Song Zhen walked into the living room.
A strange scent wafted past his nose.
Upon closer look, Dr. Li had lit a scented candle on the coffee table.
Gu Xinzhou lay there quietly, her tone calm, "My grandpa always held me in the yard to soak up the sun, calling me his little darling.
We also picked up a dog by the roadside, and I named it Lan Baobao.
Because my grandma's last name was Lan.
When I was a child, I took my grandpa's last name and was called Fang Zhou."
Gu Xinzhou's voice was very tranquil.
Through her voice, one could feel the comforting sunlight, affection, and warmth.
Song Zhen didn't know what method Dr. Li had used to hypnotize Gu Xinzhou.
He also didn't like the strange scent.
But Dr. Li was certainly more professional in psychological therapy than he was, so he quietly observed.
His stomach growled hungrily; he hadn't had dinner yet.
Quietly, he went to the kitchen, grabbed some slices of toast and a cup of yogurt from the fridge, and hurried back to eavesdrop.
Even though he could see everything later through the villa's surveillance,
he didn't want to miss this moment of listening to Gu Xinzhou recounting her warm memories.
Gu Xinzhou talked for a long time.
As she spoke, she fell asleep.
Dr. Li extinguished the scented candle and whispered to Song Zhen, "Mr. Song, I am confident that I can completely resolve Miss Gu's psychological issues within a week."
Song Zhen nodded, "Thank you for your efforts."
Dr. Li left with a smile.
Song Zhen walked up, draped a small blanket over Gu Xinzhou, and then crouched in front of her like a loyal little dog, staring and guarding her without blinking.
"Song Zhen, haven't you eaten yet?"
The voice of Gu Yibo came through.
Song Zhen looked up and saw Gu Yibo standing by the railing on the second floor, overlooking the scene below.
There was no embarrassment on his face.
As if the person sneaking a watch on someone's daughter sleeping was not him.
Standing up, his expression amiable, "Uncle Gu, are you hungry? I'll have someone prepare a late night snack."
Gu Yibo shook his head.
He came downstairs, glanced at Gu Xinzhou, then at Song Zhen, "Song Zhen, Zhouzhou is in your care, I need to head home."
The matters at home had to be dealt with.
Staying here was of no use.
Song Zhen nodded, "Thanks for your trust, Uncle Gu, I will take good care of Zhouzhou."
Gu Yibo patted his shoulder, "Eat something, don't starve yourself."
Song Zhen smiled, "Okay."
After Gu Yibo left, Song Zhen carried Gu Xinzhou back to her room, took off her outer clothes and shoes to make her more comfortable.
He had the servants cook him a bowl of noodles.
As he ate, he thought the taste was superb.
Recalling Gu Xinzhou's earlier talk about her childhood, his lips curled into a smile, and he voluntarily sought advice from the chef, staying in the kitchen for two full hours just to learn how to make a bowl of noodles.
In the early hours of the morning,
Qi Lei sent a message back, saying they had placed people all around the hotel, but they still hadn't seen Cassie and the child again.
They even interrogated the hotel staff, even attempting to bribe them.
But the staff resolutely refused to betray the privacy of the guests.
Song Zhen felt a sharp pain in his temples.
That child, those shining eyes full of anger, that little hand giving the middle finger, persisted in his mind.
Why would a child he had never met harbor hatred for him?
If it really was a child lost and looking for his parents, why didn't he cry or fuss, and obediently let Gu Xinzhou and Cassie manipulate him?
His intuition told him he couldn't take it lightly.
"Which group owns this hotel?" Song Zhen, willing to spend a fortune for love, acted decisively, "Buy it!"