Qiao Jiusheng’s phone rarely rang.

  Only a handful of people knew her phone number.

  Therefore, when her phone rang in the afternoon, she thought that it was Fang Yusheng. This puzzled her.?

  ?She picked up her phone. However, when she saw that it was Wei Shuyi, she was shocked.

  “Brother Wei?” Qiao Jiusheng asked in confusion. “Why did you call me?”


  Wei Shuyi said, “I saw Second Madam Fang today.”


  Qiao Jiusheng exclaimed in surprise, “Her?” She asked again, “Where did you see her?”


  “The hospital.”


  Qiao Jiusheng laughed and teased Wei Shuyi in a good mood. “Why? Did you go to the Gynecology Department for an internship recently?”


  Wei Shuyi could not understand her laughter.

  After Qiao Jiusheng finished laughing, he calmly said, “She’s injured.”


  Raising her eyebrows in surprise, Qiao Jiusheng leisurely asked, “Is it serious?”


  “No. It’s a minor injury.”


  “What exactly are you trying to tell me?”


  “I found something interesting. Guess where she’s injured?” Wei Shuyi asked her.

  Qiao Jiusheng rolled her eyes.

  “Stop beating around the bush. Just say it.”


  “Her left hand.” Wei Shuyi paused and said, “The ring finger.”


  Qiao Jiusheng’s expression subtly changed.

  “Her ring is missing. She told me a robber stole it while she was shopping.”


  The corners of Qiao Jiusheng’s lips twitched. She realized that something must have happened between Qiao Jiuyin and Fang Mu.?

  After hanging up the phone, Qiao Jiusheng walked to the wooden chair in the backyard of the house. She thoughtfully sat down.

  Leaning against the wooden chair, she crossed her arms and looked up at the sky.

  From Wei Shuyi’s description, she could guess that Fang Mu had been rough when he had taken the ring off Qiao Jiuyin’s finger.?

  Even after mulling over it, Qiao Jiusheng still could not think of a possibility other than the one where Fang Mu had discovered that Qiao Jiuyin had replaced “Qiao Jiusheng” to marry him.

  Qiao Jiusheng closed her eyes and suddenly looked forward to it.

  Suddenly, Auntie Jin shouted, “Madam, Young Master Yusheng is calling.”


  “I’m here.”


  Qiao Jiusheng picked up the phone and asked, “Why aren’t you sleeping at night? Are you calling just to chat?”


  The other end of the call fell silent for a second, then Fang Yusheng’s hoarse voice came through. “I had a terrifying dream just now.”


  “You dreamed that you opened your safe and realized that the money had disappeared?” Qiao Jiusheng could not imagine what dream could be scarier than this.

  After all, Fang Yusheng valued wealth as much as his life.

  Fang Yusheng was speechless.

  After a while, he said in a muffled voice, “No, I dreamed of you.”


  “Oh, so it’s a nightmare even if it’s a dream about me.” Qiao Jiusheng deliberately said those words.

  She was still smiling when she heard Fang Yusheng say, “I dreamed that you were locked in a small house with chains on your hands and feet. You had lost your hair, were as thin as a skeleton, and were also missing a tongue.”


  Fang Yusheng sighed and asked her, “Do you think this is a nightmare?”


  Qiao Jiusheng’s blood turned cold.