After the divorce, the CEO begged me to get back together

This topic was something that Song Qian had never discussed with Qin Sang.

In the last life, the two were in the same situation in the end. Qin Sang didn't know what Song Qian did every day, let alone Song Qian's mother.

"I've never told anyone about my mother, of course, not the woman who lives in the Song family now."

Speaking of Meiqin, Song Qian sneered.

"Actually, I look very similar to my mother. When I was young, I liked her very much."

Song Qian's eyes gradually blurred, as if he was lost in memory.

"Xiao Gan, this is mother's name, Mo Li, Mo Fei's Mo, Liu Li's Li."

The woman gently taught the little Song Qian to write stroke by stroke on the white paper.

"Mom, what's dad's name?"

Little Song Qian asked in a childish voice while writing.

The woman was taken aback, then suddenly dropped the pen, turned around and left the room quickly.

Little Song Qian didn't know what happened, he stared blankly at the woman leaving, and then there was a mournful cry.

Mom is crying again...

Why is mom always crying? Why does mom cry whenever he mentions dad?

Little Song Qian climbed off the chair carefully, moved lightly to the door, and peeked with half of his head exposed.

I saw the woman lying on the sofa crying, her body trembling uncontrollably, her long black and smooth hair hanging down like a waterfall.

"Mom, don't cry, I was wrong, I will never mention Dad again, I'm sorry Mom."

Song Qian squeezed his small body into the woman's arms, weeping and apologizing.

"It's mother's useless, I'm sorry Xiaogan, it's mother's fault."

Mo Li hugged Song Qian tightly in her arms, and kept stroking his head.

Song Qian was crying, but he didn't know what he was crying for, probably because his mother's sadness frightened him, all he knew was that he couldn't mention his father.

Mother is beautiful and lonely.

She often sits quietly by the window, looking like a painting, a lifeless painting.

The man he called his father only appeared once every ten days and half a month.

Once upon a time, his appearance would make Song Qian very happy, because his mother would be happy, she would dress herself up exquisitely, with a bright smile on her face all day long, and her voice was softer than usual.

But every time his father left, the anger in the room seemed to be sucked away. Song Qian could even feel his mother's soul being pulled out of his body with the sound of closing the door, turning into a walking dead.

Gradually, he began to hate.

He hated his mother's cowardice and flattery, hated his father's ruthless hypocrisy, and hated himself as the product of the combination of these two people.

So Song Qian's adolescence was gloomy, and he basically didn't want to look back on those days, because Song Qian still couldn't let go of the suffocation feeling wrapped in pain.

The depressive growth experience greatly affected Song Qian's personality, so when he saw Qin Sang, he was extremely uncomfortable.

He couldn't understand how someone could be so frank and enthusiastic, and could do anything regardless of the consequences.

Doesn't she know that many things can't be answered even if they work hard?

Thinking about it now, Song Qian felt that he was not so much disgusted with Qin Sang as jealousy, and wanted Qin Sang to feel the pain of his childhood in an extremely dark way.

"I know that I am not a good person. It is you who made me realize that people can live freely and sincerely."

Song Qian looked at Qin Sang with a smile, but there was a little sadness in his eyes.

"Especially when you decisively want to leave me, I really realized that all your behaviors have confidence. If you love, you will try your best to love, and if you can't do it, just leave."

Song Qian put his arms around Qin Sang, and kissed her forehead lightly.

"You are so brave, I really envy you, so envious that I want to be like you."

Qin Sang was a little shocked.

She never realized that the extremely outstanding Song Qian in her eyes would have such a side, and she never thought that Song Qian would be willing to tell herself these things.

"Then where is your mother now?"

Qin Sang asked cautiously.

"In a nursing home, it is said to be a nursing home, but it is actually a mental hospital. She suffered from severe schizophrenia."

"what?"

"Now there are five people watching her every day."

Seeing Qin Sang's eyes widen, Song Qian laughed at himself.

"Honestly, I probably wouldn't be too surprised if I got a call one day that she was dead."

"Song Qian, don't do this..."

Seeing Song Qian giving up on himself, Qin Sang felt very sad.

Although she has very few memories of her mother, most of them are good memories, so although her mother left her early, Qin Sang's heart is still very warm when she thinks of her mother.

"It's okay. I didn't say this to pretend to be pitiful to win your sympathy. I just want to tell you that I am serious about my relationship. If you are worried about me because you want something from you or from the Qin family, then You can let go of those worries."

Song Qian held Qin Sang's face and looked at her seriously.

"My only advantage is that I'm pretty smart. What I want to get, I will get it by myself, not at the cost of hurting the people I love."

Qin Sang looked at Song Qian fixedly.

Perhaps in the previous life, Song Qian married him by accident, but he was unwilling, and the two of them tortured each other for so many years.

Since fate has given me a chance to start over, why should I cling to the pain I once suffered.

At least the Song Qian in front of him seemed extremely sincere, so why couldn't he bravely trust him again?

After all, he was the one he had loved for so long.

"Qin Sang, are you willing to give us another chance?"

Song Qian looked a little nervous, and his somewhat rapid breathing brushed Qin Sang's face.

Qin Sang slowly brought his face closer to Song Qian until their breaths were intertwined.

"I am willing."

Qin Sang spit out these three words softly.

Song Qian's breath was slightly suffocated, and the next second he kissed Qin Sang's lips.

Qin Sang didn't resist at all, but put his arms around Song Qian's waist.

This was the first time she felt love in Song Qian's kiss, that kind of happiness made her brain empty, and she finally decided to give her heart.

"Sangsang, marry me, will you marry me?"

When the two separated, Song Qian whispered in Qin Sang's ear with short breath.

"Song Qian, do you realize that this is your real proposal to me?"

Qin Sang stared at Song Qian with a smile on his face.

Song Qian was taken aback for a moment, then lowered his head and chuckled.

"Really."

He took Qin Sang's hand and kissed it lightly on the back of her hand, looked at Qin Sang with raised eyebrows, then knelt down on one knee.

"Miss Qin Sang, will you marry me?"