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Qin Song calmly replied, "I have no need to put on a brave face for you."

Lin Jiahe frowned, her eyes filled with confusion as she looked at her.

Qin Song: "Lin Jiahe, I was wrong to you before, and I sincerely apologize to you here."

"You..." Lin Jiahe's confusion deepened. Even though they hadn't seen each other for several years, he felt as if he suddenly couldn't understand Qin Song anymore.

At first, Qin Song didn't understand why Lin Jiahe was here, but now, after hearing what he said, she suddenly realized.

Lin Jiahe came to see how miserable her life was.

As long as she suffers, as long as she regrets her past actions, Lin Jiahe can finally vent the anger she felt back then.

Unfortunately, Qin Song probably won't be able to grant him his wish.

"So many years have passed since what happened between us, I don't care anymore. To me, you are someone I once wronged. I don't need to pretend in front of you."

"Happiness is happiness, love is love, I don't need to lie to you."

"..." Lin Jiahe didn't speak, but stared intently at Qin Song. His gaze, full of resentment, fell heavily on Qin Song, determined to find even the slightest trace of her lying or feigning reluctance.

But, it didn’t happen.

After several years apart, the Qin Song before him was completely different from the person he remembered. She was calm, composed, and more polite; there was no trace of her former self in her.

"Why?" He smirked, his smile turning ugly, and asked Qin Song with resentment, "Why him of all people? Why is it that he can change you?"

Qin Song didn't know how to explain, so he could only say, "Maybe it's fate. It's destined that I should change for him, that I should be with him."

The word "fate" made Lin Jiahe laugh, yet she couldn't refute it. "Why don't I have such good fortune?"

Qin Song smiled, pursing her lips, but did not answer him.

He looked up at the distant sky—crimson, brilliant, like a dream.

The sun has already set.

"I heard you're pregnant. Where's the baby?" he asked softly.

A sweet smile involuntarily appeared on Qin Song's face when the child was mentioned. She lowered her eyes, gently stroked her slightly protruding belly, and replied with a smile, "Here it is, four months along already."

Lin Jiahe looked down following her movement: "Is he well-behaved?"

Qin Song nodded: "He's very well-behaved. From the time I found out I was pregnant until now, he hasn't let me suffer at all. I haven't even had the most basic morning sickness."

Lin Jiahe: "Yeah, that's good."

Qin Song: "Hmm."

……

After that, neither of them spoke again.

Qin Song was a time traveler and was completely unfamiliar with Lin Jiahe. She didn't know what else she could say to him.

Seeing Qin Song so happy and content, Lin Jiahe didn't know what else to say. So much time had passed, and Qin Song had apologized to him; his retaliatory sarcasm had instantly lost its meaning.

"It's getting late, you should go back."

After a brief silence, Qin Song spoke first.

Seeing that she was carrying a lot of things, Lin Jiahe thought for a moment and then offered her his hand: "Let me take you upstairs, it must be tiring to carry all this stuff."

"No need." Qin Song subconsciously dodged. "These things are all food, they're not heavy, I can carry them myself."

"..." Lin Jiahe's outstretched hand froze in mid-air.

"Do you really want me to be so blunt?" After a pause, he suddenly smiled helplessly.

"Huh?" Qin Song didn't understand what he meant.

He sighed, and the malice he had been displaying vanished without him realizing it, leaving only a sad sense of relief.

"I came all this way to see you, and you think you can just brush me off with a flimsy 'sorry'? I'm standing right downstairs at your place, aren't you going to invite me up for a drink of water?"

"This..." Lin Jiahe's attitude changed somewhat suddenly, and Qin Song was caught off guard.

"Let's go, let's go." Lin Jiahe ignored her and snatched the things from her hands. "It's been so many years. I want to see your home now. Please come up and have a seat."

"...But if you don't want to invite me, that's fine too, I'll just sit here myself."

"...Hmph." Qin Song was amused by his shameless appearance. After hesitating for a few seconds, he finally gave in.

"If you don't mind, please come up and have a seat."

Lin Jiahe turned and walked upstairs: "Which floor do you live on?"

Qin Song then followed up: "Fifth floor, 502."

"This is my home." The door opened, and Qin Song introduced her small rented room generously.

Lin Jiahe changed her shoes and went inside. She frowned as she looked around the room, and said while putting her things down, "It's a bit small, but it's quite clean and cozy."

Qin Song: "Pei Xingzhi cleaned and arranged all of this; I didn't lift a finger."

"We've run out of tap water at home, shall I get you a bottle of mineral water?"

Lin Jiahe sat down on the sofa without ceremony and hummed in agreement: "Anything is fine."

Qin Song then opened the refrigerator, took out a bottle of chilled mineral water, walked over to Lin Jiahe, and handed it to him.

Lin Jiahe reached out and took it, immediately unscrewing the cap and taking a big gulp.

Is Pei Xingzhi good to you?

Qin Song pulled up a chair and sat down opposite him on the sofa: "He's been very good to me. Although the Pei family is now bankrupt, he's not discouraged at all. He's set up his own studio and is working with friends to develop projects, and they're currently preparing to attract investment."

"That's good." Lin Jiahe breathed a sigh of relief. "I was just afraid that he would be so devastated by this that he would never recover and you and the child would suffer with him for the rest of your lives."

Qin Song: "He wouldn't."

Lin Jiahe: "I also hope he won't."

Lin Jiahe didn't stay in the rented room for long. Just as he said, he just wanted to sit for a while and have a glass of water. After finishing his water, he got up to say goodbye.

Qin Song escorted him to the door, and after watching him go downstairs, he closed and locked the door.

"Om - hum -"

Suddenly, her phone, which was on the dining table, vibrated twice. Qin Song thought it was Pei Xingzhi replying to her WeChat message, so she quickly went over and picked up her phone to check.

But she didn't see Pei Xingzhi's reply, only a friend request.

Shen Yan sent back a friend request.

Qin Song frowned, puzzled as to why Shen Yanhui had suddenly added her as a friend. She paused, sensing something was amiss, and then pressed the "accept" button on the screen.

After accepting the friend request, Shen Yan Hui didn't say a word. Qin Song waited for a while, but didn't receive any message from her, so he inexplicably clicked on her Moments.

Her WeChat Moments only had one post, which was just updated—

"Having someone pick you up and drop you off at get off work is happiness."

The caption was accompanied by a picture, a selfie she took while sitting in Pei Xingzhi's car. Pei Xingzhi's highly recognizable features were visible in the upper left corner of the photo.