Chapter 63, The 63rd Beam of Light: "Why did it have to be the Yu family of all…?"
Yu Mushang's footsteps were particularly noticeable in the deserted corridor. He finally stopped at the second-to-last door at the end of the corridor.
It's the archives.
He held the key in one hand and fumbled for the keyhole with the other. Before he could even insert the key into the hole, the door opened in his direction due to his own force.
The door wasn't locked.
Yu Mushang paused for a moment, then pushed the door open without hesitation, but the Bluetooth sound of the smart cane rang out, "No one detected."
He walked slowly to the innermost part of the archives room, and finally stopped in front of the small wooden cabinet. Remembering Song Xingyun's unusual behavior after helping Ying Qi organize the files today, his raised hand trembled slightly, as if he had made up his mind to verify something, and he reached for the lock.
His brow twitched when he touched the cold, metallic texture.
The lock was securely fastened.
Was he wrong?
Yu Mushang unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't linger any longer, but turned around and left the archives. As he locked the door, he thought to himself that Ying Qi must have forgotten to lock it when she left in the afternoon.
Meanwhile, in the bathroom of another room in Villa No. 9, the sound of running water continued.
Song Xingyun locked herself in the shower room. She sat on the floor with her knees drawn up to her chest, letting the water from the showerhead pour down on her head.
But no matter how the water flowed, the contents of that file were deeply imprinted in her mind and could not be washed away. She never imagined that the car Song Huazhang was driving when he had the accident was carrying the Yu family of three.
It turns out that Yu's parents also lost their lives along with Song Huazhang, and Yu Mushang also lost his sight.
Song Xingyun was busy with her studies and painting from a young age. Song Huazhang never let her worry about anything else, including his work, which was mostly kept secret from her. She only knew that Song Huazhang was a driver who worked in a large corporation and had excellent employee benefits.
But what she didn't expect was that the large conglomerate was the Yu family...
"Why did it have to be the Yu family of all people..."
Back then, everyone told her that Song Huazhang's death was due to his driving error, but since he was a kind person, no one pursued the matter. She was immersed in grief at the time and was still confused about many things, so she didn't have the energy to investigate further. But is that really the truth?
"But why has he continued to support me for so many years? And even now..." Song Xingyun murmured to herself. Bai Shuyan's words from that day flooded her mind and echoed in her ears, "Aren't you afraid that he has ulterior motives for approaching you?"
"Little white rabbit..."
Song Xingyun closed her eyes in despair, her mind racing, rapidly considering every possible possibility. When she finally opened her eyes again, the light in them had dimmed. "If he has ulterior motives, could it be revenge against me?"
"You spent so many years, so much money, and even so much emotion, just to get revenge on me?" She laughed self-deprecatingly. "Well, I accept it. After all, I really did owe you."
She remembered that when she left the archives, she made sure to lock the small wooden cabinet, as if she had locked away her hopes as well.
A thousand thoughts seemed to be tied into a knot, leaving her in a daze. She didn't even know how she finally fell asleep, but when she woke up the next day, her head was incredibly heavy.
This was the first proper sick leave she had taken since joining the Yu Group as Yu Mushang's assistant.
When Yu Mushang came to see her, she was fast asleep.
"Why are you sick? How can you not take care of yourself? You idiot." His voice seemed to come from a great distance into Song Xingyun's ears, and she thought she was dreaming.
She struggled to open her eyes, but could only vaguely see the man sitting at the head of her bed. Her throat hurt so much that she couldn't speak, and she fell asleep again in less than ten seconds.
Song Xingyun was delirious with fever, but she had a sweet dream.
In his dream, she flirted with him again, blatantly.
"Song Xingyun, you're not allowed to act cute in the office." Yu Mushang stopped her hand that was trying to act spoiled, pulled her into his arms, and prevented her from moving.
She looked down and chuckled as she poked the back of his hand that was wrapped around her slender waist. "Then let go of me!"
After she finished speaking in her dream, she was suddenly startled and burst into tears. Her tears were noticed when he kissed her, and Yu Mushang panicked, "Why are you crying? Did I hurt you?"
Song Xingyun looked at him with teary eyes and shook her head, "No, I just wish we could stay this happy forever, and that this wasn't just a dream."
As soon as she finished speaking, the man in front of her gradually disappeared, and soon her arms were empty. She had lost him; she hadn't been able to keep him.
When Song Xingyun sat up in bed with a start, her heart was still pounding. A huge wave of grief washed over her, and the tears were so hot that she couldn't tell if it was the tears themselves that were hot or because of her fever.
When Yu Mushang pushed open the door, he heard her sobbing. He quickened his pace in his haste. For the first time, he felt that the distance from her bedroom door to her bed was so far. He almost tripped over his own foot when he got there.
Song Xingyun was so startled by the man who suddenly appeared beside her bed and fell down with a thud that she forgot to cry. "You..."
When she managed to utter a single word, she immediately clutched her throat. Was this hoarse voice really hers?
This unexpected incident, however, inadvertently eased her emotions.
Then he saw Yu Mushang raise his hand to find her face and gently wipe away the tear stains on her cheeks with his own fingers, not daring to use too much force, for fear that she would cry again.
"Are you feeling very unwell?" Yu Mushang asked her.
Hearing his gentle tone, Song Xingyun couldn't help but smile, and she started to sob, "Mmm."
Yu Mushang hadn't expected that his question would make her cry again. He cursed himself for being too talkative; he should have just stayed quietly by her side.
He was somewhat at a loss.
After all, this was the first time Song Xingyun had cried since they met again, and he was really scared. "Hug me, take your medicine later, you'll feel better soon."
As he spoke, he awkwardly and tentatively took her arm and carefully pulled her into his embrace.
Song Xingyun snuggled up to him, breathing deeply and inhaling the pleasant scent of his embrace. It was like a placebo, gradually calming her emotions.
Yu Mushang felt Song Xingyun snuggling against him, her breathing a little heavy and rapid, as she burrowed deeper into his arms. He stroked the top of her head and said, "You look like you've lived to be a hundred years old."
Song Xingyun suddenly felt more at peace, deciding to cherish the present. No matter how long she could hold him again, no matter if they would become enemies in the future, she wanted to create as many good memories as possible...
Hearing his words, she snorted coldly, "You're calling me a dog?"
When she spoke these words in her raspy voice, she didn't have her usual soft and cute tone; instead, she exuded a more imposing air.
"I was wrong, I meant cute, very cute." Yu Mushang gently patted her back, coaxing her.
Only after sensing that Song Xingyun had gradually quieted down did he speak again, "Get up and have some porridge?"
Song Xingyun sniffed, as if she was indeed a little hungry. "I want to eat congee with preserved egg and lean pork."
"Yes," he replied.
Song Xingyun added, "I also want to eat corn and vegetable porridge."
"Yes," he replied again.
Song Xingyun got up from his arms. "Then I'd like to eat sweet red bean porridge again." There probably isn't any left.
The moment she had this thought, Yu Mushang replied, "Yes."
Song Xingyun's eyes widened. "Are you Doraemon? How come you have all kinds of porridge?"
Yu Mushang nodded obediently, "Yes, I anticipated your move, so I prepared everything."
In fact, predicting Song Xingyun's fate was not difficult for Yu Mushang. He believed he knew her well enough. Song Xingyun usually liked to drink only three kinds of porridge, so he prepared each kind.
Hearing his explanation, Song Xingyun pursed her lips and said, "Aren't you afraid I'll tell you a fourth one?"
Yu Mushang chuckled and said directly, "Because I think you probably can't think of a fourth one right now."
Does that mean she might not be able to process things? Song Xingyun snorted again.
Yu Mushang hurriedly asked her, "Should I bring it in? To feed you?"
Song Xingyun responded with two "Mmm." and even picked the corn and vegetable porridge. She was so hungry that she was dizzy and her legs were probably weak. She thought it was better not to get out of bed and to obediently play the role of a patient, waiting to be served.
Watching Yu Mushang's departing figure, she sighed, "I wonder how much longer I can keep you enslaved." As she said this, she felt somewhat immoral and conflicted.
Before waking up, she was afraid to face him, but after waking up, she couldn't bear not to face him.
She didn't know his true motives for being kind to her, but she still craved his kindness, even if it was fake and an act.
What separates them is a life, or perhaps a deep-seated hatred. Although she doesn't know why he didn't pursue the matter seven years ago, she wants to ask, but now is not the time. But no matter what the truth is, she seems unable to stand by his side with peace of mind anymore.
Thinking of this, Song Xingyun felt a dull ache in her heart.
They had just launched a new project to help the blind, and even if she had to leave, she wanted to accompany him to complete these important tasks, to see them through to the end.
Two little figures were fighting in her head. Just as she started tapping her aching head, Yu Mushang, holding a bowl of porridge in one hand, accurately returned to her bedside and sat down with the help of his smart cane. "The porridge is here, the temperature is just right."
"Open your mouth, ah."
Yu Mushang was focused on feeding her, suffering unseen losses. He didn't know that Song Xingyun ate that bowl of porridge mixed with tears.
*
Inside an upscale coffee shop, Wen Yinggang, having just rejected a blind date, was angrily on the phone with her father, saying, "I knew you weren't being kind enough to invite me to a fancy afternoon tea. You were just trying to trick me into this blind date."
"I've already told you I have someone I like."
"You wait, I'll definitely bring him back to see you within two months!"
Wen Ying spoke several sentences in quick succession, not giving the other party a chance to scold her for being an unfilial daughter, and quickly hung up the phone.
Just as she was about to get up, she was drawn to the conversation in the booth behind her, because she heard the names Yu Mushang and Song Xingyun.
She picked up her coffee cup again, and casually glanced around before looking back, where she saw the woman she had met at the entrance of Villa No. 9 that day.
"Bai Shuyan?"
The next second, she heard the man opposite Bai Shuyan speak, "Do you believe that the head of the Yu Group would fall in love with the daughter of his enemy?"
“He definitely knows that the driver who took his parents to their deaths was Song Xingyun’s father. Revenge, he absolutely wants revenge. Stay calm, the position of Mrs. Yu is yours for the taking.”
Upon hearing this, Wen Ying's hand trembled, and the black coffee spilled onto her white dress...
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