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Despite it being late at night, she dialed Fu Tianming's number. No one answered. A minute felt so long! Just as she was about to redial, her phone rang.
"Qianqian, what's wrong?" The person on the other end sounded clearly worried.
"You need to come quickly------" For some reason, hearing his voice made her tears flow uncontrollably.
"Qianqian, what's wrong? What's wrong?------Don't cry, don't cry, just wait for me, I'm coming!" The voice on the other end was obviously flustered. After all, this was the first time she had called him in tears, especially at night.
By the time he rushed over from the company as fast as he could, Liu Qianqian was already waiting outside. She only mentioned where they were going before getting into the car, but her tears kept flowing. He drove silently, occasionally glancing at her. He really wanted to hold her and comfort her. But Qianqian had never been physically close to him; he didn't dare to act impulsively.
She didn't know why she felt so vulnerable at that moment. This was the second time she cried in front of him; seven years had passed since the first time when she was waiting and thinking about her grandmother.
She finally calmed down and explained the situation. The two of them remained silent throughout the journey. Neither could articulate how they felt inside. Fu Tianming wanted to comfort her but didn't know what to say. The phrase "Once a person dies, they cannot come back; you must grieve" seemed too hollow. After all, that was her father; regardless of how absurd he had been in life, he had no right to comment at this moment. At that moment, she resembled how he first saw her! So lonely and desolate, it stirred a protective instinct within him. But she was no longer that girl because now she was beautiful and outstanding; she didn't need his concern. It seemed that he hadn't been much help to her in the past! She had always been so independent and strong, even though she appeared very fragile.
The scenery outside changed continuously; the streetlights were gradually becoming sparse in the deep night as the car sped forward. Liu Qianqian's heart felt as dark as this night. She wished she could lean on his shoulder and cry her heart out. But that shoulder didn't belong to her! He would never take the initiative to get close to her; at most, he would just pat her head or ruffle her hair. Although he had never refused any of her requests and constantly gifted her various things, he never gave her what she truly wanted. Perhaps he had just come from Lina's place. The car was quiet except for the roar of the engine. "Qianqian, why don't you sleep for a while? I'll wake you when we arrive." Liu Qianqian didn't respond and closed her eyes. She wasn't tired; just looking at him made her heart ache even more. Thus, after a night of driving, they finally arrived the next morning.
Her father had died in a traffic accident; there were witnesses present, including another person—Jianxiong. It was Jianxiong who provided the lead that allowed them to contact Liu Qianqian.
Jianxiong busily attended to everything; he looked stronger than before, but his temperament and appearance hadn't changed much. However, Qianqian surprised him greatly. All these years, he hadn't forgotten this little neighbor of his. Seeing her again only intensified his affection for her; he was attentive both inside and out and even invited Qianqian to stay at his home. Anyone with eyes could see this boy's feelings for Liu Qianqian; Fu Tianming certainly noticed as well. Qianqian seemed quite close to him; ever since returning, they often spent time together. He still remembered that morning when he saw Jianxiong at the police station—Qianqian's excited expression and how she cried in his arms were unforgettable moments of true release and trust.
Who was he? Qianqian didn't say and he didn't want to ask either. He was afraid...
Things were settled quickly; the day of Pu Guoan's burial was a rainy one. Fu Tianming helped her a lot this time—many matters were resolved through his intervention, such as compensation issues and funeral arrangements. She merely waited in sorrow for the burial to take place. Even though she hadn't seen her father in over ten years, there had still been hope in her heart. Now that she had become a true orphan, she suddenly felt a sense of confusion wash over her.
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