Chapter 97 Chapter 97 Being moved by her is the most normal thing in the world...

Xin Tong's recovery is a long and painful process. She must not stay in Wucheng for treatment, otherwise He Chuan will find her sooner or later.

After thinking about it, Jiang Chongyan found Ye Yizhen.

Ye Yizhen and her husband now live in North City. With the secret help of Ye Yizhen and her wealthy husband, Jiang Chongyan sent Xin Tong to North City overnight and stayed with her for recuperation, staying by her side day and night.

The next day, He Chuan received a message from Xin Tong's mobile phone.

"I'm out having fun. No need to contact me for now."

He Chuan quickly rushed back to Wucheng, but it was too late, Xin Tong had already disappeared.

She just used her cell phone to send a message to her parents saying that she was on vacation and did not want to be disturbed, and then the phone was never called again.

He Chuan and Xin Wenqing searched almost everywhere in Wucheng, but couldn't find her.

He Tianqi had been summoned to Lin City by He Chuan to help him manage the group's affairs and gain experience. However, since Xin Tong had distributed invitations in the banquet hall that day and insisted on an explanation from He Chuan, He Chuan temporarily allowed He Tianqi to leave early, avoiding a meeting with Xin Tong, leaving the couple alone.

After the showdown that night, He Chuan and Xin Wenqing also left Wucheng.

So, no one knew what Xin Tong did or where he went during those days.

Now it seems that it is very likely that after she learned the truth that night, she was depressed and simply turned off her cell phone and ran away abroad alone.

"Don't worry about her!" He Chuan was furious. She was still acting so absurdly and incompetently. Most importantly, without Xin Tong, Kelly's affiliation couldn't be changed; the status quo remained.

"Let her go! I don't believe she will never come back!"

He Chuan turned away.

*

At the same time, Song Qingyun tried every possible means to collect evidence in secret.

Song Tingfeng asked her where Xin Tong was, and she shook her head and said she didn't know.

Song Tingfeng asked her if she agreed to fake her death. She made a fuss for a few days, but was coaxed into silence. The two argued for a while, and finally she reluctantly agreed to the deadline of one month.

Song Tingfeng smiled a little more. He felt that this was enough to show Song Qingyun's heart that she loved him.

He didn't know that one month was the number Song Qingyun got from Jiang Chongyan.

This is the time Xin Tong is expected to be discharged from the hospital.

Days passed by. With a goal in mind, Song Qingyun carefully played the role of a docile and foolish rabbit.

The secret escape plan she had previously used had already given her a wealth of experience. She was an agent with many flaws, but her greatest strength was that no one took her seriously.

No one thought what she was trying to do by staying in Song Tingfeng's study for longer and longer periods of time.

I guess she is just becoming more and more dependent on Song Tingfeng.

No one thought that she came to the Song CEO's office frequently to find out anything.

I guess it’s just that Mr. Song’s meetings lasted too long and the lady was too bored.

She searched through things, records, and her phone. She became increasingly adept at covering up and acting, nearly being discovered by Song Tingfeng countless times, only to find excuses to pull them off. She accidentally made many clumsy mistakes, which she quickly fixed. Under everyone's noses, she quietly accomplished something significant.

...until the end.

It took Song Qingyun less than three weeks to find the small bag of medicine at home and the purchase records written in English at the company.

The day when all the decisive evidence was secretly handed over to Jiang Chongyan was less than four days away from the one-month deadline.

That day, Song Tingfeng was wearing a white haute couture suit, looking tall and straight. He knelt on one knee in front of her, unfolded the diamond ring box, and kissed the back of her hand devoutly.

"Would you like to?"

Song Qingyun stood there, looking down at him.

Rose petals were scattered on the marble floor, violin music was playing melodiously on the gramophone, and the dazzling crystal chandelier was shining brightly.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang at the door. Song Qingyun remained motionless, watching as a group of police surrounded Song Tingfeng, forcing his hands behind his back and handcuffing him. He was forced to his knees, his finely tailored suit pants stained with dust.

The rose petals were crushed by countless black footprints, the phonograph was smashed, the crystal chandelier swayed, and two small crystal pillars fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

"Song Qingyun."

Song Tingfeng's hair was disheveled. He knelt there, gritted his teeth, looked up and called her full name.

At this point, countless words piled up in his throat, choking and tangled. He swallowed them hard and tried to look up at her face.

"Song Qingyun!"

He opened his mouth, his voice hoarse and rough, and in the end, he just stubbornly asked a single question, "Have you ever liked me?"

Song Qingyun stared at him, her fingers slowly touching the ring on her ring finger. The moonlight shone on her pale face.

Have I ever liked you?

When you were standing in the classroom corridor waiting for me to finish school, the setting sun fell on your tall and thin body.

When I was afraid of ghosts in the middle of the night, you gently held my hand.

When I had my first period, you washed my clothes with your own hands, and you stood up for me when I was bullied.

Dependence on you has become an instinct in my life, a scabby wound, a permanent trace of blood. You are so beautiful, never looking at anyone else, only at me. Twenty years of my life have flown by, through the blooming of love in adolescence, through the humid and bright summers of Wucheng, and you have been so close to me, accompanying me for so long.

"How could I not have liked you?"

Song Qingyun said softly. Hot tears fell.

That night, the sound of sirens echoed throughout the suburban villa.

"Brother, I'm not stupid at all."

"When I grow up, I will beat you."

She took off the ring and threw it into the charred rose petals. With a "ding dong," the small ring rolled away, never to be found again. Don't be afraid, don't look back.

*

Xin Tong's treatment went smoothly. However, the days and nights in between were filled with pain and suffering, and only Jiang Chongyan was there to keep her company.

A month has passed.

Xin Tong recovered and was discharged from the hospital. She set foot on the land of Wucheng and walked into her own home.

Jiang Chongyan stood there, not going in, with his arms folded, leaning against the wall. His tall figure cast a long shadow on the white wall.

He had been by her side for the past month. In the final moments, he watched her walk in alone, his eyes fixed on her back.

The gate of the garden villa was tall and imposing, like a cage that trapped her. Her lonely and thin figure seemed to be swallowed up.

The weather was good today. Jiang Chongyan looked up at the bright sun above her head. The sun shone on her and on him.

…

When the police broke into the garden villa, He Tianqi was still unaware of the situation.

Xin Tong had been missing for a month, and he had been wondering where Xin Tong had gone. He had the medicine in his hands, and Xin Tong had been without it for a month. A strong sense of crisis made him feel like he was about to lose this last thread.

It was not until he saw Xin Tong and the police appear and stand in front of him that He Tianqi finally chuckled as if he understood. He was pressed to the ground and lowered his head completely.

The arrest process was chaotic and violent. He Chuan and Xin Wenqing were horrified and tried their best to protect He Tianqi. They didn't know what was going on and didn't believe that He Tianqi would do such a thing.

"Where's the evidence? What evidence do you have?"

He Chuan was hysterical at this moment. He had never lost his composure like this before. The heir to a wealthy family whom he had carefully cultivated was now shackled and tarnished. He completely didn't believe that He Tianqi would do such a thing. He simply couldn't accept that more than a decade of his life had been wasted.

Just before Xin Wenqing called to ask someone to come over, he suddenly heard the flat voice of the eighteen-year-old boy who was surrounded by the crowd.

"I did it."

He Tianqi lowered his eyes, looking frighteningly calm.

Following his straightforward admission, the police found a large amount of unknown white drugs, needles and syringes in his room.

Xin Tong stood in front of her parents without saying a word and showed them her hospital admission certificate in full.

All the evidence is conclusive and the dust has settled.

He Chuan shook his head in disbelief, his facial muscles trembling, and immediately took out his phone to make a call. Even at this point of desperation, he still gritted his teeth and fought for bail, hiring the best lawyers and team, using his connections, and trying his best to persuade the police not to take the man away.

Xin Tong stood in front of He Chuan, watching her father getting angry and running around shouting for her adopted son.

There was still a faint needle mark on her lower back, now almost gone, where her adopted son had once injected morphine. Her breakdown at the Imperial Hotel a year ago, and every nightmare, heart palpitations, and vomiting she'd endured in her hospital bed over the past month—Dad, would you want to know?

The door of the villa was wide open, the flowers in the yard were swaying, and the autumn wind blew through her hair.

The next second, she suddenly heard an extremely sad cry.

Finally, Xin Wenqing broke down and burst into tears in the face of all the evidence. She ran to her daughter and knelt on the ground, "Mom is sorry, Mom was wrong, Mom was wrong, Mom loves you, Tongtong, what did Mom do? Mom is really sorry for you, it was Mom who hurt you, Mom is sorry..."

The sun is shining outside the window.

The warm sunlight shining on Xin Tong was like a rainstorm.

This was an apology twenty years late, and only her mother would give her such an apology. Many things will never come true.

She suddenly recalled her hazy childhood, when her father hadn't yet made his fortune and her family lived in a damp house in the countryside of Wucheng. When she fell ill with a fever, her father would carry her to the hospital, her mother holding her hand. The road was long, long, and she'd been bouncing on his back, feeling dazed and confused by the fever, but she felt no fear.

Because children do not have to bear any responsibilities, children do not have to worry about anything, children are always protected, provided for, and controlled. This is a close and strong emotional bond between people.

Two years later, her father became chairman of the board. On April 1, 2004, her parents took her to Hong Kong for a trip. The day after she happily blew out her four birthday candles, her parents went to the laboratory for a blood test.

She has walked this long and fearless road for 22 years.

This is Xin Tong's stormy 23 years old. In fact, this is what life is like.

*

Jiang Chongyan walked into Wucheng Detention Center.

Having never been to such a place before, the young master put his hands in his pockets, glanced at the surrounding environment, thought it was dirty, and did not sit down.

A man came and sat on a chair opposite the iron window frame. He looked very thin, with deeply sunken cheeks and stubble.

"She doesn't want to see you. Stop haunting her." The blond man's face was full of indifference and coldness.

The boy lowered his head.

Just a little bit, in fact, just a little bit at that time. If the dose was a little bit more, she would be inseparable from him forever.

Since being handcuffed, He Tianqi has been thinking about many things that happened in the past year. When he was at home, he got up early and finished a morning of classes. It was already noon when he came out to get water. She had just woken up.

She came out yawning, wearing a soft white dress. Her belt was untied, hanging behind her, swinging as she walked.

He kept pouring water and glanced at it indifferently.

The next second the water overflowed, at an icy cold temperature.

He Tianqi calmly withdrew his gaze, looked at the puddle of water in front of him, and wiped it off with paper.

Will we never see each other again in this life? He Tianqi suddenly recalled that day when she stood behind the policeman, her long hair loose, and she was wearing the same white dress she often wore at home.

It turned out that was the last time we saw each other.

"Why won't she see me?"

Veins bulged on the sides of the boy's thin face, and his black hair covered his eyebrows and eyes.

He had been taught to be the successor since he was two years old. He was outstanding, calm and self-important. From an abandoned baby on the side of a mountain road to the heir to the billions of dollars of the Morikawa Group, he was the one chosen by fate. Countless people flowed past him like shadows, but only he went against the current and leaped to the highest class.

——But it was also fate that prevented him from ever getting what that spoiled and arrogant only girl had since birth.

One is inside the walls, the other outside. One is discussed openly by everyone, the other lives in the shadows of privacy.

Everything is a comparison, everything is a contrast. From the day Guo Lele was taken out by the dean when he was two years old, his life as He Tianqi was determined.

That is, Xin Tong will become a permanent part of his life, ingrained in his flesh and soul, following him like a shadow, impossible to escape.

"Why won't she see me?"

"Because of you? Because of you?"

He Tianqi suddenly raised his eyes and stared at Jiang Chongyan, "You know, I hate you the most in this world. You have everything: family, blood, gender, reputation, legitimacy. The whole world gives way to you, and you are truly so high and mighty. The things that she and I fought for so hard, you have at your fingertips - but you don't want them!"

"Why are you so free and unrestrained?"

"But, even she likes you so much. Even she likes you. You have everything, everything you want."

"This is your life, a completely different life from mine."

Jiang Chongyan frowned when he heard this.

He has always been impatient, and the only patience he has in his life is for Xin Tong. Everyone else can only get 0.

He Tianqi saw that Jiang Chongyan had no reaction to what he had just said, and did not even respond at all. He turned around and was about to leave. Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat.

He took a sudden step forward, a kind of reckless madness.

"Doesn't she want to be the heir?"

"Doesn't she want Kelly to succeed?"

"That drug is a stimulant. It makes the mind more stimulated and active. I gave her the drug to help her. Because of me, she was able to come up with so many ideas and creativity. She achieved so much by taking that drug. She should thank me! Why doesn't she see me?"

Jiang Chongyan stopped.

He raised his eyebrows and sneered softly at the absurdity.

"I really can't understand the train of thought of stupid men like you."

He turned around, his face cold. "Listen to me."

"First, the drug can cause dizziness, high mental tension, insomnia, hair loss, loss of appetite, depression, and lethargy. And once you stop taking it, the withdrawal symptoms are even more painful."

"Secondly, when you drugged her, Kelly's autumn and winter season had already been fully put into production, and the products could no longer be changed. These designs and accumulations were all created by her and the people in the company, working through the night bit by bit!"

"She had thought about live streaming as early as the spring and summer when it was launched. Your drug has nothing to do with the marketing plan she came up with!"

"All you've brought her is physical and mental pain. She hasn't gained any benefit from your medicine. Instead, she has to use her willpower and spirit to resist all the discomfort. If she were healthy, she would be more successful! How dare you shamelessly say that you are helping her!"

Jiang Chongyan stood condescendingly through the iron window lattice, looking at the people inside as if they were looking at dirty mud.

"You should be thankful that there are laws. If you were in my hands, I would return to you everything she has endured a hundredfold."

The boy lowered his head. His messy black hair had grown long, covering his eyes and revealing his thin jawline.

He didn't say anything else, but suddenly the corners of his mouth stretched out in a smile.

"Is she important to you?"

He asked suddenly, a sentence that made no sense.

Jiang Chongyan had neither the mood nor the patience to understand any man's feelings or words. But Jiang Chongyan stood there with his hands in his pockets, and in that moment, he just wanted to answer that question.

"She is bold, smart, persistent, open-minded, and has an indomitable will. Being attracted to her is the most normal thing in the world. I admire her, desire her, and respect her."

Jiang Chongyan left without looking back. Outside the window was bright sunlight. He walked into the sunlight, his golden hair almost transparent in the light.

He and Xin Tong are essentially the same kind of people.

He Tianqi finally came to his senses and stared at the cold shackles on his wrists.

But the sunlight vanished in an instant. The iron gate slammed shut, a heavy sound like the echo of hell. Outside the window, the sound of birds flapping their wings drifted by. Distant mountains vanished, and blue clouds drifted by. Time stopped here. Half asleep, half awake, 18-year-old He Tianqi dreamed countless times of the locust tree at the entrance of the narrow, dilapidated welfare home in Yulan City.