Chapter 65, The 65th Beam of Light: "What do you want?"...
Perhaps due to emotional factors, Song Xingyun's cold is recovering very slowly this time. Ten days have passed and she still has a lingering cold, not fully recovered.
The trash can next to the table was full of tissues. Ying Qi always "teased" her, wondering how many bowls of wontons she must have made throughout the day. She just sniffled, replying while giving herself a mental pep talk, "I won't have a runny nose tomorrow!"
Song Xingyun looked at the calendar on the table, which she had crossed off another day, and murmured, "It's Friday again so soon."
Ying Qi turned around from the seat in front of her and said, "It's the happiest day for working people again. Take advantage of the weekend to rest well, and you'll be fully recovered by next Monday."
"But haven't you been working a little too hard this week?"
Song Xingyun rested her pen on the table, her hand propping up her chin on the pen cap. "Is there?"
Ying Qi nodded very seriously, "You're almost as good as the boss. Thanks to your two workaholic efforts, the development of our new assistive product for the blind has doubled in speed. It might be ready for delivery next month."
"Next month? So soon..." Song Xingyun's gaze fell back on the calendar, a wave of sadness washing over her. She thought to herself, her time is running out...
Ying Qi was already browsing food delivery apps. "You've been sick lately, and our kitchen is practically gathering dust. I miss your cooking!"
Song Xingyun chuckled, "It's as if you've ever tasted my cooking." Every time she cooked, Yu Mushang was very protective of the food, never giving Ying Qi a chance to touch it.
Ying Qi pouted, "I smelled it! So what should we eat tonight...?"
Song Xingyun had already started tidying up her table. "You and the boss can eat tonight. I have an appointment, so I won't be eating with you."
Ying Qi kicked off with her long legs, and the chair spun around. "You've made plans with someone? It's not with your best friend, is it?"
Song Xingyun clicked her tongue. "I think you're just missing her, aren't you?"
Ying Qi spat several times, "Don't spread rumors. It's rare that she's been quiet lately." Since she came to Villa No. 9 to threaten him last time, she hasn't come again. What a scumbag, he thought to himself.
Song Xingyun stopped what she was doing and teased him, "Why do I feel like there's a hint of resentment in your words?"
Ying Qi naturally denied it.
After packing up, Song Xingyun picked up her bag and got up. Before leaving, she glanced at Yu Mushang's office door, hesitated for a moment, and then pretended to be very anxious, saying to Ying Qi, "Please tell the boss that I'm going to be late."
"Also, remember to feed it longevity pills."
After saying that, she ran off, leaving Yingqi behind calling out, "Slow down! Wen Ying won't scold you for being late, why are you in such a hurry?" He just didn't expect that Song Xingyun was so anxious that she even entrusted him with the wish of living to a hundred years old.
But Song Xingyun had already run away, so naturally she wouldn't respond to him.
The faint sound of the door closing came from afar, and then Yu Mushang's voice rang out from the office doorway, "What are you two arguing about?"
Ying Qi looked at Yu Mushang, who had appeared out of nowhere, and explained, "We didn't argue, we just shouted a little loudly. Assistant Song made an appointment with Wen Ying for dinner, but she has already left and said she won't be having dinner with us tonight."
Yu Mushang: ......
"Why didn't she come and tell me herself?"
Ying Qi casually replied, "It's probably too late, she seems to be in a hurry." Then, seeing that Yu Mushang didn't look too happy, she said, "Boss, you can't be this clingy. There's nothing to worry about with Wen Ying, is there? Assistant Song isn't having dinner with another man."
Upon hearing the words "other man," Yu Mushang's cane seemed to be aimed at him again. Ying Qi pretended to dodge and continued bouncing around, saying, "Don't be so petty."
Yu Mushang snorted coldly, "What do single dogs know?"
Ying Qi was already used to this nickname. "Even if I haven't eaten pork, I've seen pigs run, haven't I? Distance makes the heart grow fonder, so we should keep a proper distance."
Yu Mushang thought for a moment, but surprisingly didn't refute it. Instead, he turned around and went back to his office, leaving behind the words, "Work two more hours."
Yingqi: ?
"Boss, don't take your anger out on me! If we keep working overtime, our product will be launched next week! Take a breather..."
Back in his office, Yu Mushang's face fell. He slumped into the soft sofa, looking exhausted. After a few seconds of silence, he muttered to himself, "She hasn't hugged me for a week..."
Meanwhile, Song Xingyun, who had left Villa No. 9, had already gotten into a taxi.
She opened her phone, looked at the restaurant address and the sender's name in the text message, and felt preoccupied.
This week, Song Xingyun voluntarily worked a lot of extra hours, and even had very little time to be alone with Yu Mushang. She truly deserves the title of "workaholic" that Ying Qi mentioned.
It was completely dark by then, and during rush hour, the city's roads were completely jammed. She figured that many people probably chose this time to call up some friends and go out for a celebratory meal to celebrate the upcoming weekend.
Unfortunately, her dinner tonight is probably not something to celebrate.
The driver in front was a middle-aged man. He would occasionally glance at Song Xingyun in the back seat through the rearview mirror before finally speaking up: "Young lady, are you having trouble at work?"
The car stopped just as the traffic jam started. The driver took a tissue and handed it to the back seat. Song Xingyun looked up in confusion and realized that her cheeks were wet with tears. She had been so lost in thought that she hadn't even noticed she was crying.
"Thank you, I'm fine." She smiled and took a tissue to thank her.
The driver was a sensible person. He simply said, "People are under a lot of pressure these days, and it's normal to have some emotions, but it will all pass. There's nothing that can't be solved. Cheer up, look forward, and you'll always see the light."
Song Xingyun accepted the kind words of comfort and repeated, "Thank you."
However, some things don't seem to be something she can simply let go of, unless she knows that what she's dealing with is a misunderstanding.
Wen Ying called at this time, and Song Xingyun wondered if she had installed some kind of emotional alarm on her, as she always managed to call when she was feeling the worst.
Song Xingyun composed herself before answering, "Hello, Wenwen."
Wen Ying frowned on the other end of the phone, "Why does your voice sound like that? Did you cry?"
Song Xingyun quickly denied it, "No, you know, I still have a cold, so my voice is nasal."
Wen Ying was skeptical. "You said you'd come to sleep with me in a few days, but a week has passed. I'm not afraid you'll infect me, so come out for dinner tonight."
Song Xingyun explained her request to sleep with her as a result of unforeseen circumstances: "I didn't know my cold would come on so suddenly and last so long." She paused for a few seconds, "I have a dinner appointment tonight, I'll come find you after I finish eating."
Wen Ying was still dissatisfied with the first half of her sentence, but she was immediately appeased when she heard the second half. "Okay, I'll wait for you."
When Wen Ying hung up the phone, she realized she had forgotten to ask Song Xingyun who she was having dinner with. "It couldn't be Bai Shuyan, could it?" She originally wanted to call Ying Qi to ask, but Ying Qi hadn't given her any "information" this week. She guessed that Song Xingyun was probably having dinner with Yu Mushang, and that their relationship was fine. With that thought in mind, she stayed home and waited.
Song Xingyun turned off her phone screen, and the traffic started moving again. This time, the traffic was smooth, and she quickly got off at her destination and walked to the restaurant's private room number in the message.
As soon as he opened the door, he met Bai Shuyan's eyes, who was dressed in a women's suit.
"You're here? Have a seat." Bai Shuyan smiled at her. She always had such a calm and collected demeanor, which made Song Xingyun seem a little impatient.
Song Xingyun pulled out a chair and sat down. "Miss Bai, what would you like to talk to me about?"
Bai Shuyan didn't rush to answer her, but instead called the waiter to serve the food, saying, "Nothing is more important than eating, let's eat first."
Song Xingyun didn't say much this time, after all, if she didn't eat soon, she might not be able to eat after chatting with Bai Shuyan.
The dishes were served quickly, and the only sounds in the private room were the occasional clinking of the two people's bowls and chopsticks.
By the time Song Xingyun finally put down her chopsticks, Bai Shuyan was already drinking tea. "Have you finished eating?"
Song Xingyun nodded.
Then Bai Shuyan said, "Assistant Song is so smart, she should know what I want to say."
This time she wasn't direct at all? This made Song Xingyun think she had misjudged the situation. Could it be that Bai Shuyan's invitation wasn't because she knew something? "I don't know."
Their eyes met, and the private room fell silent.
Song Xingyun remained composed and dignified. Bai Shuyan chuckled, took a document from her bag, placed it on the rotating tray, and with a flick of her wrist, the document was quickly moved to Song Xingyun's face. "You should be interested in this."
Another document.
Song Xingyun's throat tightened, and she tried hard to control her trembling hands. She seemed to have a vague idea of what was inside.
Just as she was about to open it, Bai Shuyan stood up and said, "Assistant Song, take your time reading. I'm going out for a smoke."
Song Xingyun looked up with some surprise as Bai Shuyan walked out of the private room. Was she giving me some space to be alone?
She couldn't tell whether Bai Shuyan was a friend or foe.
Thinking of this, she took a deep breath and laboriously opened the document.
As she expected, it was similar to the documents in the small wooden cabinet in the archives room of Villa No. 9, only this one was more detailed.
The first page is "Song Huazhang's Personal Resume".
She never imagined that, as Song Huazhang's daughter, she would only learn about his life clearly through documents given to her by others seven years after his death.
Song Xingyun touched the ID photo on it, and tears welled up uncontrollably again. Song Huazhang in this photo was only in his early thirties, a photo she had never seen before. It turned out that he had been working at the Yu Group for so many years. "Dad, you are really tight-lipped."
If Song Huazhang were here, he would definitely reply to her, "Big companies all require confidentiality agreements." However, if he had told Song Xingyun this in the past, she might not have been interested, and Song Xingyun knew this, so she couldn't blame him.
The documents that followed contained the news reports about the car accident from back then, as well as some unreported details. "According to internal sources, the driver retaliated because he was dissatisfied with company regulations..." She didn't believe it, but things had changed. He was the only person who knew the truth back then. Could she even bring herself to ask him...?
"His son was successfully rescued, but his vision is limited..." This sentence refers to Yu Mushang. Even after reading it again, Song Xingyun still felt heartbroken.
After going through the entire document, there was no escaping it. The facts were right in front of her; there was no misunderstanding. She could no longer deceive herself.
Bai Shuyan entered at this moment, expecting to see someone having an emotional breakdown, but she did not expect Song Xingyun to be so calm.
She asked her, "Miss Bai, what do you want to get by telling me all this?"
Bai Shuyan enjoyed talking to straightforward and intelligent people. A smile played on her lips, her eyes gleaming with confidence and sharpness. She parted her red lips slightly and said directly, "I want you to leave him."
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