The wife of the female Zun Kuaichuan is a doting maniac

Chapter 1830 My Husband is a Fake Young Master

This is all the information Su Ziqing can remember.

As for Su Qiruo, there's no hope for her at all; she's truly forgotten about her.

He completely forgot that he had once saved that person.

Si Qianling glanced at Su Qiruo, who looked back at him earnestly.

"I really don't remember."

She really wasn't faking it.

Given her personality, even if she had intervened to save someone back then, she would definitely have followed behind Su Ziqing.

Su Ziqing loves to join in the fun, but she has always preferred quiet and disliked meddling in other people's business.

If we're talking about someone who saved my life, it has to be Su Ziqing.

She could only be considered to be helping Su Ziqing, not to be her benefactor.

"Whether you remember or not is not important, as long as he remembers."

That little braided girl said she would always remember their life-saving kindness.

I wonder if he remembers what he said when he's so young.

Regardless, this is a breakthrough point, and we can find the best one.

If we can't find him, we'll have to find another way to get in touch with that holy son at the Hundred Flowers Festival. If he has a lot of people around him, it might cause some trouble.

That night, Su Ziqing had a dream.

The boy with the braids in her dream became clearer and clearer, but it startled her so much that she broke out in a cold sweat.

The boy with the full head of braids had a face that looked almost exactly like Si Qianling's.

Su Ziqing wiped the cold sweat from her back and then slapped herself.

Shouldn't she find a man? How can she dream about her best friend's man?
But the boy's face in her memory became clearer and clearer, and his eyebrows and eyes were exactly the same as Si Qianling's, except for the small red mole on the tip of his nose.

Is it that her memory is confused or that there is something wrong with her thinking?

Unable to sleep, Su Ziqing simply sat there until dawn. The next morning at breakfast, Su Qiruo noticed the dark circles under Su Ziqing's eyes and her listless face, and couldn't help but feel curious.

He leaned in, lifted her chin, and examined her closely for a moment.

"You went out last night?"

Su Ziqing brushed away the slightly cool hand, sat down at the table next to her, and glanced at Si Qianling somewhat guiltily.

"I'm new here and have trouble sleeping in the right bed."

Su Ziqing mumbled something.

Su Qiruo didn't believe her nonsense, but she didn't press the matter further.

They live next door, so if Su Ziqing goes out in the middle of the night, she'll definitely hear her.

As long as there's nothing wrong with her health, let her do whatever she wants!

After all, they're adults; we can't control everything they do.

After two days of investigation, none of the men with "Heng" in their names among the messages sent by the secret guards were young.

The youngest man is named Zhang Yunheng, who is 22 years old, has been married for six years, and has three children.

Su Ziqing sighed in disappointment: "It seems we can only wait until tomorrow's Hundred Flowers Festival to try and get close to that Yuan Clan Holy Son."

I had originally planned to use connections, but I couldn't find anyone to help me, so the life-saving favor was useless.

"It's alright. There's a writing competition at the Hundred Flowers Festival. Prepare a few poems. If you win first place, you'll have a chance to have a private conversation with that Yuan Clan Holy Son."

Su Qiruo looked at the information she had collected and then handed a stack of poems she had written in the past few days to Su Ziqing.

Su Ziqing's eyes widened: "You want me to go?"

She should be the one to handle her man's affairs.

But when she accidentally met her boss Qian Ling's watery eyes, she quickly and guiltily looked away.

He muttered under his breath, "Fine, I guess I owe you."