No wonder she felt that he could have been the man behind the mysterious number. When she confronted him about it, she had been cruelly rejected, with the excuse that it was nothing more than he felt he owed her, but now, from the looks of things, he might have been lying at the time.
If it was simply because he felt like he owed her, did he need to abandon so much of his professional work to follow her to Japan?
If it was simply because he felt like he owed her, did he need to continue helping her secretly investigate Song Cheng’s death using so much of his finances and resources even though he had already cut all ties from her?
If it was simply because he felt like he owed her, when she was trapped in the northern mountains, did he need to pretend like he was near her when in fact he was speeding through town to come fetch her?
If it was simply because he felt like he owed her… all the memories floated up in Song Qingchun’s mind.
Sometimes, the smallest action of an individual can touch you for a moment, but a moment does not last; human beings have to look forward, and the feeling of appreciation in that moment will eventually be washed thin by time. However, when one looks back to reminisce about the past, it is not that surprising to realize that the care that one person gave you was… much greater and much more common than you expected.
Song Qingchun kept a tally in her head until she could not keep track of the times Su Zhinian had shown her a great amount of care and concern. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Su Zhinian does care about me, and the intensity of his care is so much greater than I could have envisioned, but if he cares about me so much, why would he reject me when I confessed to him? If he cares about me so much, why would he slip me that box of morning-after pills after our night together? If he cares about me so much, why would he give me so many things to cry about?
Song Qingchun was suddenly reminded of the nickname she gave him when she discovered the toll receipt in his car, Liar Su!
When she decided not to use ‘Maniac Su’ to refer to him anymore, among all the fresh nicknames that she came up with, the first one she rejected was ‘Liar Su’. However, looking back, ‘Loyal Su’, ‘Technician Su’, ‘Beauty Su’ were all lies; the only one that was real was Liar Su!
If not for the fact she had accidentally discovered the plane ticket, the dyed shirt, and the soaked present box, would she have continued to be swindled by him forever and ever?
Song Qingchun thought about the tears that she had shed for Su Zhinian and the pain in her heart that was caused by Su Zhinian, and the fire in her heart raged brighter and brighter. It felt like the fury in her chest was going to spill out. She had to peel the liar’s mask off Su Zhinian’s face that day, or else she would never be able to sleep at night!
The taxi rolled to a stop in front of Su Zhinian’s company. Song Qingchun in her fury, growled at the taxi driver, “Sir, how much?”
When did the gentle girl who got into the car become such an angry woman?thought the innocent taxi driver.