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After having been married to Shen Liangchuan a few months now, Qiao Lian still couldn’t quite figure out who exactly Song Yuanxi was and where she came from. All she knew was that Song Yuanxi had a special place in the Shen Family.

Xia Yehua sighed on hearing Qiao Lian’s question. “She’s an orphan. Shen Liangchuan brought her home eight years ago. I found out then that everyone in her family had perished and she was all alone. But…”

Xia Yehua frowned and continued, “I have no idea why he brought her home. All he did was put her in my custody and care. As you know, I have two sons and no daughters. And Yuanxi was a very well-behaved girl, I liked her immediately. But to be honest, I still do not know her background and identity.”

Qiao Lian listened without interrupting.

It was reasonable to trust a person that you had gotten along with for eight years.

But who exactly was Song Yuanxi to Shen Liangchuan that he would ask Xia Yehua so solemnly to take care of her?

Just as she frowned, puzzling over this matter, Shen Liangchuan walked out of the washroom.

He drew out a tissue to dry his hands and announced, “It’s late, we should get going.”

Glancing at him, Qiao Lian nodded.

At the same time, Song Yuanxi, who had just showered, came downstairs.

She wore a set of conservative-looking pajamas and was towel drying her hair. To Shen Liangchuan and Qiao Lian she said, “Brother Liangchuan, drive carefully.”

It appeared she had gone downstairs to see them out.

Qiao Lian did not speak, but nodded in response to Song Yuanxi’s words.

Shen Liangchuan turned around suddenly, as though remembering something. “You’re joining the crew for the first time tomorrow, I’ll get Song Cheng to drive you. Once you’ve joined the crew, don’t travel back and forth anymore. It’s a waste of time and also, you’ll pick up acting techniques when you stay with the crew.”

On hearing this, Song Yuanxi stopped in the midst of drying her hair and looked up with widened eyes.

At once, her eyes reddened and she looked down. Although appearing reluctant, she gave her word, “Okay.”

Then she turned to look at Xia Yehua. “Auntie’s health is still not in the best condition. If I stay with the filming crew, perhaps, Brother Liangchuan, you both can move here and stay with Auntie.”

Shen Liangchuan glanced at Xia Yehua as Song Yuanxi said these words, and he nodded.

At this point, Xia Yehua looked at Song Yuanxi, then shifted her gaze to Qiao Lian and lastly it fell on Shen Liangchuan. She opened her mouth as if she was about to say something.

Where Song Yuanxi would stay during the filming period had been discussed between Xia Yehua and Shen Liangchuan. In the discussion, they had agreed that she would stay at home. Shen Liangchuan had not objected to it at the time.

Xia Yehua was surprised by this sudden change. However, she was quite certain that Shen Liangchuan must be still upset about Song Yuanxi being suspicious of Qiao Lian over the photo’s matter.

She wanted to speak up for Song Yuanxi. After all, she was new to the filming crew and having to stay with them right away could be quite worrying.

However, when she cast her gaze on the couple before her, she swallowed her words and decided against it.

In the first place, it had not been right of Song Yuanxi to suspect Qiao Lian.

And if she appeared to be shielding Song Yuanxi, what would Qiao Lian even think?

Xia Yehua sighed helplessly and nodded. “Fine, let’s just go with it.”

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It was 11 pm by the time Qiao Lian and Shen Liangchuan got back to villa 8.

After they had taken their showers, they lay on the bed.

Surely more romantic acts—the sort not suitable for children—should follow a romantic evening out, right? Under the blanket, Shen Liangchuan extended his hand towards her. But the next second his fingers froze and his expression stiffened.

“You still have your period?”

Qiao Lian tried her best not to burst out laughing and stared at him innocently. “That’s right… It normally lasts 5 or 6 days. It won’t end so soon.”

Shen Liangchuan grunted gloomily.

Qiao Lian held onto his arm and couldn’t resist asking, “Hey, who exactly is Song Yuanxi?”