Stealing the moonlight into my arms

Chapter 198 Premonition



Chapter 198 Premonition

Fu Runing slept very deeply, and when she woke up the next day, it was already noon.

Apart from feeling a little weak, I didn't have any headache or hangover.

She saw another transfer on her phone, still a huge amount.

Speechless.

She thought Xiao Jingting was a very funny person, and she felt that the only thing she and Xiaoting did together was sleep.

When he felt something was happening between them, he transferred the money.

Fu Runing opened the chat box with him and sent three question marks.

"You have too much money to burn, don't you?"

After she sent this message, she went to wash her face and brush her teeth. When she came back, the man had already replied.

"I made a voluntary donation."

Fu Runing: "..."

Neuropathy.

Send it if you want, she won’t transfer it back to him anyway.

After receiving the money, she did not forget to tease her ex-husband: "Do you think Xiao Ting and I have such a dirty relationship?"

Xiao Jingting replied: "I don't know"

Fu Runing looked at the message and didn't know how to reply.

Suddenly he felt that Xiao Jingting was also very pitiful. He could not feel Xiao Jingting's ease and happiness.

Xiaoting has his memories, which are his split personalities due to dissociative disorder, but Xiao Jingting does not have Xiaoting's memories.

Forget it, I won’t tease him anymore.

Not interesting.

After a while, Xiao Jingting sent her another message -

"Dad has a follow-up checkup tomorrow. I'll take him."

Fu Runing subconsciously wanted to go back. With her at home, was there any need for him to go?

But the news was never sent out. Xiao Jingting had accompanied her to many previous checkups.

After every conversation with the doctor, Xiao Jingting even signed the signature.

Because she was timid and didn't dare to face it.

After a long time, she replied with one word: "OK"

Fu Runing was in a good mood. After finishing her chat with Xiao Jingting, she sent a message to Aunt Su Qing, asking if she was at home.

Su Qing showed her a photo at the exhibition.

Fu Runing was embarrassed to ask her directly whether she wanted to recognize Xiao Jingting.

She had already exchanged information with Amelia Su, and she felt that it would be more convenient after she and Xiao Jingting recognized each other.

Su Qing called her.

"Ningning, what should I say to him first? Should I say sorry?"

This was the first time Fu Runing heard such a confused tone in the ears of Su Qing, a gentle yet tough woman.

Fu Runing thought for a moment, then said, "Aunt Su Qing, you are both victims. Why should you say sorry to him? Besides, he is already happy that you are alive. He hopes that you live a good life, really."

Although Xiao Jingting didn't say this, Xiaoting told her in person.

Xiaoting's words should be 100% credible.

After all, Xiao Ting's mouth is not as hard as Xiao Jingting's.

a long time.

Su Qing finally made a decision: "Okay, then let's do it tonight."

"Okay, I'll think of a place." Fu Runing used a little more strength in her hand holding the phone, and she became inexplicably excited.

……

Xiao Jingting saw the message from Fu Runing after the meeting.

"Are you busy tonight?"

tonight?

Xiao Jingting replied: "What do you want?"

Fu Runing replied within seconds: "Go back to Xishan Bay Villa tonight, I'll go too."

When Xiao Jingting looked at the words "Xishan Bay Villa", he doubted the authenticity of the news.

What to do at Xishan Bay Villa?

But Xiao Jingting didn't ask, nor did he call to inquire about the specific situation. Instead, he replied immediately.

"Okay, I'll go back early."

I was afraid that asking would lead to unnecessary complications.

So, after seeing this message, Xiao Jingting became a little absent-minded at work.

After finally getting off work, he didn't want to stay any longer and just wanted to rush back immediately.

Xiao Jingting arrived at the underground parking lot after work.

He received a call from Han Cheng.

Han Cheng is a lawyer, but his family is involved in both black and white affairs.

He asked Han Cheng to keep an eye on some things for him.

Xiao Jingting answered the phone, thinking that there was some progress.

Han Cheng on the other end of the phone said, "There hasn't been any progress, but I discovered something strange."

"what?"

Han Cheng didn't keep the secret and said bluntly, "Your aunt, your stepmother, has been sneaking around with a woman lately. Her life is usually pretty simple: watching shows, going to auction houses, having fun, and at most going out to meet up with the wives' circle. But in the past few days, she's changed her ways. There must be a reason for this sudden change in her routine."

Xiao Jingting was puzzled, but he did not interrupt Han Cheng. He waited quietly for him to continue.

"The woman she was following seemed to work at an art museum and was a sculptor. Your aunt usually dresses up carefully when she goes out, but these past two days she's been wearing very low-key clothes, as if she's afraid others will notice her."

Xiao Jingting connects these information points, the sculpture artist...

He asked in a deep voice, "Are there any photos?"

"Yes, I will send it to you."

However, before Han Cheng's message came, Xiao Jingting asked again: "Is the person she is following called Su Qing?"

"Really?" Han Cheng's tone revealed a hint of surprise. "You know him?"

Xiao Jingting frowned slightly, his thoughts a little confused.

Among the female sculptors in Shengzhou, he had only seen Su Qing.

Feng Yan's stepmother.

The identity of a sculptor is very sensitive to him.

His mother, Weng Qing, was a sculptor.

Of course, these were also the information he got from others after he returned to the Xiao family.

He had very few memories of his mother over the years. He could not remember anything before the age of five, and naturally had no memories of his time with her.

However, Fu Runing mentioned his mother twice inadvertently in the past few days.

Xiao Jingting recalled the Xiao family’s birthday party a few days ago. Fu Runing left early and drove his car back.

On that day, Feng Yan came with his stepmother, but left alone.

Before he could think about it too deeply, Han Cheng's picture was sent to him.

Most of the photos were taken in art galleries. The women in the photos are elegant and graceful. They are standing in front of the exhibits and seem to be introducing the exhibits to people.

Xiao Jingting put down his phone and didn't reply to the message. He looked out the car window.

Su Qing, her husband is a wealthy businessman in Southeast Asia, and she herself is an outstanding sculptor.

He had met this woman several times, but every time, he subconsciously developed some inexplicable resistance.

Even he himself doesn't know why.

Xiao Jingting had seen photos of his mother, and her appearance did not match that of this woman.

Then why did Weng Yuqing follow this woman?

The phone vibrated twice, and Fu Runing's message came.

"Are you off work yet?"

He looked at the message in a trance.

Fu Runing obviously had something to say to him, and it was quite important, otherwise she wouldn't have sent him a message to urge him.

Xiao Jingting replied: "On the way back."

He continued to edit the message and sent it out: "What do you want for dinner? Go to the property manager and place your order. He'll prepare everything and I'll come back to cook."

Fu Runing: "I just ordered a few dishes from the restaurant and asked them to deliver them to me. Don't bother me."

Xiao Jingting's eyes darkened.

Fu Runing never found eating troublesome.

Xiao Jingting was adjusting his emotions. He actually had some vague premonitions in his heart, but he didn't dare to think too deeply or in detail.

He sat quietly in the underground parking lot for ten minutes.

Then he started the car and drove out of the parking lot, heading towards Xishan Bay Villa.

……

Ever since his divorce from Fu Runing, Xishan Bay Villa has been deserted.

Xiao Jingting rarely stayed any longer except to sleep.

That empty feeling will make him feel like he is the only one left in the world.

Xiao Jingting's car drove into the villa.

He got out of the car quickly before he even had time to park it.

There was a light on in the living room of the villa, obviously someone was there.

Xiao Jingting walked very fast from the time he got off the car to the door, but when he was about to push the door open and go home, he stopped.

That kind of complicated and damnable cowardice rose from the bottom of his heart. He didn't want to admit that he was a coward, but at this moment, what did it matter if he didn't admit it? His hesitant steps explained everything.

He remembered what Fu Runing said to him last night.

She said: "You don't have to envy others for having a family, you have one too, and your mother loves you very much."

Xiao Jingting lowered his eyelids, anxiety and unknown tension tugged at his heart.

The light from the living room shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and he was the only one left in the darkness, unable to move forward.

Just as he stood still for a moment, his cell phone buzzed again.

He took it out and took a look. It was a message from Fu Runing.

She still asked him where he was, and sent her location information to tell him that she was at Xishan Bay Villa at the moment.

Xiao Jingting looked at Fu Runing's profile picture and seemed to be less panicked.

She's in there.

So what is there for him to be nervous about?

Xiao Jingting pressed the biometric lock and opened the door to enter.

When he walked into the house, as he had guessed, there was another woman in the living room besides Fu Runing.

The woman was Su Qing.

Seeing him come back, the two women looked at him almost at the same time.

Xiao Jingting maintained his composure, thinking about how to calmly give his opening remarks.

But when their eyes met, he still couldn't control the waves in his heart.

The air around seemed to freeze at this moment.

Fu Runing held Su Qing's hand, giving her silent comfort, and then she walked quickly towards Xiao Jingting.

"Jingting, let me introduce someone to you."

Fu Runing naturally pulled his arm and led him forward.

Xiao Jingting followed her step by step towards Su Qing. With every step, his heartbeat seemed to speed up, but his face remained calm.

Finally, the three of them stopped.

Xiao Jingting looked at Su Qing who was so close to him, and he slowly said, "I have seen her, Mrs. Song."

Su Qing's remarried husband's surname is Song, and he calls her Mrs. Song, which is fine.

Just as Fu Runing was about to speak, Su Qing spoke, her voice choked with sobs.

"Jingting, there's a scar on the inside of your left big toe. It was left when you were hit by a carving knife when you were a child. It bled a lot and you had to get stitches..."

Xiao Jingting's throat rolled slightly, and he looked at the woman in front of him with a serious look, without saying a word.

Su Qing's eyes flushed red, and she choked and continued, "There is a small mole below your right ear near your hairline, and..."

"There are many more. I remember them all."

Su Qing seemed to want to give more details to support her claim, but her words were stuck in her throat and she couldn't continue.

Fu Runing also looked at Xiao Jingting, but found that her hand was suddenly held tightly by him.

The man's face was calm and composed, but he held her hand tightly, as if a drowning man had grabbed a piece of driftwood.

Fu Runing held his hand in return, her soft palm covering the back of his hand.

Just like when she was in the Xiao family, she always comforted him in this way.

She knew that Xiao Jingting might have guessed it. He was so smart.

Xiao Jingting looked at Su Qing in front of him, and he didn't know what to say first.

After a long silence.

He just said the first sentence: "How have you been these years?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Su Qing did not cry, but Fu Runing's eyes instantly turned red. She turned her head away in a cowardly manner, her face wrinkled.

She envied others for having mothers.

Reunion after a long separation, what a lucky word.

Su Qing's voice choked: "Don't you blame me for not coming to you earlier?"

Xiao Jingting looked at her, with a glimmer in his eyes.

He said, "You must have your reasons."

After he finished speaking, a crack seemed to appear in the man's calm expression. It was hard to tell whether it was joy or sadness, or perhaps both.

He added: "They all said you wouldn't survive in that kind of environment, but I'm very happy that you're still alive."

"I'm still very happy that you chose to come to me now."

After saying that, he looked at Su Qing steadily, as if searching for memories belonging to the two of them in her.

But it was too long ago, and he couldn't remember a single thing. Only the emotions in his heart that were about to burst out became more and more intense.

Su Qing was already crying uncontrollably.

Fu Runing couldn't bear to see others cry, and once someone brought up the issue, she couldn't help it.

Xiao Jingting reached out and gently stroked her head.

He took a tissue and wiped the tears of the two women.

There was no family reunion as I had imagined, but there was endless chatter.

There is only silent and voiceless sadness.

Fu Runing wiped the tears from her face, and even her nose was red.

She threw the tissue into the trash can and breathed a sigh of relief.

She broke the silence and said, "Okay, I've finally spoken out. I can't keep it secret. I'm afraid I'll reveal it in my sleep if I keep such a big secret hidden in my heart."

Xiao Jingting's expression was indifferent, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised inadvertently.

When Fu Runing saw Xiao Jingting's expression, she seemed to realize belatedly that she had said the wrong thing.

She is now divorced from Xiao Jingting...

She talks in her sleep, so what?

"Ah, Aunt Su Qing, I'm just giving you an example. I really can't keep things in my heart."

This statement makes it seem even more obvious than before.


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