boyutpedia Chapter 177 The Young Master Ran Away from Home
Chapter 177 The Young Master Ran Away from Home
Qiao Qin's brows were tightly twisted into a knot, and she used all her strength to hold the little Huo Siqian in her arms.
Huo Siqian seemed to have gained a lot of weight, which made Qiao Qin feel more strenuous than before when she picked him up. However, at the moment, her whole mind was not on this, and her eyes were filled with love and determination.
Memories of the past two years come to mind.
On warm afternoons, she would play with Huo Siqian in the garden, watching him chase colorful butterflies with tender eyes, and her laughter as clear as silver bells echoing in the air. Whenever Huo Siqian accidentally fell, she would always be the first to rush over, hug him tightly in her arms, and comfort him with a gentle voice: "Don't be afraid, baby, mom is here." Then she would gently blow on the child's scraped knee, her eyes full of heartache.
There were also those quiet nights when she would sit by Huo Siqian's bed and tell him warm bedtime stories. Watching the child gradually fall into a sweet dream in the sound of her voice, she would gently kiss the child's forehead, then gently tuck in the quilt for him before leaving with peace of mind.
Qiao Qin looked serious, staring at Huo Siqian in her arms with burning eyes, and said gently but firmly: "Who told you that? You are my sweetheart. I went through ten months of pregnancy before giving birth to you. How could you be picked up from a trash can?"
Her voice trembled slightly, as if every word was filled with the most sincere and profound emotions from the depths of her soul.
Huo Siqian had stopped crying, but his voice was still a little sobbing: "After school today, the teacher assigned us homework to go home and give our dad a massage, but I can't find my dad..."
Every word was like a sharp knife, stabbing Qiao Qin's heart.
Hearing this, Qiao Qin pursed her lips tightly, and her originally rosy lips now looked pale and bloodless.
Her heart seemed to be grasped by an invisible giant hand, and she felt so uncomfortable that she almost suffocated.
Since half a year ago, Huo Yan suddenly lost contact without any warning. The phone calls always received busy tones and the messages he sent also received no response.
Although the other party explained some of the situation in advance, Qiao Qin's heart was still filled with fear and anxiety. Every quiet night, she would pick up her mobile phone countless times, foolishly hoping that the familiar voice from the number that was so familiar that it couldn't be more familiar would come from her dreams.
however.
Every time the ruthless busy tone came from the other end of the phone, it was like a heavy hammer, smashing her heart into the endless dark abyss.
At this moment, Qiao Qin could only try her best to suppress the turbulent anxiety in her heart. She slowly raised her hand and gently stroked Huo Siqian's little head. The action was full of comfort and love. She forced a smile and tried to comfort him:
"Dad has something very important to take care of. He will be back when he is done."
But even she herself found these pale and powerless words of comfort difficult to justify and convincing.
Huo Siqian was obviously not satisfied with this answer.
He pouted and angrily retorted loudly: "You have been saying this since I can remember."
Huo Siqian's eyes were full of loss and grievance, as if the whole world owed him. In his eyes, other people's fathers could play with their children and hold their children high on their shoulders, but his father only existed on that small mobile phone screen, distant and strange.
Huo Siqian struggled to break free from Qiao Qin's arms, and ran back to the room angrily, filled with resentment and disappointment.
With a loud "bang", the door of the room was slammed shut. The sound was like an earth-shattering thunder, exploding in Qiao Qin's heart.
Qiao Qin was stunned for a moment, and walked towards the closed door with a slightly staggering step. When her hand gently touched the cold door, her heart seemed to be locked tightly in an instant.
Aunt Song stood aside, her face full of worry, and hurriedly comforted her: "The young master has grown up and has his own ideas. Madam, don't worry too much, it will be fine in a while."
Qiao Qin nodded slightly, but her eyes were filled with lingering sadness.
At this moment, a hurried phone ring suddenly rang in her ears. Qiao Qin hurriedly answered the phone. Jia Lulu's anxious voice came from the other end of the phone: "Sister Qiao, the deadline for the design draft of Zhongcheng Group has been moved forward to tomorrow."
Qiao Qin's attention was instantly diverted. She took a deep breath, tried to calm herself down quickly, and said in a deep voice, "Okay, the information is in my computer. I'll send it to you now."
After two years of hard work, their studio has become a rising star in the design industry. From the initial cramped one-story office to the successful purchase of the entire office building, only Qiao Qin herself knows the hardships and sweat along the way.
Even without Huo Yan by her side, Qiao Qin is now a wealthy woman worth hundreds of millions.
The night was like a huge piece of black silk, silently covering the entire world.
When Qiao Qin finally finished her work, it was already pitch black outside. She rubbed her brows tiredly and glanced at the clock. It was already seven o'clock in the evening.
When she thought of Huo Siqian who was still hiding in the room crying, she couldn't help but sigh softly.
Qiao Qin slowly walked to the door of the room, raised her hand, and knocked softly. Her voice was gentle but mixed with a hint of imperceptible worry: "Baby, it's time to eat."
However, the room was as silent as death, without any response. The deathly silence made Qiao Qin's heart instantly rise to her throat.
Qiao Qin frowned and spoke again: "Not eating is not good for your health. If you keep throwing tantrums like this, Mom will be really angry."
In the past, whenever Huo Siqian heard that she might be angry, he would obediently open the door, but now, the room was still silent, without any movement.
Qiao Qin thought that maybe the child missed his father too much. After thinking for a moment, she finally made a decision: "Okay, open the door. Mom will take you to Beijing to see your father this weekend."
There was a hint of compromise and tenderness in her voice, and she only hoped that the child would hear it and open the closed door of his heart.
Time passed by minute by minute, but there was still no movement in the room.
Qiao Qin's brows furrowed tighter and tighter, and she finally noticed something strange. An extremely ominous premonition suddenly arose in her heart. This premonition was like a biting cold wind, sweeping over her whole body in an instant, making her tremble uncontrollably.
Qiao Qin anxiously asked Aunt Song to get the spare key, her voice became sharp and trembling because of her urgency: "Aunt Song, go get the spare key, quickly!"
The door of the room slowly opened, and it was pitch black inside, like a bottomless black hole, which was creepy.
Qiao Qin walked in impatiently, but was surprised to find that the window was wide open, and the cold night wind blew in from the window, making her hair messy. All the sheets and quilts were tied together tightly, hanging down from the window, like a long rope extending all the way downstairs.
The room where Huo Siqian was located was on the second floor of the villa. It was not too high, so the length of the quilts connected together was just enough.
Only then did Qiao Qin suddenly realize what had happened. Everything in front of her eyes went dark, and her voice trembled: "Xiao Qian... Xiao Qian, he ran away."
Her voice was filled with panic and despair, as if the whole world had completely collapsed at that moment.
Aunt Song rushed over and supported the shaky Qiao Qin, saying anxiously, "Madam, please calm down first. The most urgent thing is to find the young master as soon as possible."
Qiao Qin took a deep breath and tried her best to calm herself down.
She kept telling herself that she must not fall down at this moment and must find the child.
Qiao Qin quickly glanced downstairs and found no traces of blood, which made her feel a little relieved. It seemed that Huo Siqian was not injured. He suddenly ran out, probably because he wanted to find his father.
Therefore, Huo Siqian is very likely to go to the airport, or the train station or high-speed rail station.
Qiao Qin immediately made a phone call to gather people to help with the search, and then she hurriedly got into the driver's car and rushed straight to Ningcheng Airport at lightning speed.
The scenery outside the car window was flying backwards, and Qiao Qin's heart was like an ant on a hot pot, almost burning with anxiety.
Her hands were clenched into fists, her nails digging deep into the flesh of her palms, but she felt no pain at all. She stared eagerly ahead, her eyes full of anxiety and self-blame.
"It's all my fault. I didn't take good care of Xiaoqian. If anything happens to him, how am I going to explain to Huo Yan?" Qiao Qin muttered to herself, tears welling up in her eyes but she tried hard not to let them fall.
She kept urging the driver: "Master, can you drive faster? Please."
The driver also felt her urgency and kept stepping on the accelerator.
Huo Siqian's innocent and brilliant smile kept appearing in her mind. The beauty of the past was now like a sharp blade, piercing her heart mercilessly. Qiao Qin couldn't imagine what kind of dark abyss her life would fall into if she couldn't find Huo Siqian.
"Xiao Qian, you must wait for your mother. I will definitely find you." Qiao Qin prayed silently in her heart.
The wind rushed in through the car window, ruffling her hair, but she had no time to care. At this moment, there was only one unshakable thought in her mind, and that was to find Huo Siqian no matter what the cost.