Husband is bad: evil president is not easy to mess with

"Well... If there is nothing else, I want to take the children back to the kindergarten first..." Zi Zhu glanced at Sikong Jingqiu and said.

"Housekeeper Li has already called to help you ask for leave." Sikong Jingqiu picked up his son with one hand and Zizhu with the other, exchanged glances with Mrs. Sikong, and then led her downstairs. "Go to the study first, grandma and I have something to ask you."

Zizhu didn't move, she turned her head to look at old lady Sikong, saw the two servants who stayed in the corridor stepped forward to help her, and then took a step.

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A group of people walked into the study not far from the bedroom.

Sikong Jingqiu told the two servants to inform the others not to approach the study, then he put Jing Lue down and closed the door behind his back.

Old Madam Sikong walked over to sit down on the imperial concubine chair.

Jing Lue followed Mrs. Tai's footsteps, ran over and sat down on his usual chair.

Sikong Jingqiu led Zizhu and walked over, stretched his long legs, hooked a chair for Zizhu, let her sit down, and stood directly leaning against the desk.

After the family looked at each other for a few seconds, Sikong Jingqiu broke the silence first, "Tell me, what happened three years ago."

Zi Zhu looked at them who sat in a semicircle and surrounded him, and didn't know what Sikong Jingqiu wanted her to say.

But those three people kept staring at her, as if she would never stop unless she said something.

Faced with such a situation, Zizhu had no choice but to say, "Three years ago, I was a sophomore in college. What do you want to hear?"

"You dropped out of school after you married me, there is no way you are still in college." Sikong Jingqiu directly denied her words.

Zizhu knew that Sikong Jingqiu regarded himself as Song Haiyue again.

She sighed, "I was really studying in college three years ago, and I wasn't married either. Mr. Sikong, I think you really have the wrong person."

When saying this, Zi Zhu couldn't help looking at the scene on the small sofa, not understanding what Sikong Jing was thinking.

Is it really appropriate to involve a three-year-old in this conversation?

Zi Zhu didn't know if saying this would hurt Jing Lue, but there was nothing she could do about it, she really wasn't Song Haiyue——

Even if they look exactly the same.

"What do you need to tell the truth?" Sikong Jingqiu looked at her straight and asked.

"Mr. Sikong, I'm really not the Song Haiyue you said." Zi Zhu rubbed the aching brows and said.

Her tone was very sincere, without a trace of unnaturalness or concealment, which made the old lady Sikong who was sitting opposite couldn't help but waver in her belief that the girl in front of her was Haiyue.

It's right to calm down and think about it. How could the girl in front of me be Haiyue?

Three years ago, like Si Jingqiu, I watched Haiyue being cremated with my own eyes...

Thinking of the past three years ago, the old lady Sikong couldn't help but her eyes turned red again, and her voice seemed to be stuck by something, trembling a little, "Are you really... not Haiyue?"

"I'm sorry, I'm really not Song Haiyue." Zizhu turned around and said to Mrs. Sikong, "Hello, old lady, my name is Lin Zizhu. I'm 24 years old today. I know that I look like Mr. Sikong's deceased wife. Very similar, but I'm really not her..."

Zi Zhu had heard a servant call the old lady in front of her before, so she followed suit.

As Zi Zhu said, he looked at Sikong Jinglue from the corner of his eye, carefully observed the expression on his face, and sincerely hoped that he could not understand the conversation between adults.