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Farming in the Mountains: Max Level Jiaojiao Is Three Years Old-Chapter 1999 - Extra A Brand New Life 114 (Jiang Yue and Xue
Chapter 1999: Extra: A Brand New Life 114 (Jiang Yue and Xue Yan)
Chapter 1999: Extra: A Brand New Life 114 (Jiang Yue and Xue Yan)
Despite almost no contact over the past ten years, Jiang Yue kept up with every piece of news about Si Yan and knew he was a workaholic, often working until the early hours of the morning.
She didn’t send an email, just a direct message on WeChat.
Throughout these ten years, even though they barely communicated, neither of them had deleted any contact information for the other, maintaining phone numbers, WeChat, QQ, and even email addresses.
Having just messaged Si Yan, unsure if he had seen it or not, Qin Zi pressed her lips together before pulling up Si Yan’s number from her phone’s contacts and dialing it.
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She couldn’t clearly understand her own thoughts at the moment, just instinctively wanting to tell Si Yan immediately.
Perhaps she had been waiting for this moment for too long.
Or perhaps it was a dream she had never dared to have.
The Si Family villa.
Since being discharged from the hospital, to facilitate rehabilitation, a rehabilitation room had been set up next to the home office, and even a rehabilitation area was installed in the office rest area, just to make it convenient for Si Yan to rehabilitate at any moment and recover sooner.
Now, Si Yan could walk a little faster, but compared to an average walking speed, he was still a bit slow.
Rehabilitation was truly painful, but he never showed it.
Although a significant amount of time each day was allocated for rehab, Si Yan’s work wasn’t affected.
Moreover, since being discharged, Mr. Si no longer managed the company on his behalf; Si Yan had taken over again.
During the day, Si Yan went to the company, and he would return home in the evening. Before his treatment, he would attend various wine parties and social events, but he had canceled these engagements due to needing rehabilitation, even after being discharged from the hospital.
So, even after dinner and a bath, Si Yan, as usual, went to the study to handle official business.
When he got tired of sitting, he would get up and go to the adjacent room for a bit of rehab.
At dawn, he made another trip next door for about an hour before returning to the study, planning to work for another half an hour, by which time he should be tired enough to fall asleep.
He didn’t care whether his leg would fully recover or not, but daily rehabilitation made him more tired and enabled him to sleep better. In the past, sometimes he would still be working at four or five in the morning, or even all night, without being able to sleep; now, he could usually sleep by one or two in the morning.
This was perhaps the only benefit of leg treatment and rehabilitation he appreciated.
Having just returned to the study and settled at his desk, Si Yan saw his phone flashing, indicating a WeChat message. He picked up the phone, intending to check WeChat.
But before he could look, his phone rang with an incoming call.
Caller ID:
Qin Zi.
Si Yan’s lips immediately tightened into a straight line.
It didn’t seem like a misdial; the ringtone was still sounding, clearly a deliberate call to him…
Even when she arranged for his leg treatment, she sent text messages—now she was making a call…
He recalled the times he had called her. She had been in a car accident, lying in the ICU, and it was uncertain whether she would even regain consciousness…
It must be something serious; otherwise, she wouldn’t have called…
So, Si Yan quickly answered the call.
After ten years, the moment the call connected, Qin Zi suddenly lost control of her emotions, bursting into tears, “Si Yan, it wasn’t you who killed your mother. It was Yu Xiao… Yu Xiao deliberately murdered your mother…”
Upon hearing Qin Zi’s sobbing, Si Yan’s heart uncontrollably tightened.
The more he suffered over this matter, the more he loved her.
She had always been able to easily stir his emotions.