Shen Yijia wanted to use all kinds of martial arts when Song Jingchen refused to cooperate.
However, whenever she thought about using force on him, Song Jingchen would lower his eyes and remain silent, looking like he had been wronged.
How could Shen Yijia still bear to do it? Not only could she not do it, but she also had to pat his shoulder and comfort him. “Okay, okay. Let’s not practice today. Let’s take it slow. You can definitely stand up. Don’t be sad.”
Song Jingchen hid the smile on his face and hummed softly. He looked up at Shen Yijia seriously. “You should practice your calligraphy.”
Shen Yijia was speechless.
The heavens would never forgive anyone.
Back then, she had acted smart and pretended to be pitiful to deceive Song Jingchen. Now, it was time for retribution.
Song Jingchen looked at her in confusion, as if waiting for her to speak.
Shen Yijia laughed dryly and retracted her hand from Song Jingchen’s shoulder. She was afraid that she would murder her husband by accident.
She forced a stiff smile. “Yes, it’s time for me to practice my calligraphy. Have a good rest here. I’ll go back to the front courtyard to practice my calligraphy with Sister Huan and the others…”
With that, she gritted her teeth and left.
Song Jingchen looked at her angry back and chuckled. His gaze landed on his lap, and his eyes darkened.
“Sister-in-law, Sister-in-law.”
As soon as Shen Yijia arrived at the front yard, she bumped into the anxious Lin Miaomiao and Bruiser.
“What’s wrong?” Shen Yijia asked.
Lin Miaomiao’s eyes were red as she said anxiously, “Sister-in-law, my brother is missing.”
“How could it be gone? Did you look around the house? Did he fall asleep somewhere?” She had always done that in the past, sleeping alone in a corner, causing the people in the compound to look everywhere, thinking that she had escaped.
“We did, but we couldn’t find him. After lunch, he said that he was going back to his room to rest. We watched him go back to his room, but we didn’t see him get up, so we wanted to call him.
However, there was no one in the room at all.” Bruiser saw that Lin Miaomiao was so anxious that she only knew how to cry, so he explained the situation on her behalf.
Shen Yijia frowned and thought of the Lin family’s enemies.
Before Feng Laoliu died, he claimed that there was someone backing him up. Could it be that someone else had harmed Lin Shao’s parents? Was Feng Laoliu just someone who stood out?
Shen Yijia did not express her thoughts and only comforted them. “Don’t be anxious. Continue searching at home. I’ll go out and search.”
With that, she summoned Furball and went to Lin Shao’s room to get a piece of his undergarments for it to sniff. She threatened, “This is not a small matter. You better not throw a tantrum.”
Furball was speechless.
It seemed to be thinking, “Did I complain? Why do you have to accuse me so quickly?”
Shen Yijia was worried that someone had kidnapped him. She was afraid that Lin Shao’s life would be in danger if she went too late, so she left with Furball on the sled. She forgot to tell Song Jingchen.
When Song Jingchen found out about this, she had already been out for 15 minutes.
Song Jingchen frowned and felt uneasy.
He was the only one left in the room. Song Jingchen looked at the two poles that Shen Yijia had found for him in the snow. He supported himself with both hands and slowly stood up.
Song Jingchen let go of his hands and stood firmly on the spot. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He wanted to take a step forward, but his legs felt heavy.
He gritted his teeth and raised one foot. With great difficulty, he managed to move his legs a little bit before he fell down.
Back then, if not for the sake of protecting him, his father would not have been tortured to death. Those people clearly wanted his life!
Compared to the old duke who looked ordinary on the surface, he, the dazzling heir, was more worrisome.
