Chapter 62, The 62nd Beam of Light: "Why you?"
"Assistant Song?" Ying Qi squatted down at the door of the small room and called out to her, instantly pulling Song Xingyun out of her sad mood.
She quickly put all the papers back into the small wooden cabinet, then hung the lock back up. After hesitating for a few seconds between locking and unlocking, she chose not to lock it, looked at the lock a couple more times, and then turned back to the door.
Song Xingyun took a deep breath and tried her best to hide her previous emotions, so that Ying Qi didn't notice anything unusual.
But as she tidied up, she kept glancing at that spot, unable to forget what she was seeing. "Am I seeing things...?"
"What did you misread?" Ying Qi happened to hear her muttering to herself as he passed by and casually replied.
"It's nothing," Song Xingyun said, lowering her head.
The two of them spent several hours tidying up, and it got dark outside. Looking at the small stack of things left in the small room, Ying Qi rubbed his lower back and said, "Looks like we won't be able to finish tidying up today."
Song Xingyun looked up at him and held out her hand. "Leave the key to me, and leave the rest to me. I'm free this weekend."
Ying Qi's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he wished he could put the key in her pocket himself. "Assistant Song, you're so kind. I'm so touched I could cry." He said, making an exaggerated gesture of wiping away tears.
Song Xingyun's lips twitched as she looked at him. "That's enough. You're not going to smear your saliva under your eyes, are you?" She took the keys and quickly stuffed them into her pocket.
"Let's go eat, it's on me tonight!" Ying Qi patted his chest and said generously.
Before leaving, he carefully taught Song Xingyun how to lock the old, dilapidated door, which still made a creaking sound when it was closed again.
After closing the door, the two headed towards the work hall. Ying Qi walked ahead, while Song Xingyun kept turning back to glance at the archives room as they walked.
The lights in the other areas of the villa turned on automatically, making the whole place bright. Ying Qi suddenly said with satisfaction, "It's a good thing I didn't ask the boss to turn off these automatic lights before."
He glanced at Song Xingyun and continued, "Actually, the boss initially had some sense of light, which is why he designed this automated program. But later, his vision got worse and worse. For a while, he was very depressed and always said things like, 'I can't see anything anyway, so there's no point in having this light.'"
Ying Qi sighed at this point, but quickly regained his composure. "However, it's all in the past now, and the boss has cheered up."
Song Xingyun listened silently, the contents of the file she had seen earlier flashing through her mind, and her throat tightened for a moment, "Thank goodness he pulled through..."
Ying Qi smiled and nodded, "The boss is the most amazing person in the world."
No sooner had he finished speaking than Yu Mushang's voice suddenly rang out not far in front of them, "Even the most capable person will starve to death if they don't eat."
It was indeed a bit past dinner time, and Ying Qi naturally understood what he meant: the boss was hungry!
Unlike Ying Qi's quick movement, when Song Xingyun heard Yu Mushang's voice, her first reaction was to stop in her tracks, look at him, and hesitate to go forward.
She seemed a little unsure how to face him.
"Ordering takeout now is a bit too late. How about we go out for a nice meal?" Ying Qi suggested, glancing at the time.
Yu Mushang didn't answer his question, but instead frowned and asked, "Where is she?"
It's obvious who this "she" is.
Song Xingyun heard it too. She suppressed the surging emotions in her heart and started walking towards him again. "I'm here."
Upon hearing her voice, Yu Mushang's eyebrows and eyes visibly relaxed. Ying Qi watched helplessly as her boss performed this dramatic change of expression, managed to burp, and muttered, "This dog food seems to have filled me up."
Yu Mushang listened carefully to Song Xingyun's footsteps, and as she approached him, he reached out his hand to her, just like always.
Normally, Song Xingyun would rush over and grab and hug them, but today she hesitated. When Yu Mushang showed a hint of doubt, Ying Qi grabbed their hands and held them still, saying, "I have to help you."
Song Xingyun: ......
Yu Mushang squeezed Song Xingyun's palm. "Why are your hands so cold?"
Song Xingyun's gaze remained fixed on their clasped hands. "Really? I don't feel cold..."
Perhaps it was the lingering emotion in her voice that caught Yu Mushang's attention; it sounded somewhat weak. "What's wrong? Are you unhappy?"
Song Xingyun hadn't expected him to be so perceptive, and her heart tightened.
Ying Qi, standing to the side, was completely bewildered. He looked Song Xingyun up and down and asked, "I can't tell that Assistant Song is unhappy, boss?"
Song Xingyun felt a headache coming on. "I'm fine, just a little tired."
"Oh!" Ying Qi nodded. "Organizing the archives is really tiring! Boss, you see, I wasn't lying to you before! Assistant Song can testify for me now."
In the past, Ying Qi would "waile" in front of Yu Mushang every time he tidied up, and Yu Mushang always said that he was exaggerating and making a fuss over nothing.
But Song Xingyun is the one who feels tired now, so Yu Mushang naturally wouldn't say that. He just said, "From now on, let Ying Qi take care of things. He's used to it. You can rest."
Yingqi: ?
"Assistant Song, you won't abandon me, will you?"
He had barely finished speaking when Yu Mushang's smart cane slammed into his leg. Ying Qi jumped up, "I was talking about organizing the files, I absolutely did not mean to take Assistant Song away from you!"
Seeing that the situation was getting out of control, Song Xingyun quickly stepped in to stop it, shouting, "Stop!"
I'm hungry.
Those three words were powerful enough to bring the conversation back on track, and Yu Mushang then remembered to answer Ying Qi's earlier question, "Then let's go out to eat."
"Okay!" Ying Qi immediately made the arrangements, already going over the menu in her mind.
But Yu Mushang's next words almost made him throw his phone away. He heard Yu Mushang ask Song Xingyun, "Should we call Wen Ying along?"
Yu Mushang thought about how she was always full of energy when she was with Wen Ying. Although he was a little jealous, he wouldn't mind using Wen Ying if necessary.
"Why should we invite outsiders to our meal when there are only three of us insiders here..." Ying Qi said reluctantly.
When Song Xingyun heard Yu Mushang ask this question, she thought of Wen Ying and her mood did improve. Then she looked at Ying Qi and remembered her best friend's "husband-chasing plan". She and Yu Mushang hit it off immediately, "I'll ask her."
Ying Qi tried to struggle, but Yu Mushang covered her mouth, saying, "You have no right to refuse."
Yingqi: ......
A few minutes later, the sound of a car starting up could be heard in front of Villa No. 9.
"Hold on tight," Ying Qi reminded the two people in the back seat, now acting as the driver again. He was navigating to the restaurant. "Start navigation."
Song Xingyun interrupted him, "I sent you an address, let's go pick up Wenwen first."
"Doesn't she have her own car?" Ying Qi's heart suddenly started racing.
Yu Mushang made the decision, "Drive wherever I tell you to drive."
Ying Qi pouted, "Yes, boss."
Seeing his expression, Song Xingyun couldn't help but laugh. This time, it was Yu Mushang's turn to pout. "Is Ying Qi's appearance really that funny?"
"Huh?" Song Xingyun didn't react for a moment, then looked at Yu Mushang and saw that he seemed jealous. "No."
Her silence made Yu Mushang somewhat frustrated, but he assumed she was just very tired today. "You seem very tired, take a nap first."
Seeing that he clearly wanted to ask but still considered her feelings first, Song Xingyun's emotions suddenly became a little uncontrollable. "Mmm." Afraid that if she said a few more words, he would notice her sobbing, she responded with a sound of agreement and then turned her head to the car window, closed her eyes, and forcefully held back the tears.
But as soon as she closed her eyes, the contents of the file became clearer and clearer: "Traffic Accident Determination Report," "Driver Song Huazhang," "Medical Records," "Three Dead, One Injured," "Resuscitation Failed"...
Every single word was enough to break her down.
Song Xingyun, stay clear-headed and strong until things are clear! She encouraged herself in her heart.
The car remained silent until Ying Qi slowed down and whispered, "It's so cold today, and she's still wearing a short skirt? Doesn't she worry about getting rheumatism?"
Song Xingyun opened her eyes upon hearing his words, and then the car stopped, followed by the sound of the passenger door being opened.
"Hi! Xingxing! Boss Yu, thank you for remembering me while you were having dinner." Wen Ying is always so energetic.
"How could I forget you while enjoying such a delicious meal! Thank you for your hospitality, Miss Wen!" Upon seeing Wen Ying, Song Xingyun indeed seemed to have found a support and her spirits lifted considerably.
Hearing her say such a long sentence, Yu Mushang's worries lessened a bit.
Wen Ying winked at Song Xingyun before looking at Ying Qi in the driver's seat, "Secretary Ying, you haven't had any other women in the passenger seat, have you?"
She went straight to the point right away. Ying Qi was initially wondering why this woman didn't even bother to greet him, but now he wished he were deaf.
"Guess," he said casually, then started the car again and headed towards the restaurant.
Wen Ying fastened her seatbelt and smiled brightly at him, "I won't guess. I'll find out someday! Do you believe me?"
Ying Qi refused her this time, because he knew that if he responded to Wen Ying, it would never end.
The four of them ate a fairly harmonious meal. Wen Ying probably sensed that Song Xingyun hadn't hidden her emotions well, so she wasn't in the mood to tease Ying Qi anymore.
On the contrary, Ying Qi felt that she was acting strangely, and he felt somewhat down.
After the meal, Wen Ying walked ahead, arm in arm with Song Xingyun, before quietly asking her, "What's wrong?"
Song Xingyun was surprised that she had noticed, and forced a smile, saying, "It's nothing serious, I'll tell you after I've sorted things out."
Wen Ying couldn't stand seeing her like this, enduring everything. "Why don't you stay here tonight? Sleep with me?"
Unexpectedly, Song Xingyun refused, saying, "Another day, I have things to do today."
Wen Ying didn't press the matter further or ask any more questions.
After returning to Villa No. 9, Yu Mushang and Ying Qi went back to their office, presumably to give instructions. Song Xingyun went straight to the archives room, wanting to double-check the file.
Even though she thought she had prepared herself mentally, she still felt a little unsteady when she looked at it again.
She squatted on the ground, tears streaming down her face. "Dad, why you..." she cried, completely overwhelmed with grief.
The lights in the office lobby had gone out sometime ago.
A man leaning on a smart white cane is walking step by step towards the end of the corridor...
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