Until—Lin Chun had a sudden flash of inspiration.
She rembered what Chi’s father said to An’s mother.
These two definitely have sothing going on.
"Wanqing, quickly get a pen and paper." Lin Chun shouted, then reconsidered, "Never mind, I’ll go get it myself."
The Chi family didn’t have a habit of locking their windows during the day. She sneaked into the Chi Mansion, wearing gloves to avoid leaving fingerprints, and took the notebook and pen laid out in the living room by Chi’s mother.
Though the family was wealthy, Chi’s mother had a habit of keeping accounts.
As long as she was cautious, no one could find her fingerprints on this piece of paper.
Wearing thin gloves, Lin Chun began writing swiftly.
Writing... a will.
She was writing a fake will on behalf of Chi’s mother.
Lin Chun accidentally discovered she had a pretty amazing skill when she was in university.
Imitating handwriting.
She could mimic it so perfectly that even the person themselves couldn’t tell which was their own, and which was hers.
Back then, Lin Chun thought this skill was completely useless.
Little did she know—today it would actually co in handy!
After finishing, Lin Chun handed the will to Lin Wanqing, urging her to pretend nothing happened and give this letter to Chi Cheng.
"Just say it was Aunt Chi who asked you to deliver it for her, got it?"
"But..." Lin Wanqing was still sobbing.
After all, she was just a fourth-grade elentary school student.
"Stop crying." Lin Chun said sternly, "If you still want to live a good life and not beco a pauper like An’s mother and daughter, toughen up a bit, or your princess life will be over!"
Lin Wanqing was so scared she shivered and quickly wiped her tears, "I, I got it."
On this day, Chi Cheng never again waited for An Ran under the camphor tree.
He didn’t know that An Ran had been sent to the hospital unconscious and had lost her mory, not rembering him as Brother Chi at all.
He only knew that when he went to find An Ran, she looked resistant, her personality had completely changed, no longer as cheerful as before.
Instead, she timidly hid behind her mother and said, "I don’t want to play with you."
I don’t want to play with you.
For children, these words are a devastating blow.
Chi Cheng didn’t understand why the little girl who was chasing after him just a few days ago suddenly beca so cold to him.
She said I don’t want to play with you.
For the first ti, he felt disheartened.
Little did he know, this was only the beginning.
When he got ho, Chi Cheng sat dejectedly on the sofa.
He waited and waited, but still didn’t see his mother return ho.
The relationship between his father and mother had always been strange—like polite strangers, not at all like a married couple.
Moreover, his father and mother slept in separate rooms.
Chi’s father’s career was just starting, so he was very busy every day and seldom ca ho.
They had been at this seaside town for nearly half a month for a vacation, and Chi Cheng had seen his father only twice.
So in Chi Cheng’s heart, his mother was the closest person to him.
As he watched the sun set, he still hadn’t seen his mother.
Then, Lin Wanqing ca.
"Brother Chi," Lin Wanqing said with a sweet smile, showing no sign of her earlier tearful state.
Chi Cheng maintained his position at the door, his expression indifferent, "Don’t call Brother Chi."
"Then should I call you Brother Cheng?"
"Call Chi Cheng."
"Alright."
"Do you need sothing?"
"This." Lin Wanqing handed the notebook in her hand to Chi Cheng.
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