Chapter 48 N - Missed
Xu Tunan had nothing to say. Before contacting his assistant, he asked Xing Yu again. Seeing that Xing Yu insisted, he had no choice but to ask his assistant to inform Chu Beiling that they were temporarily unavailable to meet.
Chu Beiling sighed dejectedly, took out a medicine box, and popped two vortioxetine pills into his mouth. Even when he was feeling so bad that he couldn't breathe, couldn't concentrate, and experienced severe somatization reactions, he still felt remorse.
He would resist eating it.
Chu Beiling indulged himself in going crazy, collapsing, and becoming hysterical. In his most painful moments, he bit his arm until it bled, like a madman.
They also don't want to lose their emotions or forget their past memories.
After returning to China, Chu Beiling took medication much more frequently, much more severely than before.
He can use willpower to fight against uncontrollable somatization reactions and pain, and also to regain control over his emotions and memories.
But Chu Beiling couldn't stand Xing Yu's coldness and aloofness; he wouldn't even spare him a glance.
The current situation is that there is no longer any connection between them.
Chu Beiling bit her lip hard until the fishy, rusty taste spread in her mouth.
He deserves all the consequences and the current situation.
It was because he couldn't return to China sooner.
By the time Chu Beiling returned to the meeting room, the discussion of the third review of the manuscript had already concluded.
After giving Chu Beiling a brief progress report and feedback, Zhu Qing'an kept gossiping on the way back to the company: "Have you seriously considered my opinion and are you planning to just poach him?"
Chu Beiling glanced at him and then looked at the road ahead: "He already has someone new by his side. Don't mention him in front of me anymore."
"Huh?" Zhu Qing'an thought for a moment and then seriously suggested, "It's okay, someone else can steal your love away." As she spoke, she became more and more excited and outrageous: "The one who isn't loved is the mistress, and you definitely won't be that mistress."
Zhu Qing'an wanted to say something more, but Chu Beiling interrupted his dangerous remarks: "Zhu Qing'an, if you make another sound, I'll throw you down."
"Oh." Zhu Qing'an glanced at him furtively, and quickly shut up when she saw his unusual expression.
In the following days, Chu Beiling stayed at the company every day until midnight, and even spent the weekends at the company.
His intense work consumed all his time and thoughts, leaving him no time to think about Xing Yu or anything related to him.
Two days ago, his psychologist in Singapore called him and told him that he was on a business trip in Shanghai and knew that he was coming to Hangzhou, so he asked him to come over on Sunday night.
Chu Beiling arrived as promised.
Bai Siyi asked, "Do you still control your dreams at night?"
Chu Beiling spoke frankly: "Yes, sometimes I would reload the save file and start over, especially when we separated, or when he rejected me. After being startled awake, I would fall asleep again, and that would not happen. It would take a different turn."
Bai Siyi: "I still suggest that you do not try to control your dreams, as it can easily lead to psychological dissociation and even schizophrenia."
Chu Beiling lowered her eyes: "I know, but I can't control myself."
Chu Beiling was the most troublesome patient Bai Siyi had ever encountered in her career. He knew everything, yet he was consciously indulging in pain, even enjoying it. He was relatively cooperative during consultations and willing to chat, but when asked to take medication, he would use various excuses to send her away, and Bai Siyi even tried to persuade him.
Bai Siyi: "I still respect your ideas and never interfere with them, but you need to know that you need to take your medication on time and not wallow in the pain in order to get better."
“My creativity, color perception, and hand-eye coordination are gone.” Chu Beiling chuckled. “I didn’t want to forget him, but after we met, I discovered that he not only forgot our promise, but also hated me, so…”
After a long pause, he finally managed to say the second half of his sentence: "I'm not so resistant to vortioxetine anymore. It helps me forget my emotions, so I'll love him again once the effects wear off."
After parting ways with Bai Siyi at the hotel, Chu Beiling walked towards the elevator. The elevator doors were about to close, just two steps away. He quickly stepped forward and pressed the down button, but unfortunately, he was a step too late.
Chu Beiling pressed the down button again and waited for another elevator to come up.
Not far away, Xing Yu and Xu Zeyi walked from the corner toward the elevator entrance.
Xu Zeyi smiled faintly and said, "I've been here on a business trip for a week. Thank you for taking care of me."
Xing Yu returned the same smile: "Of course."
Upon hearing the familiar voice, Chu Beiling turned around abruptly.
A child darted over from a distance. Xu Zeyi tried to dodge, but tripped on the soft carpet. Xing Yu quickly caught him, saying, "Be careful."
Xu Zeyi steadied himself by holding onto Xing Yu's arm. "Thank you," he said with a light laugh. "You're pretty quick."
That's because I used to help someone who was so arrogant and didn't pay attention to where they were going, and I got used to it.
Xing Yu quickly let go of his hand, slightly increasing the distance between them. He smiled and looked up, catching a glimpse of a familiar figure standing at the elevator entrance.
Suddenly—
Xing Yu looked over and saw Chu Beiling standing on the line between light and shadow. The warm yellow light transitioned from him, and his elegant and gentle features were half in the light and shadow and half in the darkness, making them appear three-dimensional and distinct. Below his high nose bridge, his lips were pursed into a straight line, and his amber eyes were hidden under his lowered eyebrows, making him look extremely lonely.
While Chu Beiling was frozen in place and unable to move, the two had already walked in.
"Hello, this is Xu Zeyi from Xingyao." Xu Zeyi smiled and greeted him in a very familiar manner.
Chu Beiling snapped out of her daze, gave his hand a very light squeeze, and then quickly withdrew it, saying in a very formal and polite manner, "ECho Chu Beiling, President Xu, I've long admired your name."
Xu Zeyi smiled and said, "President Chu, you're too kind."
After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the elevator stopped at the top floor.
After the door opened, Xing Yu stood silently between him and Xu Zeyi, protecting Xu Zeyi as they entered the sedan chair together.
Chu Beiling pursed his lips, his complicated thoughts swirling around him like weeds, making it hard for him to breathe.
He stood outside the door without moving, not intending to go in, and waited for the next shift.
The two people inside the elevator looked over at the same time. At this moment, Xu Zeyi asked with a smile, "President Chu, aren't you coming in?"
After hesitating for a moment, Chu Beiling still stepped into the sedan chair. Xu Zeyi was a big shot in the domestic film and television company, and he couldn't act on emotion.
Despite not wanting to go in, he stayed in the same space as them, watching Xing Yu protect Xu Zeyi.
The elevator slowly descended, and in the cramped elevator, only Xing Yu's voice could be heard: "What time is the high-speed train tomorrow?"
Xu Zeyi glanced at Chu Beiling, who was half-blocked by Xing Yu's body, and raised an eyebrow, quite interested: "A driver is here to pick me up. What, are you going to take me back to Shanghai?"
Xing Yu's original intention was to stop Xu Zeyi from talking to Chu Beiling, but this old fox, perhaps having discovered his thoughts, guided him step by step, using his words to subtly push him forward and get revenge.
Xing Yu was no pushover either; you couldn't offend him, but you also couldn't let him have his way too easily.
He laughed and asked in return, "Do you think I'm the only one who needs to deliver it?"
Xu Zeyi's smile deepened: "It wasn't bad originally, but it's bad now that you're asking."
The elevator mirror reflected Xing Yu and Xu Zeyi together, chatting and laughing, from every angle.
You could see the two of them flirting and teasing each other from any angle.
Chu Beiling had nowhere to avoid it, nor could he cover his ears, so he could only stand there, becoming a 50 million yuan third wheel.
Soon, the elevator dinged and reached the second basement level. Chu Beiling fled the elevator car as if escaping.
There were no seats available when they arrived, so Chu Beiling parked his car at the exit. After exiting the elevator, he had to turn left and walk a distance.
As he walked to the car, he couldn't help but look back.
Xu Zeyi got into the car, and Xing Yu followed. Xing Yu probably noticed his gaze and looked over.
His eyes were cold, as if he were looking at someone insignificant. He looked away after just one glance and got into the car with them.
Xing Yu's suit-clad thug drove past him, leaving only a trail of exhaust fumes.
He orchestrated the domestic cooperation himself, solely to fulfill his agreement with Xing Yu, so there's no need for him to remain in China now.
Chu Beiling opened her work calendar and glanced at it. If the first phase of the cooperation with Chu Meng continued at the current pace, it could be completed by early February, which was less than a month away.
When Yu got off work that evening, Zhu Qing'an knocked on his office door and asked, "Want to go to the pub tonight?"
Chu Beiling looked up from the documents: "I'm not going."
Zhu Qing'an: "Okay, I'll go by myself."
"You—" Chu Beiling called out to him.
Zhu Qing'an turned around and said, "Don't tell me there's anything else. Even if the sky falls, I'm still going to the pub today."
Chu Beiling really couldn't understand Zhu Qing'an. He would go crazy when he drank, saying he missed someone so much that he was dying, and no one was as deeply in love as him. But once he sobered up, he would be a completely different playboy, indiscriminate in his relationships with both men and women, and he would be more outrageous than anyone else.
Then I saw him. Before, I always advised him to fall in love. After learning about Xing Yu's existence, I frantically tried to persuade him to reconcile, hoping that they could rekindle their relationship.
One hundred and eight idiots are not as bad as one person being sick.
However, this has little to do with him, as long as Zhu Qing'an doesn't try anything with him again: "Take it easy on yourself, I don't want to go to the bar and bring you back drunk again."
Zhu Qing'an assured her, "Don't worry, it won't happen."
Chu Beiling disagreed with his assurance, but ultimately didn't say much and continued with her work.
After saying goodbye to several investors, Xing Yu left the private room at the club. They wanted to stay and have some fun, but Xing Yu had no interest in leaving early.
Downstairs from the clubhouse is a well-known members-only gay bar owned by the same person; he would inevitably pass by here when leaving.
As soon as Xing Yu came down, he was targeted. Several young men dressed in flamboyant attire approached him, each with heavy makeup and a strong perfume scent that assaulted his senses.
Whether they dressed in a more androgynous style or wore skirts, Xing Yu had no objection to them and was not averse to them.
He respects human biodiversity.
Having achieved such success in his career, Xing Yu has witnessed countless people and events, making him different from his naive youth. He has experienced the so-called gay world, encountered interesting and charming souls within it, and also witnessed its chaos, decadence, and madness.
Xing Yu simply disliked it and couldn't adapt to it.
Playing for the sake of playing, and being dragged to a hotel room after only a few words of conversation, a life of unrestrained revelry driven by desire.
I wouldn't like it whether Chu Beiling is there or not.
He turned down several offers along the way, and with a frown, Xing Yu quickly left this place that he didn't feel comfortable with.
Unwittingly, Xing Yu's gaze swept to the center of the dance floor, and his expression froze instantly, an incredulous astonishment creeping into his heart.
Zhu Qing'an and another man were arm in arm, swaying their bodies almost without a gap between them, dancing in the center of the dance floor. When the music reached its climax, Zhu Qing'an put her arms around the man's waist, whispered something in his ear, and made him giggle.
Xing Yu subconsciously searched for Chu Beiling's figure in the bar. The bar was large, but not many people. You could see the whole place at a glance, but he couldn't find her.
Just then, someone approached him with a wine glass in hand and asked in a sweet, coquettish tone, "Handsome, would you like to have a drink together?"
"No need." Xing Yu turned and went to the restroom to find someone.
He checked each stall one by one, even knocking on the doors of those that were occupied. When he didn't hear Chu Beiling's voice, Xing Yu breathed a sigh of relief, but was immediately replaced by endless anger.
Just as he turned to leave, the young man who had offered to buy him a drink followed him, pressed close to him, and persistently asked, "Handsome, are you sure you don't want to drink?" He reached out and stuck his hand to Xing Yu, whispering in his ear, "We can do other things if we don't drink. I'm very skilled; you'll see once you try me."
Already irritable and angry, Xing Yu became even more annoyed by the person pressing so close to him. He pushed the person away and said rudely, "Get lost."
This handsome young man was usually the one being approached, and had never been treated like this before. He clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction, "If you don't want it, then don't. Why are you being so fierce? If it weren't for your good looks, I wouldn't even talk to you. You have no manners."
The little boy swayed his hips as he walked away, saying, "We're all out having fun, why pretend?"
Xing Yu took a deep breath, pinched his brow hard, calmed himself down in the bathroom, and then quickly walked out.
Zhu Qing'an was seen walking towards the hotel across the street with her arm around the young man's waist.
Xing Yu had a terrible headache. He took out his phone and accepted the friend request.
The chat window displays: You have added C, you can start chatting now.
Xing Yu stared at the blank chat box and typed.
Just then, a message came in on Chu Beiling's phone. He picked it up and saw it was from Ms. Li: "[When are you coming back? Little Eggplant misses you. Your home is in Singapore; you can't always stay in China, and don't keep the Lin family's bank heiress waiting for you too long.]"
Immediately afterwards, a voice message came from Little Eggplant: "Brother, when are you coming back? Little Eggplant misses you, misses you so much, brother, please come back soon."
Chu Beiling typed with one hand: "This phase of the project will last about another month. Once I've finished handling things here, the company will send someone else to take over, and then I can go back."
His attitude was firm: "As for the Lin family's daughter, let whoever wants to see her see her."
The little eggplant said pitifully, "Brother, please don't send text messages, I can't understand them."
Little Eggplant is Li Shuying and Uncle Zhao's baby. He is three years old this year and was practically raised by him.
Chu Beiling didn't send this message to Xiao Qiezi. He took several deep breaths to make sure his voice was completely emotionless before sending a voice message to Xiao Qiezi saying, "Brother will be back soon."
Little Eggplant sent many more voice messages, interspersed with a text message: 【Even if we don't want to see each other, we have to.】
Chu Beiling responded to each voice message, but pretended not to see the text message.
Exiting the chat window with Ms. Li, Chu Beiling noticed a new profile picture of a color card in his chat interface. Xing Yu had quietly appeared in his contact list at some point.
Chu Beiling's breath hitched. She reached out and tapped into his chat box, where she saw the words "typing..." displayed above Xing Yu's WeChat name.
Chu Beiling almost smashed her phone on the ground, but after waiting for a long time, she didn't see him send a message, and the typing display changed to Xing Yu's WeChat name.
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