dognovel Chapter 1398 It’s time to leave
Chapter 1398 It’s time to leave
"She wanted to go out and buy it herself. I didn't force her to go out. Do you understand, Rong Zhen?"
Rong's mother was also angry. This lady was not a soft persimmon that could be easily manipulated. A woman who was superior to everyone had come into the family inexplicably. As the mistress of the Rong family, Rong's mother was responsible for all the affairs inside and outside the family. Her status in the family was the most important. Ever since the eldest daughter of the Zhuang family moved in, she had been tolerant enough as the mother of the family.
Rong Zhen slammed the door and walked out with a sullen face, "Rong Zhen, come back here!"
Rong's mother was so angry that the house was filled with noise. Little Tengyue burst into tears after being silent for a moment, and Rong's mother had to coax her little granddaughter.
Seventeen went to the mall. Thinking that Xiao Tengyue didn't have suitable shoes for autumn, she bought a pair of shoes and a few hairpins, then carried the bag back to Hanhai Home.
She didn't go upstairs immediately, but sat in a chair downstairs, thinking about what to do.
I hate thinking, I hate making choices, I really want to just live my life in a muddle and not care about who is who.
However, Kou Quan's words echoed clearly in his ears. Rong Zhen was still so young, of course he would get married again. Was he going to delay his own marriage because of her existence?
Seventeen had to consider leaving. If she was still sleeping in her dream, then she could live here safely, without having to worry about anything, and live carefree with the Rong family.
But she has woken up, and even though she pretends that nothing matters, she still can't forget who she is.
Is it time for her to leave? Seventeen asked herself.
Rong Zhen went downstairs, but didn't dare to walk far, for fear that he would miss Shiqi if he returned. He walked around the neighborhood downstairs and saw the person sitting in the pavilion. He immediately ran over and called out tentatively.
"Qiqi?"
Seventeen looked at the person standing not far away. Through the half-meter-high hedge, he looked at her uncertainly.
Seventeen stood up and walked out of the pavilion. Rong Zhen saw that it was really her. He immediately jumped over the hedge in a panic and hugged her. "I thought I would never see you again. It's so good, so good that you're back..."
"I, got lost." Seventeen explained stiffly.
"I know, I guessed it. I waited for you in the ancient street all day and called the police. But I couldn't find you. I was afraid you would come back to look for me, so I stayed there..."
Rong Zhen hugged Seventeen tightly, his body trembling slightly, his chin rubbing against the top of her head. "I'm glad you're back. I'm glad you're back safe and sound."
Seventeen pushed him and said, "Go back."
Rong Zhen let go of her hand, lowered his eyes to look at her pale face, leaned over and took the bag from her hand, "Let's go, don't go out at night, there are too many mosquitoes at night."
"Yeah." Seventeen nodded.
When the two of them returned, little Tengyue had just been coaxed to sleep by her grandmother, and Rong's mother and granddaughter had also gone to bed, so Seventeen had to stay in the guest room.
This is the current embarrassment of the Rong family. When Rong's mother comes to accompany Tengyue, she has to sleep in the guest room.
After all, it wasn't her own child, and she could live without her. Seventeen leaned against the door, her hand gently touching the scar on her lower abdomen, her eyes darkening little by little. When would she be able to accept her own daughter?
"Qiqi?"
Rong Zhen called out from outside, and Seventeen turned to look at him. The guest room had no door, which was the biggest inconvenience, so Seventeen had to go to the bathroom outside to change clothes before going back into the room.
"You can sleep in my room tonight. The bed in the guest room is too hard and the weather is cold. The quilts here may not be enough." Rong Zhen said at the door.
"No, there's enough quilts. It's not cold yet." Seventeen said with a smile, evasive in her words, not looking at his face. "It's much hotter here than in the capital. I might need more quilts in the capital..."
"You really remember it, right?" Rong Zhen asked her softly, his eyes as dark as ink, looking at her darkly.
Seventeen remained silent. Rong Zhen forced a smile. She hadn't lost her memory in the first place; it was just a way of escaping herself. This was far more dangerous than true amnesia, as she could regain consciousness at any moment. This was just a mild mental illness, and as her mood improved, she would slowly recover.
Perhaps, it was Teng Yue who woke her up.
Rong Zhen suddenly pushed the door open and walked in. As Shiqi looked at him in surprise, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards him, "I don't remember buying you clothes like this!"
"Yes..." Seventeen hesitated and tried to break free from his hand, "How do you know what clothes I have?"
"I remember every one of your clothes clearly. Where did they come from? Where did you go today? Have you seen..." Rong Zhen asked anxiously, and his tone was inexplicably high.
Seventeen shook his hand off, "It has nothing to do with you!"
"It has nothing to do with me?" Rong Zhen grabbed Seventeen's hand. "Why has it nothing to do with me? Just because I met him, I'm nothing, right?"
"Mr. Rong..."
"Call me Rong Zhen!"
"Mr. Rong, calm down..."
"Call me Rong Zhen!" Rong Zhen repeated again, even moving one step closer to her.
Seventeen was helpless and stepped back to avoid his gaze. "What do you mean? Who is he? You asked me this, so you know that my brother is in Kyoto, right?"
Rong Zhen was startled and speechless. Seventeen looked back at him, "When did you know? Why didn't you tell me?"
"A few days ago." Rong Zhen was helpless. He spread his hands and wanted to say something, but it seemed that he could not clear the suspicion of "knowing but not reporting" at this moment.
"I understand. I need to rest. You can go out." Seventeen said softly, and her tone returned to the nonchalant mode. Rong Zhen felt powerless. He looked at her for a long time and finally went out.
Seventeen took his clothes to the bathroom to change, came back and lay down on the bed to sleep. He didn't want to think about these things, hated thinking, and pulled the quilt to cover his head.
When will I leave? I really don’t want to leave Tengyue, but Rong Zhen’s eyes…
Seventeen was somewhat disgusted by men's ulterior motives in their gazes, and somewhat averse to pure relationships being involved in love between men and women. She regarded Rong Zhen as a trustworthy friend and never thought about what the outcome of her relationship would be.
Seventeen rolled around on the bed in frustration, her heart aching when she thought of Kou Quan's hurt eyes and forbearing expression.
Why did he ask her to forgive him for deceiving her like that? He could have just left her forever, so why did he suddenly appear in front of her?
In her opinion, he left when she had a mental breakdown. He deceived her and fooled her around with a false identity, and then just left like that. Can she forgive him?
She finally drifted off to sleep, her dreams filled with a mad Zhou Haoyu seeking her life, Kou Quan with Qi Yao's face in his, and Rong Zhen clinging to her. The sound of crying, the wailing of a baby, rose and fell, as if she were running alone in a dark place, as if countless hands were clutching her from behind. She ran, fell, and then got up and ran again.