Chapter 26 Someowatchoverme
In Xu Qin's office, the smell of disinfectant filled the air.
She lowered her eyelashes, dipped a cotton swab in medicine, and carefully used it to wipe the wound at the corner of Song Yan's mouth.
"hiss--"
Song Yan took a breath, but did not dodge.
Xu Qin paused and continued to apply the medicine in silence.
Song Yan's gaze fell on her red and swollen left cheek, and his brows were furrowed.
He reached out to touch her, but Xu Qin turned her head away.
"What's going on? What happened to your face?"
Song Yan's voice suddenly became tense, "Who hit you?"
Xu Qin's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the glass of the medicine cabinet reflected her sparkling eyes.
"Qin Yu found his home. His uncle and aunt are both at home."
Song Yan's fingers trembled slightly. He stood up, held her face with both hands, and forced her to look up.
His thumb gently stroked her swollen cheek.
"Did my aunt hit me?"
Xu Qin's tears rolled down silently, but she didn't answer.
Song Yan's mind suddenly flashed with Meng Yanchen's words - "She is your wife, how could you have the heart to do that to her?"
Only then did he understand why Meng Yanchen was so angry. If anyone hurt Zhai Miao, he would probably not be any less lenient than Meng Yanchen.
"sorry,"
Song Yan held her in his arms, his voice choked with sobs, "I'm sorry for making you suffer."
His embrace was warm, but it reminded Xu Qin of the cramped little house, her aunt's raised hand, and the pointing eyes of the neighbors.
"I'll tell my aunt,"
Song Yan gently stroked her back and said, "If you have any dissatisfaction or resentment, just come to me. Don't keep it in your heart."
Xu Qin leaned on his shoulder, tears soaking his collar.
"I know... Aunt is just angry for a moment. For you, I am willing to do anything."
Her voice was soft, but the scene at that time emerged in her mind——
When Qin Yu came to the house, my aunt hysterically drove him away, attracting onlookers from the neighbors.
Back in the house, my aunt smashed the imported fruits that Qin Yu brought.
"Over 200,000 yuan. Why did Song Yan suddenly owe over 200,000 yuan? Why did the Meng family come to our house?"
The resentment that had been suppressed for a long time finally erupted.
"It's because you, Zhai Miao, are selling fake goods!"
Xu Qin shouted hysterically, "If Song Yan hadn't insisted on paying for her, would I have gone to Meng Yanchen for help?"
"To pay off your debts, I haven't taken care of myself in a long time. I haven't gone out to eat in a long time. Every day at home, I either eat porridge or noodles. I even have to wait for discount days to buy eggs! It's all because of you who drag us down!"
Xu Qin looked at the yellowed family photo on the wall, and Song Yan's smiling face in the firefighter uniform stung her eyes.
"It's hard to even turn around in this house! And he insists on bringing me back to stay for two days every week."
She grabbed her bag and threw it at the photo. "I must be crazy to choose a day like this!"
“Bang!”
When the slap sounded, Xu Qin was stunned.
Tears rolled down my aunt's red eyes. "It was you who pestered our Song Yan to start over from the beginning. It was you..."
It was nothing more than those clichés. Xu Qin didn't even finish listening to the words before grabbing her bag and returning to the hospital.
In the office mirror, she stared at her pale face, recalling the financial difficulties she had faced during this period and Meng Yanchen's increasing indifference towards her. She let the sound of water drown out her broken cries, crying until her throat was hoarse and she kept retching.
Suddenly, she smiled, wiped away her tears and sent a message to Meng Yanchen asking him to come to the hospital to pick up the medicine.
After putting the phone back in his pocket, he slapped himself in the mirror...
"Don't cry,"
Song Yan kissed the top of her head and said, "I won't do that again."
Xu Qin glanced out the window quietly, and there seemed to be a flash of light among the shadows of the trees.
The corners of her mouth curled up slightly, but her tears fell even more violently.
In Xiao Yixiao's bar, jazz music flows in the dim space.
Meng Yanchen sat alone in the corner of the VIP box, and the whiskey in the crystal glass had been emptied three times.
He loosened his tie, and the wounds on his knuckles ached dully in the amber wine.
"Mr. Meng, your wine."
Lin Su walked in with a tray, deliberately lightening her steps.
She had just gone to the bathroom to put on some light makeup, let her hair down, and combed it into the look of Xu Qin in the photo of the passenger seat.
She caught sight of the wound at the corner of Meng Yanchen's mouth and cried out in surprise.
"Are you injured?"
Meng Yanchen didn't even raise his head, "Get out."
Lin Su came closer, lifted up the hair on her temples with her fingers, and imitated Xu Qin's usual movements.
"If the wound is not treated, it will become infected."
She picked up the towel from the ice bucket and said, "I took a first aid class in college..."
Lin Su's pretentious appearance reminded Meng Yanchen of Xu Qin's accusations against him, making him even more upset.
The person he least wants to see now is Xu Qin.
Meng Yanchen raised his eyes, and the gaze behind the lenses was chillingly cold.
“I said, get out.”
Meng Yanchen's voice was like ice.
The glass reflected his gloomy brows. When Lin Su retreated awkwardly, he saw his own distorted face reflected in the mirror.
It's just like what Song Yan said, a rat in the gutter.
After the box door was closed, Yanchen poured another glass of wine.
The alcohol burned my throat, but it couldn't extinguish the depression in my heart.
Over the years, he has been like a perfect exhibit, labeled as the "Meng family heir"—
She gave up her ideals for the sake of her family, hid her emotions for the sake of dignity, and cleaned up the mess time and time again for Xu Qin's willfulness.
But all of this was like countless fine silk threads woven into a net, pinning him to where he "should" be, unable to move.
He needs to bear all the responsibilities and feel sorry for everything, but who will feel sorry for him?
He suddenly thought of Fan Shengmei.
It's already 11 o'clock in the evening. Is it an overstepping of boundaries to make this call?
The phone screen lit up and dimmed again, and his finger hovered above the three words "Fan Shengmei", not letting go for a long time.
The neon lights outside the window changed, dyeing the profile of his face blue and then red.
The jazz music in the background plays "Someowatchoverme" on loop.
When his eighth glass of whiskey was empty, he finally pressed the dial button.
【Ode to Joy 2202】
Three girls are applying facial masks.
"Sister Fan, your phone number."
Qiu Yingying glanced at the vibrating phone next to her.
"Who is it?" Fan Shengmei replied lazily.
"I don't know, it's an unfamiliar number."
"That's probably a sales pitch,"
Fan Shengmei lay there motionless, "Help me hang up."
"But, Sister Fan, this number looks really expensive. It ends in 6668. They're really willing to spend a fortune on it right now."
The word "expensive" immediately triggered Fan Shengmei's radar. Just when Qiu Yingying reached out to hang up the phone, she jumped up and picked up the phone.
The moment she heard a familiar deep male voice from the receiver, she jumped up as if she had been electrocuted, and her face mask fell onto her nightgown with a "pop".
"Hello?"
There was a lot of noise in the background on the other end of the phone, and Meng Yanchen's breathing came through the radio waves, heavier than usual.
Fan Shengmei unconsciously clenched her phone, and her voice suddenly softened in disbelief.
"Mr. Meng?"
Meng Yanchen suddenly didn't know what to say.
His fingers gripping the wine glass tightened slightly, "...It's me, is it convenient now?"
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