumpled the napkin in her hand and threw it away.

She choked up and asked, "Aunt Su Qing, have you come back to see Jing Ting?"

Su Qing's eyes were still red. She said, "I watched it secretly. I didn't know how to face him, so I could only hide in the dark and watch him. He has changed. He is different from the Jing Ting in my memory."

"He's unhappy, and his life isn't going well. His eyes aren't as bright as they were when he was a child."

"But I can't make it up to him."

Su Qing's voice choked with sobs, "If I hadn't taken him abroad, but let him stay with his grandparents, this would never have happened."

But where are the ifs in this world?

Fu Runing's eyes were swollen like rabbits. She covered her eyes with the back of her hands and massaged her sore eye sockets.

After a while, she asked a question.

"Aunt Su Qing, I heard you talking to Weng Yuqing. Are you saying that what happened back then was related to her?"

After Su Qing regained her memory, she began to inquire about the news about the Xiao family. Xiao Hongshen remarried and later had another son and a daughter.

She said coldly: "Ning Ning, do you know how much younger Jing Ting's brother is than him?"

Fu Runing was stunned. Five years old.

Xiao Yanting is more than five years younger than Xiao Jingting.

People outside may not look into these months in detail, but if they do, they will find outrageous things.

Xiao Yanting's age can only mean one thing.

That is, Xiao Hongshen and Weng Yuqing had been having an affair for a long time.

It was only because his first wife and eldest son disappeared or died unexpectedly that Weng Yuqing had a legitimate identity, and Xiao Yanting became the heir of the Xiao family.

Whoever benefits the most is the murderer. This logic is correct.

Fu Runing said bluntly: "But we have no evidence."

If there was evidence, she believed that Aunt Su Qing would be able to skin Weng Yuqing alive.

This account is a blood feud.

Su Qing said coldly, "Back then, one of the two bodyguards died, and the other disappeared. But I later tried to recall the face of one of them. He seemed to have been in a relationship with Weng Yuqing. It was a premature love affair, and coupled with the huge difference in their family backgrounds, the matter disappeared quietly."

Time has passed a long time, but during these years, Su Qing has pieced together these memories thousands of times, looking for possible clues.

"Anything that has been done will definitely leave traces. Don't you think she feels guilty?"

Su Qing's eyes were cold and indifferent, and a sneer suddenly appeared on her lips. She took out her cell phone and showed it to Fu Runing.

"And I know Xiao Hongshen better than she does."

Fu Runing stared at the screen of her mobile phone. There was an incoming text message.

The content of the text message was concise and only contained three words.

【Xiao Hongshen】

Fu Runing frowned. This is...

Flirting?

Su Qing deleted the text message and sneered: "In such a short time, he has already got my mobile phone number."

Fu Runing's expression was also a bit hard to describe.

She usually thought Xiao Hongshen was a very serious person with a cold temper. She had been in the Xiao family for three years and seemed to have never heard that her former father-in-law had a woman outside.

But maybe there is, she just doesn't know it.

Fu Runing's phone vibrated several times, but she ignored it until the calls became more frequent, and then she got impatient and prepared to answer it.

I saw it was Xiao Jingting calling.

Fu Runing was a little confused and asked tentatively, "Aunt Su Qing, are you planning to meet Jing Ting?"

Perhaps because she was homesick, Su Qing was unable to make a decision so quickly.

"Ningning, what do you think?"

Fu Runing couldn't make the decision for her. They didn't recognize each other the first few times they met, which meant that she had concerns. Maybe she hadn't figured out how to recognize each other, maybe the time was not right, or maybe she had a new life.

After all, Su Qing has remarried.

But Fu Runing's selfish desire was always clamoring. Perhaps if Xiao Jingting knew that his mother was still alive, he could at least feel a little more love.

"Aunt Su Qing, he is really a little pitiful."

Fu Runing added, "Also, he seems to have no memory of being in the Xiao family before the age of five."

She heard all this from the old man and the old lady. The old lady said that when Xiao Jingting was first found, he had no memory of the Xiao family at all.

Perhaps, he also forgot the existence of his mother.

Hearing this, Su Qing couldn't help but cover her face and cry.

Now it was Fu Runing's turn to comfort her.

"Well, our two families live close to each other anyway. You can visit him as often as you want. When you feel ready to meet him, then you can. There's no need to rush."

Xiao Jingting's call was very anxious.

As soon as Fu Runing finished speaking, the phone rang again.

She could only walk aside to answer the phone. Before pressing the answer button, she cleared her throat and tried to make her voice sound normal.

"Hey?"

Xiao Jingting's voice was low and anxious: "Where have you been? Why didn't you answer my many calls?"

He almost turned the whole floor upside down to look for it. After searching for a while, he heard from the security guard in the manor that his car had been taken away.

"I had menstrual cramps and back pain, so I came back early. I'm sorry, otherwise I'll pay you back..."

Fu Runing deliberately lowered her voice, and her tone sounded aggrieved.

Xiao Jingting frowned slightly when he heard her voice was still choked with sobs.

In the past, Fu Runing always wanted to stay cool in the summer. She would break out in cold sweats during her menstrual cramps. She would always say aggrievedly that she would never eat anything cold again, but she would forget the pain as soon as her period was over.

He slowed down his tone and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

Fu Runing made up something casually: "Red bean and rice cake soup."

"it is good."

Fu Runing listened to the voice on the other end of the phone and felt a little choked up in her throat.

Logically speaking, she usually doesn't feel sorry for men.

However, today's situation is indeed unusual.

She seemed to be making conversation and said, "But I brought your car back."

"It's open now, it's no big deal. If you want to come back, just tell me directly."

The man's voice was as calm as ever, but it was rare to find a hint of tenderness in it.