Dear Mr. Shi-Chapter 771 - Please help undressing

Chapter 771: 771, Please help, undressing

Chapter 771: 771, Please help, undressing

The room was dimly lit. Standing against the light, Song Qinghuan couldn’t see his face clearly. All she could see was him leaning against the wall, bereft of strength.

When Si Jianan saw Song Qinghuan outside, he paused briefly but didn’t look surprised. “Why are you here? Did you purposely come to find me?”

He probably knew why she was here. He had seen the video that Zhan Jie had sent him in the morning. Song Qinghuan’s daughter was indeed in her hands. Although he had never seen Song Qinghuan’s daughter, Qinghuan often shared her daughter’s pictures on her social media feed, making it easy to confirm the child’s identity.

Song Qinghuan nodded her head. She didn’t beat around the bush, she directly asked, “Did Zhan Jie send you a video this morning?”

When she approached him, she could feel the heat radiating from Si Jianan’s body. Frowning, she asked, “Si Xiangbei, are you running a fever?”

Si Jianan nodded mildly and motioned for Song Qinghuan to enter the room. Shaking slightly, he walked towards his bedroom, saying, “Yes, I got hurt a little, and the wound got infected, which led to a high fever.”

After a while, he came out of the bedroom holding his phone, opened a video, and handed it to Song Qinghuan, “Is this your daughter?”

In the video, little Lele was sleeping, still wearing the clothes she had changed out of that day.

Despite having told herself not to cry, to stay strong, the sight of her daughter caused Song Qinghuan’s tears to flow uncontrollably. “My daughter, my daughter…”

Si Jianan lay weakly on the sofa, his voice hoarse, “Qinghuan, I originally wanted Zhan Jie to take me to see your daughter, but she didn’t agree and only gave me this video. I’m sorry, it seems like there’s nothing I can do to help you.”

Song Qinghuan raised her hand to wipe away the tears that had fallen, her eyes red-rimmed as she looked at Si Jianan. “Don’t say that. You’ve already helped me a lot by giving me the video and letting me know that my daughter is safe. Thank you, thank you so much!”

Si Jianan turned over and lay on the sofa, looking at Song Qinghuan. “Don’t be so polite. You should think about how to rescue your daughter.”

Song Qinghuan bit her lip. “Since you know that I need to save my daughter, then you should know why I came to see you today.”

Si Jianan didn’t speak. He just sat up on the sofa.

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Pulling a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, he lit one. Through the misty smoke, he noticed Song Qinghuan covering her nose and coughing lightly, so he immediately put out the cigarette.

“Si Xiangbei, if you have a cold, don’t smoke. Smoking too much is bad for your health,” Song Qinghuan said with concern.

Si Jianan lay down on the sofa again and turned his head away to mutter, “Qinghuan, I won’t deny that I really like you. I also wish very much that you could marry me and live with me forever. I wouldn’t mind having your daughter, but I don’t want to obtain your love in this way.”

Song Qinghuan smiled lightly, looking at his depressed and handsome face. “Thank you, Si Jianan. Could you do me another favor?”

Si Jianan looked at her. “Hmmm?”

Biting her lip, Song Qinghuan hesitated for a long time before she finally said, “Take off your clothes!”

Si Jianan was noticeably confused and looked at her with a stern gaze. “What are you trying to do? Song Qinghuan, don’t tease me. I forced myself not to want you, thinking of you the way I do. But that does not mean I really don’t want you.”

Song Qinghuan waved her hands in denial. “No, it’s not what you’re thinking!”