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On the road, Song Lan couldn't help but feel a bit worried. Could it really be a troublesome season? Yang Jiaojiao should be reachable by phone even if she hasn't returned to the country yet. If she had gone back, she should have contacted me by now. They had been good friends for many years and got along well.
She had received a message from her before boarding, so there shouldn't be any issues. She hadn't mentioned anything about not coming back.
There have been no recent reports of plane crashes, so we can rule out the possibility of an airplane accident. It seems that something happened after returning. When I found the Yang Family, the one who opened the door happened to be Hu Xiu.
"Excuse me, is this the home of Yang Jiaojiao? Has she returned from abroad?" Song Lan asked politely.
"The young lady has returned from abroad, but she has gone out now," Hu Xiu replied, not knowing Song Lan and naturally not telling the truth.
What a Yang Jiaojiao! She comes back and doesn't contact me, and I can't reach her on her phone! Song Lan felt frustrated but did not show it. "Do you know where she went? Or when she will be back home?" She wanted to ask her face to face, to find out why.
"I don't know where she went. As for when she'll be back home, I don't know either. Maybe she won't come back home!" The last sentence was spoken by Hu Xiu with courage.
"Maybe she won't come back home?" Song Lan immediately sensed that something was wrong, and his anger turned into worry. "What happened? How can I find her?"
"Yes, the little young madam had a misunderstanding with Miss Two and won't be coming back home. I don't know how to find her either. How about this, you give me your phone number. If the little young madam comes back home, I'll have her call you."
"My name is Song Lan, and she knows my phone number. Just tell her that I came to see her." Song Lan believed that Yang Jiaojiao would remember her number. If she couldn't, then such a friend... it was better not to contact her!
"Okay." Hu Xiu nodded in agreement.
Song Lan drove straight home.
...
Yang Jiaojiao had a dream, dreaming that she was in an ice cellar for a while, and then thrown into the fire. The malicious faces of Yang Lili and Wei Mei appeared before her, both telling her to die. She also dreamed of her mother standing not far away, but no matter how Yang Jiaojiao ran, she couldn't reach her mother. She could only chase after her, shouting, "Mom, Mom... don't leave me!"
Mother still turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared.
"Mom!" Yang Jiaojiao reached out to grab the wisp of smoke and woke up in shock, tears streaming down her face.
She gasped for breath, looking around the unfamiliar room in a state of panic.
Where is this?
Although the room is furnished in an extremely simple manner, each one possesses a unique artistic sense, and the placement of objects is very deliberate. The overall atmosphere of the room exudes understated luxury.
She remembers walking in the middle of the road, wanting to hail a taxi... After that, her mind went blank.
Yang Jiaojiao got out of bed barefoot and found that her injuries had been professionally treated and bandaged. She was wearing a men's sweatshirt and men's athletic shorts. Yang Jiaojiao couldn't help but frown. In a daze, she felt like someone had been constantly touching her forehead and giving her water and medicine.
At this moment, footsteps could be heard outside the door, as if someone was about to push it open.
Was it the person coming back to save her?
Yang Jiaojiao quickly wiped away her tears and looked towards the door.
A woman in her fifties entered with a tray and, seeing that she was already up, gently said, "Miss, are you feeling better?"
"I feel much better. Did you bring me back?" Yang Jiaojiao replied politely.
"It was my young master who brought you back. I am the servant here; you can call me Aunt Qing," Aunt Qing smiled as she handed water to Yang Jiaojiao and said, "The young master is having breakfast downstairs. Shall I take you down?"
Young Master?
The clothes she was wearing belonged to him, right?
Yang Jiaojiao nodded in confusion. Since someone had saved her, she naturally wanted to express her gratitude in person.
When Yang Jiaojiao saw the face of her savior in the restaurant downstairs, she was so surprised that she stuttered, "Is it you who saved me?"
Her savior turned out to be Yan Wen, the cheap duck!
"Who else could it be?" Yan Wen elegantly took a sip of coffee, slowly setting the cup down before glancing at the astonished Yang Jiaojiao. Although his clothes hung loosely on her, they were much more pleasing to the eye than when he had picked her up that night, when she had looked like a dirty stray cat.
Yang Jiaojiao felt both unlucky and fortunate. At her most desperate and helpless moments, she encountered this man time and again! After all, he was her savior. Yang Jiaojiao politely bowed and said, "Thank you for saving me."
Yan Wen lightly responded with an "mm," and said nothing more, continuing to eat his breakfast. Yang Jiaojiao stood there like a fool, unsure of what to say next.
This person is really consistently indifferent inside and out!
At this moment, Aunt Qing brought out a bowl of plain congee and placed it in front of Yan Wen, kindly saying, "Miss, have some congee to warm your stomach after recovering from a serious illness."
Yang Jiaojiao glanced at "Cheap Duck" and saw him staring at his tablet, completely ignoring the conversation between Yang Jiaojiao and the servant, as if she didn't exist at all.
Although it was basically confirmed that this woman was the "Jiaojiao" in his heart, the cold-blooded personality he had developed over the years was not so easy to change! Moreover, especially in front of the servant, he couldn't suddenly become warm-hearted.
Yang Jiaojiao was very hungry, but she was shy. "Aunt, thank you for your thoughtful care. I'm fine now, so I won't trouble you any longer."
"Miss, you haven't fully recovered yet! You should stay a bit longer!" Aunt Qing said with concern. "I was so scared when the young master brought you back. Not only were you injured, but you also had a high fever! Thankfully, the young master invited Dr. Wei to come to the house; otherwise..."
"Aunt Qing, stop talking," Yan Wen interrupted, then looked at Yang Jiaojiao with a clear and cold voice, "If you want to leave, you have to finish the porridge. Otherwise, you might collapse at my doorstep, and then I'll have to carry you back myself."
After speaking, Yan Wen stood up and went upstairs without looking back. Yang Jiaojiao stood still in place.
It turned out that he brought himself back? Yang Jiaojiao couldn't help but think of what happened that night... Her ears turned red.
"Miss, please don't mind. Our young master has this kind of personality, but he is a very good person. He is here, afraid that you will feel uncomfortable dining, so he went upstairs first. Please bear with it and be patient. As time goes by, you will find out how good the young master is!" Aunt Qing pulled Yang Jiaojiao to sit down, handed her the soup, and kindly reminded her, "This is the porridge specially ordered by the young master for you to taste!"
one yuan Is that an order?
Uh, Yang Jiaojiao doesn't know his name for now, so let's call him "one yuan" for the time being.
Yang Jiaojiao glanced at the second floor where he disappeared. This person looks cold, but seems to be quite thoughtful.
Aunt Qing was very enthusiastic, and Yang Jiaojiao didn't feel like refusing. Besides, she was really, really hungry!
Yang Jiaojiao was already starving, and the porridge was cooked to a soft and sweet texture. For her, who had been hungry for days, it was simply delicious!
She decided to finish the porridge before saying anything else.
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