Fortunately, not long after, two cars stopped in front of her.
The two cars were jet black, with their headlights off.
A person from one of the cars immediately went straight to the two bodies.
From the other car, a man stepped out, wearing sunglasses even in the dark of the night.
"Miss, we are here to pick you up."
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...
As the sky slowly brightened, the sun hid behind the thick clouds, casting a golden light on them, with a faint red hue, making the light that filtered in through the window look warm and pleasant.
However, the little girl lying on the bed was still unconscious.
The doctor had already examined her and confirmed that she wasn't injured.
As the Wei family's personal doctor, Wei Ziqi had been honest with him.
Thus, the doctor estimated that it was likely due to fear and exhaustion, which had overwhelmed her young body, causing her to remain unconscious for so long. More accurately, it could be said that she was just sleeping.
After the doctor left the room, Wei Ziqi stood by the bed, observing the little girl.
The little girl was fair and beautiful, clearly a future beauty. However, the tear stains on her cheeks, now covered in dust, made her appear disheveled.
At that moment, a servant entered to clean the dirt from the little girl's face and body. Wei Ziqi stepped out of the room first.
"Qi Shao!" He Yuanfang, who had been tasked with handling the aftermath, returned just in time to bump into Wei Ziqi in the hallway as he was coming out of the guest room.
Wei Ziqi nodded and led him to the study.
"It's all taken care of!" He Yuanfang said. "Also, I looked into that little girl. Her name is Chen Zhaoran, she's eight years old and attends a primary school near her home."
He Yuanfang smirked: "Her father is a gambler, just like most gamblers. He followed a typical pattern—he won a few times, then started losing, but he kept thinking he could turn things around, and gradually lost everything."
"He owed a huge loan he could never repay, and was forced into a corner. So, he kept gambling. Last night, it looks like his wife was driven mad, and that's why she killed him with a kitchen knife."
He Yuanfang sighed: "Even if there hadn't been the car accident, the woman would have been doomed for committing murder. Chen Zhaoran is destined to become an orphan."
Wei Ziqi's frown deepened, and then he heard He Yuanfang ask: "Qi Shao, what do you plan to do with that little girl?"
When He Yuanfang learned that Wei Ziqi had brought the child back, he was stunned.
When had Wei Ziqi become so compassionate?
But Wei Ziqi always acted according to his mood. In other words, he was willful and did whatever he pleased. So, after the initial shock, He Yuanfang didn't find it hard to understand.
However, seeing Wei Ziqi frown, it was clear that he hadn't fully decided what to do yet.
However, seeing Wei Ziqi frowning, it was clear that he hadn't given it much thought yet.
At that moment, the door to the study was knocked.
"Come in," Wei Ziqi responded.
"Qi Shao, the little girl has woken up!" The servant who had been taking care of Chen Zhaoran entered, looking hesitant. "But... but there's something a little strange about her."
Wei Ziqi raised an eyebrow slightly, then led He Yuanfang to the guest room.
The doctor was standing by the bed, conducting an examination. The little girl was so small and fragile that she nearly blended into the large bed, making her difficult to notice.
She was already small, but now, the little girl was curled up, avoiding the doctor's examination, and her eyes were filled with caution as she watched the servants in the room.
When she saw Wei Ziqi walk in with He Yuanfang, the little girl's lips pressed into a thin line, clearly on guard.
"What's going on?" Wei Ziqi asked.
"It seems like she's been deeply traumatized," the doctor replied. "She doesn't remember anything, even her own name."
"She doesn't remember anything?" Wei Ziqi raised an eyebrow.
The doctor shook his head. "She won't even speak. She just shakes her head or nods, but mostly, she shakes her head."
Wei Ziqi moved forward, lowering his gaze to look at the little girl.
The little girl mustered some courage and lifted her eyes to meet his, though the fear in her gaze was even more pronounced. Her lips were tightly pressed, in a defensive manner.
Wei Ziqi's lips suddenly curled into a faint, cold smile, and the chill of it made the little girl tremble without reason.
He silently sneered, his voice low as he asked, "You don't remember anything?"
The little girl stubbornly shook her head.
Wei Ziqi suddenly raised his hand, gripping her chin and lifting her face higher, turning it from side to side as he inspected her.
"If you really don't remember, then that's fine. But if you're lying, you'll pay for your choice now. You'll forget everything, become someone without a past. If I find out you've missed something or haven't masked it well, I'll make sure you forget this entire life. It'll be as if you never existed."
Wei Ziqi's lips pressed together tighter as he increased the pressure on her chin.
"Do you understand?" he asked coldly.
The little girl winced from the pain as her already pale face turned even more ashen.
It was unclear whether she, at such a young age, fully understood Wei Ziqi's words, but she still nodded silently.
Wei Ziqi finally released her, "Now, tell me, you really can't even remember your name?"
The little girl shook her head without hesitation.
"I want you to tell me," he said sharply. "Understand? Speak! I want you to say it out loud, tell me yourself!" His fingertip traced along her throat. His finger was warm, but where it passed, goosebumps rose on her skin, causing her to shudder.