Chapter 34 Feng Yu's Past Life
Yan Songyu was startled. Could he have discovered me?
After regaining his senses, Feng Yu lowered his head, smiled bitterly, and went into his office, with his secretary following closely behind.
Okay, as expected, no one can see me.
Yan Songyu initially wanted to squeeze in with her secretary, but then she thought, if she could get through people, how could she not get through a door?
She swaggered in.
Feng Yu was already looking at what he was holding, and Yan Songyu also came over. "Did Jiang Chengli and Zhou Yue go to jail after her death? Which righteous person put them there? Well done!"
Working hard every day, operating the sewing machine, with a good attitude and good performance...
Feng Yu scoffed, "They harmed Song Yu; how can a mere jail sentence be enough?"
Did Feng Yu take revenge on her?
Yes, besides him and his father, no one else would do this, and only they have the ability.
“Their roommates are all too kind. Let’s replace them with some vicious ones.” Feng Yu’s eyes were filled with malice. “Contact their future roommates. A minor injury is worth 10,000 yuan, a serious injury is worth 50,000 yuan, an organ is worth 200,000 yuan, even a finger or a piece of flesh weighing more than two ounces counts. Those who can get out will be kept for them, and those who can’t will be given to their families.”
The secretary concealed the surprise in her eyes. "Yes, Mr. Feng."
Just as the secretary was about to leave, Feng Yu added, "And that Xia Mingyang, he'll get the same treatment as them. Once he's in, he's probably not coming out."
Yan Songyu's heart was filled with mixed emotions. He remembered Feifei's hatred... even though they didn't know each other.
"Yes, Mr. Feng."
After the secretary left, Feng Yu leaned back in his chair, rubbing his throbbing temples and closing his eyes to rest. But then he suddenly reached out and touched the spot where Yan Songyu was standing, muttering, "Songyu, I think I'm hallucinating. Otherwise, why do I keep feeling like you're right next to me?"
Yan Songyu: I really am...
While Feng Yu was working, Yan Songyu, bored, drifted out and overheard the secretaries gossiping in the lounge.
"General Manager Feng is in a very bad mood today, everyone please be careful!"
"The previous General Manager Feng, though serious, was still quite friendly. Why has he changed so much now?"
"You newcomer don't know, but Mr. Feng is heartbroken over the loss of his beloved and is tormented by love."
"What's wrong? What's wrong?" The new intern's curiosity was piqued.
"Mr. Feng's white hair is not dyed."
"ah?!"
The man kept everyone in suspense, took a sip of water from the intern girl, and then said, "Yan Songyu, the president of Ruixin Group, was the white moonlight that our president Feng loved but could not have. Last year, President Yan was killed by a man from a poor background and his mistress. When President Feng learned of President Yan's death, his hair turned white overnight, and it was completely white after the funeral."
The young girl, at the age where she fantasizes about love, instantly had stars in her eyes. "What kind of novel plot is this? It's so romantic! But why didn't they end up together? Mr. Feng is so outstanding, much better than that poor guy from a humble background, right?"
"Hey, who can say for sure about love?" the man said, scoffing. "Anyway, I bet Mr. Feng is still single because of Mr. Yan."
Yan Songyu didn't know how she drifted back to Feng Yu's office. The words of those people kept echoing in her ears. She reached out and touched Feng Yu's white hair. So, it was because of... me?
But I don't deserve this from you. Yan Songyu wanted to cry, but she couldn't shed a single tear.
Feng Yu, you deserve a happy and fulfilling life. You should be surrounded by your children and grandchildren, enjoying your old age in peace and living to a ripe old age. You shouldn't be like this!
Contrary to Yan Songyu's wishes, she quickly observed Feng Yu's later life, watching him work diligently during the day and return alone to his empty, lifeless villa at night to rest, wash up, rest, sleep, and get up, just like a pre-programmed routine.
He was always alone, putting aside work every Valentine's Day and her birthday to guard her tombstone at the cemetery. And Feifei's grave was right next to hers—did he do that too?
Feng Yu cut the cake without forgetting Fei Fei's piece, and Yan Songyu felt as comfortable and warm as if she were soaking in warm water.
His wish to live to be a hundred years old was not fulfilled. After learning that Jiang Chengli and Zhou Yue had committed suicide because they could not bear the pain in prison, Feng Yu, who had always been strong and healthy, suddenly collapsed. He handed Huasheng over to Xu Yingzhi with his body and then completely collapsed. At this time, Feng Yu was only 54 years old, just 6 years after Yan Songyu passed away.
“Yes, bury me, bury me next to her.” Feng Yu finished speaking with difficulty.
Seeing Xu Yingzhi nod through tears, Feng Yucai smiled and closed his eyes.
Yan Songyu saw his last lip movements clearly; he called out: "Songyu."
"Feng Yu!"
When Yan Songyu woke up with a start, it was still late at night, and only a dim bedside lamp was on in the bedroom.
Feifei was wiping away her own tears with one hand and Yan Songyu's tears with the other. When she saw Yan Songyu wake up, Feifei smiled through her tears, "Mom, you're awake!"
Yan Songyu instinctively hugged Feifei to comfort her, "Mom's okay."
"But Mom, you cried so many tears just now, and I couldn't wake you up no matter how I called you." Feifei's voice was still trembling with tears. "I almost went to find Grandpa just now."
Yan Songyu wiped her face, which was indeed covered with cold tears. She knew she must have scared Feifei. "Mom is okay. I just had a nightmare. I'm sorry for scaring Feifei."
Feifei shook her head to indicate that it was okay, but then asked, "Mom, was Uncle Feng in your dream? I heard you calling his name the whole time."
Yan Songyu paused in patting Feifei's back, and after a long while, she softly hummed in agreement. She desperately wanted to see Feng Yu...
After putting Feifei to sleep, Yan Songyu put on a silver silk robe and went out, but when she stood in front of Feng Yu's door, she couldn't bring herself to knock.
What should I say after knocking on her door? She had rejected Feng Yu's confession before, and Feng Yu told her to think it over, but she kept running away. The feelings she couldn't sort out back then are still a mess now.
After experiencing such a tragic judgment in her previous life, could she really give Feng Yu the love he wanted? She herself didn't know.
Moreover, she hadn't divorced Jiang Chengli yet, and it was unfair to him to be entangled with Feng Yu like this. But how could she be willing to divorce Jiang Chengli and confront him now? She hadn't seen Jiang Chengli and Zhou Yue reap what they sowed, hadn't seen their pain and regret yet, and she was unwilling to accept it.
She didn't want to let Feng Yu down, but she didn't want to let herself down even more.
Yan Songyu slowly lowered her raised hand and began to back away. The courage that this "dream" had given her vanished in an instant, and once she calmed down, all Yan Songyu wanted to do was escape.
However, just as she was about to turn around—"Clatter!"
The door opened.
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