Nian Nian, Did Something Happen to You?

"Why the sudden question?" Jiang Zongjin sat back down.

Qiao Nian lowered her eyelashes and said in a casual voice, "I was just asking. It’s fine if you can’t tell me."

Jiang Zongjin’s heart sank when he thought of his wife, who had passed away many years ago.

He was silent for a moment as he looked at his daughter, who looked exactly like his wife. He had mixed feelings. "Her? She’s like the wind... I actually don’t know much about your mother. If I had known more about her back then and spent more time with her, perhaps it wouldn’t have led to a tragedy."

Qiao Nian raised her head and saw the sad man holding his head. Pursing her lips, she said after some time, "I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have mentioned her."

The corners of Jiang Zongjin’s eyes turned red. He shook his head and looked at her again. He was a little worried about Qiao Nian. "Nian Nian, did something happen to you?"

"No." Qiao Nian had yet to figure out what was going on, so she definitely could not tell him the truth. Not looking into his eyes, she denied it without thinking. "Dad, you’re thinking too much."

Jiang Zongjin could tell that she was hiding something from him, but he was unwilling to force her to say it. He spoke some more with Qiao Nian and then saw that it was late. He asked her to rest early and then hung up.

***

Qiao Nian waited for her father to hang up. Then, she put her phone on the table to charge while taking out a change of clothes from the closet and entering the bathroom.



The sound of water splashing soon sounded. The glass quickly fogged, and the figure of the girl could be vaguely seen from the outside.

Downstairs.

Ye Wangchuan received a call from Feng Yu. Just as he went upstairs and knocked on the door, he realized that Qiao Nian seemed to have forgotten to close the door.

He raised his eyebrows and pushed the door open.

Qiao Nian’s room was not big and had a separate bathroom.

In addition to a bed and desk, there was also a small single sofa and a coffee table by the window sill.

The room was not big, but it was decorated to look warm.

Ye Wangchuan walked in and saw what the girl had casually thrown on the desk and the bed. He walked over and put her clothes on the back of the chair.

Qiao Nian did not have many possessions. After looking through them, he saw that she only had a laptop that did not look old and a black backpack that had not changed for ten thousand years.

In addition, there were some miscellaneous small items and a few changes of clothes.

Ye Wangchuan had put many clothes from new brands that girls liked to wear in her closet. Unfortunately, she rarely wore them.

Qiao Nian’s go-to outfit was a sweater. In the summer, she would wear a short T-shirt and whatever was comfortable. Her usual style was the cool type. At most, she would wear a cap when going out.action

Therefore, Ye Wangchuan also found her usual black baseball cap on her desk. It was not very stylish. It was just a simple baseball cap.

He heard the sound of water splashing.



Ye Wangchuan stood in her room for a while. After some thought, he took out a clean white towel from a drawer at the side. Then, he placed it beside the shower door where she could see it when she came out.

Qiao Nian’s right shoulder was injured and could not get wet, so she only briefly wiped her body and washed her hair.

Soon, she turned off the water and opened the door.

Qiao Nian did not realize there was another person in her room. Her clothes were loosely draped over her body, and water droplets rolled down her slender and fair neck until they disappeared.