Without waiting for Zhao Siqing to speak, Yang Jingqiu pushed the few of them out of the room.
Then, with a loud bang, the door was slammed shut, and the few of them were completely shut outside.
Zhao Siqing looked at the tightly shut door in a daze. She was worried and wanted to knock again, but Huo Jingchen hugged her and stopped her. He said in a deep voice, "she's not in a stable mood right now. Let her calm down first. "
Zhao Siqing slowly withdrew her hand. She lowered her eyes to cover the tears in her eyes. She leaned into Huo Jingchen's arms and said softly, "Huo Jingchen, does mom not want me anymore? "
Huo Jingchen's gaze darkened a little. He gently comforted her and said in a low voice, "No. "
Hearing that, Zhao Siqing did not say anything else.
Huo Jingchen sent Zhao Siqing back to her room and asked the maid to prepare some food for her.
On the other side, after Yang Jingqiu slammed the door shut, she leaned against the door and slowly slid down to the ground. She stared blankly at the front in a daze.
Qingqing was not her child... ...
Her Child had died more than twenty years ago?
How could Qingqing not be her child?
Yang Jingqiu laughed softly, and a tear rolled down from the corner of her eye.
So she was the real loner, the real loner!
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Huo Jingchen coaxed her a few times before Zhao Siqing reluctantly ate something to go in.
But she really didn't have much of an appetite.
"It's half past five, " Zhao Siqing said softly as she looked at the clock on the wall.
Yang Jingqiu never came out of the bedroom, and she never opened the door even when Zhao Yancheng wanted to bring her food.
Zhao Siqing couldn't sit still until seven o'clock in the evening.
She did not understand when she was young. She always felt that Yang Jingqiu was cold, harsh, and unkind.
But when she grew up, she gradually understood. It was not that she would not be sad, nor would she not be hurt. She was just used to turning all the pain, even love, into sharp thorns.
She stabbed others time and time again, and at the same time, she stabbed herself.
"I have to go see her. She can't go on like this. " Zhao Siqing looked at Huo Jingchen and said softly. Her face was frighteningly Pale.
Huo Jingchen's Adam's apple moved. He wanted to say something, but seeing the worry and anxiety in her eyes, he finally said in a low voice, "I'll ask the kitchen to heat up the food. We'll go get it for her. "
"Okay. "
Zhao Siqing nodded absent-mindedly. She waited for a while until the servants had prepared the food. Then, she walked to Yang Jingqiu's bedroom with Huo Jingchen and knocked on the door again.
"Mom, can you open the door and let me in? Let me take a look at you and I'll come out... " Zhao Siqing said softly, her voice a little choked up.
Was it because Yang Jingqiu knew that she was not her flesh and blood overnight, so she did not want her anymore?
When she thought of this, the corners of Zhao Siqing's eyes became a little sore, but she still tried to hold back her tears.
"Mom, the kitchen has made some food. Would you like to eat some? " Zhao Siqing asked again.
There was still no reaction in the bedroom. Zhao Siqing turned to look at Zhao Yancheng and whispered, "Yancheng, do you know where the spare key is? "
Zhao Yancheng nodded and soon took the spare key over.
The key was inserted into the Keyhole, and the door was pushed open quickly.
The Room was pitch-black. The curtains were pulled tightly together, and not a single ray of light could enter. The entire bedroom was pitch-black. If it were not for the light from the corridor, almost nothing could be seen.
Zhao Siqing turned on the light and saw Yang Jingqiu leaning against the bed and smoking.
Her makeup, which had always been delicate, was now a little messy, and her entire person exuded a decadent beauty.