Song Ge woke up from a nap. Habitually, she reached out to touch the space beside her. As expected, it was cold, just like her heart.
It had been several days. Since the accident at the subsidiary's factory, Zhai Cheng had rarely come home. Even when she had a stomachache, he wasn't there.
If it weren't for the baby in her belly, Song Ge might not have been able to hold on. She didn't want her child to be fatherless from the moment of birth.
She stroked her belly and murmured to herself, "Baby, you must be a good boy."
After a while, she spoke again. "Baby, do you think Daddy has some difficulties he can't tell us about?"
As she said this, tears welled up in her eyes and trickled down, disappearing into the pillow.
She lay in bed for a while longer before finally getting up.
Aunt Chen had already prepared a nutritious meal. Seeing Song Ge getting thinner and thinner, she felt extremely heart - ache. "Madam, you can't go on like this."
Song Ge had been forcing herself to eat. She gave a faint smile. "But he doesn't care about me at all."
Aunt Chen naturally understood what she meant. She sighed. Recently, Zhai Cheng had indeed been acting a bit unreasonably. He used to be so good to Song Ge. What had happened to him recently?
"Master must have something on his mind. Madam, please be more understanding," Aunt Chen could only speak in Zhai Cheng's defense.
Song Ge didn't say a word. She just nodded and continued eating.
After a while, she put down her chopsticks, walked to the sofa in the living room, and habitually turned on the TV.
She picked up the phone on the coffee table, found Zhai Cheng's number, and called him. As usual, there was no answer.
It wasn't until the call automatically ended that Song Ge took the phone away. She found the number of the junior assistant and called, but there was still no answer.
Song Ge sighed, put down the phone, and stared blankly ahead, lost in thought.
Aunt Chen was afraid that if Song Ge kept this up, she would be suffocated, and it would also be bad for the baby. She brought a cross - stitch to the living room. This thing could improve one's concentration, so Song Ge wouldn't think so much.
"Madam, take a look at this."
Hearing the voice, Song Ge instinctively turned her head. She took a glance, and finally, there was a glimmer of light in her eyes. "Cross - stitch."
"Would you like to give it a try, Madam?"
Song Ge took it and showed some interest. She tried to stitch a couple of times but accidentally pricked her finger.
A tiny bead of blood welled up. Song Ge put her finger in her mouth, and suddenly, she felt a sense of unease.
Seeing that Song Ge had pricked her finger, Aunt Chen said, "Madam, you need to be completely focused when doing this. Otherwise, it's easy to prick your finger."
Song Ge nodded and then started stitching again. Seeing that Song Ge was very focused, Aunt Chen quietly left.
But as soon as Aunt Chen left, Song Ge put down the cross - stitch. How could she not understand Aunt Chen's intentions?
Sighing, Song Ge's eyes became blank again, and her hand unconsciously stroked her belly.
Suddenly, she heard a name.
Song Ge's eyes finally focused on the TV.
"Recently, a company named LJ has declared bankruptcy. According to insiders, this company belongs to Leng Jing. More..."
Song Ge was shocked. Why did Leng Jing's company go bankrupt?
Without much thought, Song Ge took out her phone and called Leng Jing.
The phone rang for a long time with no answer. Just when Song Ge thought the call was about to end, it was finally answered.
"Hello," the voice was a bit hoarse.
Song Ge realized that something was wrong. "I saw on the news that your company has gone bankrupt. What's going on?"
Suddenly, there was a burst of noisy voices on the other end. Song Ge vaguely heard, "We can start."
"Where are you now?" Song Ge asked.
Leng Jing answered quickly. "At the police station." Then she hung up the phone.
Song Ge wanted to ask more, but there was no chance. She became even more anxious. What on earth was going on?
She stood up, picked up her phone and bag, and was about to go to the police station to check.
As soon as Aunt Chen came out of the kitchen, she saw Song Ge about to go out. She asked, "Madam, where are you going?"
"I'm going to the police station. Leng Jing is there."
Aunt Chen blocked her way. "Madam, you're pregnant. It's better not to go."
"My belly is still small. There's no danger," Song Ge said firmly. Aunt Chen couldn't stop her and had no choice but to give in.
"Okay. I'll find someone to go with you."
"Fine."
Aunt Chen found a maid named Xiaolan, whom she trusted in the villa, to go with Song Ge.
Song Ge originally wanted to drive there, but Aunt Chen said it was too dangerous and asked her to take a taxi. So the two of them took a taxi.
The journey was smooth all the way until...
Song Ge had been looking out of the window. Suddenly, she felt the car being hit. Before she could react, the car was hit again.
Xiaolan beside her was frightened and quickly protected Song Ge with her hands.
The car screeched to a halt.
The driver moved and looked at the passengers in the back. "Are you okay?"
Song Ge shook her head. Thanks to Xiaolan's protection, she wasn't hurt.
Soon, the police arrived.
It turned out that someone had been driving under the influence and had hit their car.
Thankfully, no one was injured.
Song Ge had to take another taxi to the police station.
"Madam, are you okay?"
Just as Song Ge was about to shake her head, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her belly. She clutched her stomach, and her face turned pale.
"Madam, what's wrong with you?" Xiaolan was worried.
Within two minutes, Song Ge returned to normal.
"Madam, maybe we should go to the hospital for a check - up," Xiaolan said.
"No. Let's go to the police station first," Song Ge replied.
This was the first time Song Ge had come to the police station on her own initiative. Standing outside the door, she felt a sense of respect.
After entering, Song Ge inquired and smoothly found the interrogation room where Leng Jing was being questioned.
To her surprise, she saw Zhai Cheng, whom she hadn't seen for several days.
He seemed to have lost some weight, and there was a visible stubble on his chin.
Leng Jing was sitting in the middle, and beside her was Ji Qingzhen, looking calm.
"Did you transfer Leng Jing's property?" the police officer asked seriously and directly.
Ji Qingzhen shrugged, feigning innocence. "Officer, don't you need to investigate such things before convicting me?" As he spoke, he sneered.
Song Ge was stunned. Did Ji Qingzhen transfer Leng Jing's property?
She suddenly remembered that before the time reset, Zhai Cheng had already investigated Ji Qingzhen's matter regarding the shares. She frowned slightly.
The police officer felt a bit embarrassed. "Don't worry. We will definitely conduct an investigation. We won't wrong anyone."
"That's for the best," Ji Qingzhen said indifferently.
Zhai Cheng sat beside them, remaining silent all the time.
Song Ge glanced at him. As if there was a telepathic connection, Zhai Cheng looked up, glanced at Song Ge, and quickly looked away, talking to the police officer.
Song Ge couldn't hear what they were saying. That brief glance made it seem as if they were strangers. A chill ran down her spine, and her heart felt cold.