Translator:Nyoi-Bo StudioEditor:Nyoi-Bo Studio
Su Qianci returned to where she was after her failed search. At the door of Rong Haiyue’s room, she knocked and heard, “Come on in.” It was Rong Haiyue’s voice.
Su Qianci walked inside, and his eyes lit up. However, when he saw who it actually was, he looked slightly disappointed. With a smile, he said, “It’s you.” It was that girlHe almost mistook her for a different person.
Su Qianci nodded and said sincerely, “Thank you so much for last night.”
“Sure thing. If it were anyone else, I would have saved him as well.”
So, it was not because he looked like her. Rong Haiyue told that to himself. However, seeing her face, he still felt heartbroken. She walked over and saw his wrapped arm. She bowed to him deeply and said, “I’m sorry. You got hurt because of me.”
He put a hand on her arm and said, “I said that I would have saved anyone. Under those circumstances, I don’t think any man would walk away. Moreover, I’m in the Army.”
“Well then, a man in the military should always be ready to help. If I did nothing, that would a shame to my identity,” Rong Haiyue said triumphantly. However, he suddenly found he was using the tone with which he talked to his daughter.
Su Qianci wanted to smile, but her eyes became wet. “Thank you, thank you so much.”
“Silly girl” he chuckled, but he clenched his fists under the blanket.
She was exactly the same way as Rong Xuan when she was young. Candid, kind, and straightforward.
Such a great kid. However, why is she Song Yifan’s daughter?
Feeling disappointed, Rong Haiyue looked at her and pretended to be casual. “Did your dad come and visit?”
“He’s in London. I don’t think my husband has told him yet.”
“For a concert.”
“Oh That’s great. Mr. Song is a wonderful musician. My neighbor’s kid is a big fan of his.”
Su Qianci smiled, her eyes radiant with the light. “I’m also a big fan. My dad is the best.”
“Right.” Rong Haiyue looked down, trying to hide his disappointment.
“Mr. Rong, can I have your contact information?”
He was surprised but immediately agreed. He looked for a piece of paper everywhere but could not find any. Feeling a bit awkward, Rong Haiyue said, “Give me your number, and I’ll call you.”
Su Qianci told him Li Sicheng’s number and quickly added, “This is my husband’s number. My phone is lost, and I will get a new SIM card soon.”
“Sure. Could you tell me your number as well?”
She told him her number and checked the time. It was about 10 PM. “It’s too late. I’ll go back now. Good night, Mr. Rong.”
“Night. Sleep tight.”
She nodded gratefully and walked out, closing the door behind her. When she went back to her room, Li Sicheng was sitting on the bed holding his phone. His eyes were groggy. Seeing Su Qianci coming back, he asked, “You went to see Rong Haiyue?”