On the day of the incident at Peileng Hotel, there were a total of 256 employees and customers, with a staggering death toll of 150 people and 18 people severely injured.
This news caused a nationwide sensation.
However, strangely enough, the focus of attention from the public was not on the perpetrator, but on another person.
Yi Qingju, expressionless, turned off her phone.
Even when watching a live-streamed eating show, there were people in the barrage mentioning Qi Weiran and even hurling insults at her.
They just wouldn't let her live in peace.
Since that day, the number of black-clad bodyguards from the Qi family noticeably increased, creating a tense atmosphere. Even Auntie Zhang spoke in a hushed voice.
The only things that didn't change were Yi Qingju, who continued to raise pigs as usual, and Qi Weiran, who had become conspicuously busy and elusive.
Just as she was about to turn off the bedside lamp and go to sleep, a piercing scream suddenly came from the adjacent room.
Yi Qingju skillfully got up and rushed out while gripping her slippers.
Auntie Zhang, along with other housemaids, lived in the small building next door. In the spacious main villa, only two people resided: Yi Qingju and Qi Xinian, who occasionally screamed in terror due to nightmares since returning.
Pushing the door open, she saw a small bundle on the child's bed. Yi Qingju walked over and pulled the child, who was almost suffocating, out.
"Qi Xinian, don't be afraid."
She held the child, who continued to scream loudly, in her arms.
Comforting the child's back, Yi Qingju ran her fingers through his soft hair dampened with cold sweat. "Good boy, it's all fake, don't be scared."
Although she had gradually forgotten about this incident through the hypnosis of a psychologist, it seemed that due to his young age, he still saw those things in his nightmares.
Under Yi Qingju's gentle comfort, the little one finally regained his senses.
Seeing that he was fine, she put him back on the bed, tucked him in, and was about to leave.
However, a small hand reached out and gently tugged at the hem of Yi Qingju's clothes.
The force was not strong, and she could easily break free with a slight movement, but she didn't do so.
Scratching her head, Yi Qingju lay down on the customized child-sized bed. She pulled Qi Xinian, who wanted to say something, into her arms and gently patted his back while yawning.
"How about I tell you a story before you go to sleep with your eyes closed?"
Upon hearing Yi Qingju's words, the child's face was filled with disdain as he said, "Who wants to listen to those bedtime stories for kids."
Although he said that, his hand reached out to hug the Ultraman plush toy without any delay.
And even after getting hold of it, he obediently snuggled back into Yi Qingju's embrace, his eyes sparkling like black grapes, as if urging her to start speaking.
Yi Qingju thought to herself, this little brat is already so fickle at such a young age. What will he be like when he grows up?
Clearing her throat, she slowly began to tell the story.
"Once upon a time, in a forest, there lived an elephant."
"One day, when it needed to use the toilet and didn't have any tissue, it asked the little white rabbit next to it, 'Are you afraid of losing your fur?' The little white rabbit said no, and the elephant grabbed the little white rabbit and used it to wipe its butt."
"The next day, while the elephant was having a meal, it asked the little squirrel next to it, 'Are you afraid of losing your fur?' The little squirrel said no."
"The elephant then grabbed the little squirrel and used it to wipe its mouth, but the little squirrel said, 'I'm yesterday's little white rabbit.'"
"At last, the elephant was disgusted to death."
Qi Xinian: "....."
He was also disgusted to death.
Just as Qi Xinian was about to express his dissatisfaction with this story, Yi Qingju, who was holding him, suddenly started snoring evenly and slept soundly.
Qi Xinian pouted and hugged Di Jia with a sense of grievance, closing his eyes.
Yi Qingju is such a big scoundrel.
At this moment, Qi Xinian had no idea what he would face tomorrow.
...
Looking at the huge and cute building in front of him and the childish singing in his ears, Qi Xinian looked up at Yi Qingju in disbelief and asked in a childish voice, "Is this the good place you were talking about!?"
Yi Qingju smiled warmly and said, "Surprised, aren't you?"
Early in the morning, she pulled the child out of bed, coaxing and deceiving him, and brought him to the kindergarten.
A five-year-old child should be in the place where a five-year-old child should be. As for home tutors and such, Yi Qingju thought it was too early, but that was someone else's family matter, and she didn't care.
But since Qi Weiran asked her to teach the child, of course, she had to send him to the kindergarten.
"You! You can't do this!?" Qi Xinian's young heart shattered completely.
He was a genius. How could he stay with a group of little devils!?
"Principal, our child is very smart, but his temper is a bit bad. He's sharp-tongued but soft-hearted. Please take care of him." Yi Qingju ignored him and only spoke to the kind-looking old lady in front of her.
Although Qi Weiran entrusted the little guy to her, she still asked for his opinion on sending him to kindergarten.
She was prepared to give up when he didn't respond for a long time, but he agreed in the end.
It was only much later that Yi Qingju learned that this kindergarten was actually owned by Qi Weiran.
Of course, that's a story for another time.
Qi Xinian looked at Yi Qingju, who was about to leave, and was about to cry. The old principal standing beside him suddenly squatted down and patted his head.
"Your mother says you are more mature than ordinary kids, and now it seems you are indeed a sensible child."
Qi Xinian immediately shut his mouth, raised his chin with a touch of pride, and corrected, "She's not my mother." Then he actively put the Ultraman backpack Yi Qingju gave him before leaving into it.
A fleeting smile appeared in the principal's eyes.
Yi Qingju, who had solved the problem of the child's education, breathed a sigh of relief.
Xiaoji-ji was a bit worried and said, "[Host], by putting the male lead out in the open like this, won't it be taken advantage of by the transmigrators?"
But at the same time, it was also the strongest bait to attract the transmigrators to come forward.
Of course, it didn't say this out loud.
Yi Qingju shook her head, "[That's why I asked Qi Weiran beforehand. I guess everyone in there is related to Qi Weiran, including the principal.]"
[Moreover, compared to always confining him to the Qi Family, children should communicate with their peers. Otherwise, how do you think paranoia develops? Isn't it all because of being suppressed?]"
【Besides, picking him up and dropping him off to school every day allows me to cultivate our relationship and conveniently observe suspicious individuals around him, killing two birds with one stone.】
After getting into the car, Yi Qingju said to Uncle Li, the Qi family's driver, "Uncle Li, let's go to the company."
Uncle Li was about to nod but suddenly realized something was amiss.
He hesitated and said, "Madam, have you forgotten? Sir... he doesn't allow you to come and see him."
Yi Qingju nodded. "I know. I'm not going to see him."
Uncle Li wanted to ask whom she was planning to see, but he refrained from voicing his thoughts. He merely sighed inwardly, assuming it was just an excuse for Madam to see Sir.
Sigh, the Qi family would be restless again today.
And there were quite a few others who shared the same thoughts.
The once orderly and bustling lobby fell into an eerie silence the moment Yi Qingju walked in. The visible silence spread throughout the hall where people were coming and going.
The new receptionist witnessed her elegant and dignified senior's expression change and muttered something under her breath before obediently running out.
"Madam Qi, you've arrived."
