Chapter 45 Change: "Did he commit suicide?"
Song Luoyun was completely stunned, unable to hear anything else for a moment, only a long beeping sound remained.
Fu Qiaoying sent her an address at the hospital. She remained silent for a long time, ultimately unable to say, "What does his accident have to do with me?"
There is still a connection.
If something really happens to him, and no one is there to clear the obstacles for her, she will still suffer from her mother's torment. She will have no support at all and will be helpless even when Fu Qiaosheng is following her.
She had to admit that she couldn't live without him anymore, and she needed him very much.
I took a taxi and went straight to the hospital.
Along the way, many fragments flashed through her mind.
Fu Qiaoying said that Fu Huaizhi has been in very poor condition recently.
Fu Qiaosheng had hinted that he wouldn't let Fu Huaizhi get away with it.
Fu Huaizhi himself said that he had always tried to live according to her way.
All signs pointed to one possibility, but she never imagined that someone as proud and composed as him could have become like this.
During this time, Song Luoyun often thought about her first meeting with Fu Huaizhi.
He stood in a bright spot, dressed in a neat suit, receiving countless compliments and respect.
She knew then that she couldn't outmaneuver someone like that.
But she still boldly stepped forward, using her drunkenness as an excuse to present herself as a completely new person. Thanks to her own efforts, everything she got afterward was exactly what she had wanted that night.
Looking back now, everything actually had a pattern.
Because he asked her a lot of questions that day. Even though it was their first time meeting, he treated her like someone he had secretly loved for a long time.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" That was the first thing he asked her after she sat down.
Song Luoyun held the wine glass in both hands and found his gaze burning hot, making her unable to meet his eyes.
She answered truthfully: "No."
"Are you and Zemin good friends?" He was calm, with an elegant and relaxed demeanor.
Song Luoyun: "Yes."
"Don't you plan to develop a relationship with him?" He smiled.
Song Luoyun couldn't withstand his gaze. "No, I'm more suited to be friends with him."
"Why?" he asked in detail.
“It’s probably just because he’s not my type,” Song Luoyun said.
Fu Huaizhi followed up by asking, "What type do you like?"
Song Luoyun: "I don't know either, I've never met anyone I like."
"Really?" Fu Huaizhi's warm and gentle tone made her feel comfortable. "Is it difficult for me to get close to you?"
Not wanting to put himself in a passive position, Song Luoyun countered, "And what about you? It must be even harder for you."
Fu Huaizhi held his wine glass, his thoughts unreadable, and replied, "We're probably the same kind of people."
At that time, Song Luoyun did not understand.
They only met once, and they came from two different worlds. He wouldn't understand her, and they were definitely not the same kind of people.
Later, Fu Huaizhi said that it wasn't their first encounter. It happened a long time ago outside a bar.
At that time, she was immersed in arguing with her mother. When a piece of clothing was handed to her, she subconsciously took it. When she looked up after calming down, the person had already disappeared.
She considered herself an ordinary person, someone who would never experience a romantic, love-struck encounter. She never believed he would develop feelings for her at first sight. Neither of them should blame the other; the only word to describe their relationship was incompatibility.
The car arrived outside the hospital.
Song Luoyun saw the nanny van in the parking lot, and people were rushing around, so she was momentarily disoriented.
I went upstairs to the ICU. The ward area was quiet, and the smell of disinfectant was strong, but it did nothing to calm my mind.
There were several people at the door, and the men in suits were having a heated discussion. Fu Yuxuan leaned against the wall and listened. There was a familiar figure next to him, Denise. She was focused on the men's conversation, her pupils constricted.
“Lo!” Denise finally saw her.
Her voice drew Fu Yuxuan's gaze. He raised an eyebrow as usual, but his usual nonchalant demeanor was gone.
"What are you doing here? I called you so many times just now," Song Luoyun said absentmindedly.
"I came in such a hurry that I broke my phone. Are you alright?" Denise subconsciously paid attention to Song Luoyun's reaction and realized that her distraught expression was not because of anything else, but simply because of the person in the ward.
"Sit down for a bit, the doctor will be here soon," Fu Yuxuan said, even abandoning his usual carefree attitude.
Song Luoyun clenched her fist and said, "He..."
Fu Yuxuan followed her words: "He committed suicide."
"..."
Song Luoyun recalled that Fu Qiaoying had said the exact same three words on the phone.
Fu Huaizhi committed suicide!
"A knife wound! Very deep! The bleeding just won't stop!"
"Do you know why he committed suicide? Didn't he just become the head of the family? Why couldn't he think straight?"
He was ruthless to himself; a sharp military knife, half of its blade embedded in his left shoulder, was even being pulled out, blood running down the blade and soaking his pure white shirt.
Song Luoyun's words caught in her throat; she couldn't speak, and she didn't know what to say.
Denise pulled her down to sit and gently comforted her: "They said he might have been showing signs of this for a while, but no one noticed, and everyone thought he wouldn't be that kind of person. But don't worry, he went to the public area by himself, and Xuan noticed and brought him here in time."
Song Luoyun closed her eyes and nodded.
In that instant, many images flashed through my mind. If something happened to him, and she was the culprit, then she was destined to bear the burden of a life lost; she was far too sinful.
She was even more unable to fathom his thoughts.
Is this a ploy to force her? He's gone too far. Does he want her to feel guilty towards him forever?
He unconsciously pulled Denise's hand.
When he wakes up, she will definitely question him and then give him a cold warning, telling him not to play any more tricks.
Night deepened.
The two girls returned to school, bought a few bottles of beer, and huddled in their dorm room chatting.
Denise said that Fu Yuxuan found Fu Huaizhi unconscious in a pool of blood that night and immediately took him to the hospital. He was probably too anxious and didn't explain clearly when notifying others. Xiao Zi thought it was another self-inflicted injury ploy like before, so she called Denise over as usual.
She didn't even have time to inform Song Luoyun. When she arrived at the hospital, she realized it was such a big deal and was so frightened that she broke out in a cold sweat.
She was the only outsider, staying in the hospital, listening to the doctors' consultation, not daring to relax for a moment.
"Do you know about a mental illness called high-functioning depression? You may not show any unusual symptoms normally, but you may subconsciously harm yourself, feel that everything is a burden, and constantly struggle with yourself."
“Mr. Fu had been in a ‘defensive state’ before. The excessive mental pressure made him suppress or delay the expression of symptoms. But when the pressure was suddenly relieved, it was like a taut string being released. The emotional pressure and physical fatigue reached their peak, and depression broke out in full force.”
"They said that Mr. Fu witnessed his mother's death when he was a child, and his subconscious reaction would be to cut his wrists or harm himself, which he could easily imitate."
"It shouldn't have been intentional on his part, which is why he rushed to the public area with his phone in hand, ready to ask for help, but he couldn't hold on and fainted first."
Song Luoyun curled up into a ball, holding the wine bottle and clinking glasses with Denise.
"He may have lived in an extreme environment all his life, making it difficult for him to grow into a normal adult."
“He’s awful, but I also feel that he’s actually quite pitiful,” Denise said. “Because he was the one among all his compatriots who cared most about that great woman, but by some twist of fate he became the child she hated the most.”
Song Luoyun was stunned.
Only then did she understand what Fu Huaizhi meant when he said, "We are the same kind of people."
They all have broken families, and they all try to hide their brokenness on their own. They are easily shattered, yet easily pieced back together.
Denise got drunk and slumped in a chair, her words becoming increasingly incoherent: "As your best friend, I can't ask you to make any decisions, and you have no obligation to share his burdens, but you have to have everything you want. You feel sorry for him, so I encourage you to go find him. If you still don't want to contact him, then I support you never seeing each other again!"
Song Luoyun smiled, leaned against her, and enjoyed the rest.
The next day, she went to the hospital.
Fu Huaizhi was still unconscious, his face was deathly pale, and thick bandages were wrapped from his shoulders to his neck. She could tell that he had stabbed himself more than once.
The fragrance of flowers floated in the air; she had brought them. He didn't know how to help him, but for someone who had been feeling depressed for a long time, the vibrant colors of the bouquet could help them capture the vibrancy of life.
Song Luoyun sat down next to him.
When I reached out and touched him, he was warm, and his pulse was very faint, just like his breath.
The person in the ward seemed to sense her approach and used some force to hold her fingertips.
She looked at their intertwined hands.
It's been so long since we last had physical contact that we've forgotten what it feels like to touch each other.
But she actually really liked this kind of touch, without any ambiguity, just holding hands.
Song Luoyun only stayed for half an hour.
When I left, Xiaozhi was still on the phone at the door, her voice very low. I was so busy that I could only casually raise my hand to say goodbye to her.
Soon, she encountered an uninvited guest downstairs at the hospital.
Fu Qiaosheng was wearing a black hoodie, the large hood covering his face, making him look like a villain in a TV drama. He had clearly been waiting for her for a long time, then stood up and walked towards her step by step.
Song Luoyun subconsciously stepped back, paying attention to the surrounding noise. Knowing that this place was safer than anywhere else, she simply stood up straight and looked him in the eye.
Fu Qiaosheng smiled contentedly and asked, "How is my brother?"
"Compared to you, he's probably the best he could be," Song Luoyun said softly.
Fu Qiaosheng raised an eyebrow, seemingly admiring her skill in resisting. "That's such a pity. I thought he would accidentally kill himself, so I wouldn't have to bother figuring out how to drag you down with me."
Song Luoyun was wary of his every word.
She had no doubt about the person in front of her. He had said that he was the culprit behind Fu Huaizhi's mother's suicide. What she feared was that Fu Huaizhi's current situation was inextricably linked to him.
She said, "Then I'm sorry, you didn't get to do it."
He could clearly see what she was thinking. He raised an eyebrow and said generously, "It's too easy to make me wish for this. I didn't expect that my good brother is as fragile as his mother. He couldn't handle a few hints."
"Are you curious about what I did? I didn't do anything special. I just helped you verify his feelings for you. Your relationship was so messy that I told him he was the one who hurt you. If it weren't for him, you would only be happier. Am I right? I was helping you convey his feelings. Shouldn't you thank me?"
“…Crazy.” Song Luoyun cursed inwardly.
Fu Qiaosheng laughed even louder, "He's been hospitalized because of mental illness, and you're saying I'm sick? I'm the only qualified person in this family. How could someone with such a weak capacity for stress deserve to sit in this position?"
Song Luoyun said firmly, "Yes, you say he's weak, but he's still stronger than you, which means you're weaker."
Fu Qiaosheng paused briefly, then quickly took another step closer to him: "You say I'm weak? Then why don't you try it out? Let's see if I'm weaker, or if he is."
“Nobody cares about your disgusting fetishes.” Song Luoyun avoided his touch.
Her phone vibrated; it was a call from Denise. She took the opportunity to pull away from Fu Qiaosheng and answered the call.
Before I could even speak, a commotion erupted from the other end.
The rustling sound continued, and soon a voice came through: a rough male voice: "Song Luoyun, is that right?"
"...Who are you?" Song Luoyun looked down to confirm that it was indeed Denise's call.
The other person said, "Your friend isn't doing well right now, do you even care who I am?"
Song Luoyun tried to remain calm: "Do I think I would believe you?"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was the sound of tables and chairs colliding on the other end, followed by a loud bang. The boy who had spoken held his phone up to another person and commanded in an even harsher tone, "Speak."
There was no sound.
Another rustling sound of fabric followed, then a male voice: "Still won't talk? Try it."
The sound of a slap was loud enough to make one's heart race, and still no one spoke, but Song Luoyun caught a very short muffled groan in it.
She was certain it was Denise.
He quickly hung up the phone, looked up, and saw that Fu Qiaosheng was no longer in sight.
She first sent Denise a message asking about her situation. Almost instantly, Denise replied with several pictures. In an abandoned shed, Denise's hands and feet were tied up, and several men were behind her, their postures lewd, staring at her.
Song Luoyun quickly called the police and informed them of the situation and address. But then she remembered that the mastermind behind the incident was Fu Qiaosheng. How could he not have the ability to contact the police?
The caller hung up, citing poor signal, and Song Luoyun could no longer get through. She forced herself to calm down and called Fu Yuxuan.
He didn't answer, so she tried to contact Fu Qiaoying again, when a new message popped up.
Tell her: "Ten minutes."
Without time to think further, she took a taxi there, trying to contact others along the way, from Fu Yuxuan to Fu Qiaoying, and even Fu Zeming, but strangely, no one answered the phone.
She realized that Fu Qiaosheng had orchestrated the entire scheme, gradually pushing her into a corner.
But she had no choice.
Fu Huaizhi is still lying in the hospital, where her best friend is. No matter what, she has to exchange herself for her.
After getting off the bus, she ran towards the greenhouse and saw the person she had been talking to, a fat middle-aged man whose appearance alone made her want to vomit.
He timed himself, saw her, raised an eyebrow in satisfaction, and pointed at her with the baseball bat in his hand.
Song Luoyun's attention was focused on Denise, who had fainted, with a large bruise on her face, her clothes disheveled and torn in several places.
She was both angry and guilty, hating herself for not having the power to punch those people with the eyes.
His eyes quickly reddened, and his fingertips dug into his palms to keep himself awake: "I'm here. Release her first."
"This chick's pretty naive," the fat man in the lead said blatantly. "Now that we're here, do you think one person is enough to keep us brothers entertained?"
"So you're going to do these illegal things?" Song Luoyun said.
“We’ve done so many illegal things, what’s one more? We’ll all be in jail sooner or later anyway, so it’s more important to have a good meal first.”
The fat man waved his hand, and several people stepped forward.
“Perhaps you’re only serving a few years in prison now, but you’ve hurt me, and he’ll make you pay with your lives.” Song Luoyun’s voice trembled uncontrollably.
But all I got in return was a question: "Do you think we're afraid?"
She overestimated herself; they were used to acting recklessly, ignoring the law, and were not afraid of dying.
As they drew closer, Song Luoyun turned and ran. Before coming here, she had observed the surrounding terrain. It was far from the city center and hardly anyone passed by, but there was a large grove of trees behind her where she could hide.
But she can't run away. The people behind her don't even need to chase her; they just need to say softly, "Your friend is still here. Can you bear to leave her behind and run away?"
She could only stop and watch them approach with resentment.
...
Fu Huaizhi suddenly woke up.
The scene before my eyes changed from a white blur to a hazy outline, and Xiaozhi's voice could be heard intermittently from outside the half-closed door.
"Did Fu Qiaosheng have an argument with Miss Song?"
"Have security take him away. Make sure Miss Song is safe."
The warmth of my fingertips lingered, and a bouquet of flowers appeared beside me, signifying someone's arrival.
As he regained consciousness, he looked at Xiao Zi who had entered the room and said in surprise, "President Fu, you're awake?"
Fu Huaizhi struggled to utter a single sentence: "Where is Song Luoyun?"
“Miss Song came by and just left,” Xiao Zi said.
Fu Huaizhi looked at the wall clock.
As Xiao Zi's voice reached his ear, as if by telepathy, he quickly got up and grabbed the phone from the cabinet.
He glanced down for only a second, then quickly pushed the door open.
The bandage snapped open with a "hiss," and bloodstains spread.
Xiao Zi stared at him blankly, then followed him forward.
"Mr. Fu, where are you going!"
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Author's note: The next chapter will be released tonight!
Happy National Day everyone!
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