Chapter Seventy-One: Conversation
Qiao Qiaoyan left, she ran away, she didn't know what truth she had to face, she didn't know if she could withstand the blow brought to her by this truth, she didn't dare to stay any longer. Her mind was so messy that she left without even asking for food. After she left, Yuan Zhixia's heart was even more uncomfortable than her, her mind was even more chaotic, regardless of Qiao Shenghai's opposition and the retention of others, she stumbled away. After going back, Qiao Qiaoyan, who was in a state of turmoil, didn't have the slightest appetite for dinner, and couldn't sleep all night, if she said that the last time she went home and saw Fan Qinglin at home, she thought too much, then this time she didn't think too much, she didn't dare to think about it, she even guessed a little, but she didn't believe it, she asked for proof.
Qiao Qiaoyan pulled Yuan Zhixia out of WeChat, and asked in the first sentence, "Aunt Yuan, do you have time, I'll rest tomorrow, let's meet, I think there are some things I have to figure out." ’
After a long time, Yuan Zhixia replied, 'Okay. Qiao Qiaoyan set the time and place, after meeting tomorrow, the doubts in his heart will be solved, and he should not think about it too much, in case he thinks wrongly, it will only increase his troubles.
When she arrived at the agreed place, Qiao Qiaoyan arrived in advance, she didn't want to wait for a second, she came without eating, from yesterday to now, she didn't eat a grain of rice but she was not hungry at all. After a while, Yuan Zhixia also came, her hair was a little messy, her eyes were red and swollen, I don't know if she cried last night. Qiao Qiaoyan didn't look in the mirror carefully, and her condition was not much better, she didn't wear makeup, she washed simply, and her dark circles were serious. The two haggard women met, and the careful and cautious Qiao Qiaoyan was looking for a dessert shop, which had a second floor, because there were usually no people on the second floor, so it was quiet and hidden.
After Yuan Zhixia came, Qiaoyan asked her to sit down. After ordering two drinks, deliberately making the atmosphere less dignified, and taking a few sips of the drink, Qiao Qiaoyan pretended to be calm and asked, "Aunt Yuan, I saw you and my father eating together that day, and there were other people next to you, do you know those people? Why is Uncle Fan not here, why is my mother not here?"
Qiao Qiaoyan asked Yuan Zhixia, but Yuan Zhixia lowered her head and did not answer, with tears in her eyes. Qiao Qiaoyan was very distressed when she saw Yuan Zhixia so aggrieved and sad, but she had to continue to ask, to ask clearly, she was really puzzled, what were their parents doing?
"Qiaoyan, your father and I just happened to meet for a meal together. Yuan Zhixia said it tremblingly, but she still lowered her head and didn't dare to raise it, let alone look at each other. Qiao Qiaoyan has never studied psychology, but the sensitivity and intuition of a woman made her expose Yuan Zhixia's lies at a glance. Why did Yuan Zhixia deceive and conceal it, Yuan Zhixia's lie, Qiao Qiaoyan's heart sank even more, the truth must be very serious.
'Aunt Yuan, that day when I saw you and my father eating together, I had already seen my mother and Uncle Fan staying in my house, why is it so strange, even if you are in private to chat and eat, it must be you and my mother together, Uncle Fan and my father together, or all four of you are there, I am really puzzled, and you and Uncle Fan are so panicked when they see me, which makes me suspicious and makes me uneasy, Aunt Yuan, you and Uncle Fan are both good people, don't lie to me, okay?' After Qiao Qiaoyan said these words, the tears that he could hold back flowed down.
After listening to Qiao Qiaoyan's questioning, as well as her sobbing, Yuan Zhixia couldn't help crying sadly, and when she got up, Qiao Qiaoyan wiped her tears while closing her mouth and stopped asking. It took a long time to comfort Yuan Zhixia before she regained her composure, "Qiaoyan, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for you." ’