Chapter 66, The 66th Beam of Light: "Only this way will you feel sorry for me."...
When Song Xingyun walked out of the restaurant, a light rain had started to fall outside.
She looked up and could see the raindrops clearly under the lamplight. She reached out and caught some; they were very cool.
A car drove out of the restaurant's parking lot and stopped in front of her. The window rolled down, revealing Bai Shuyan's face. "Shall I give you a ride?"
Their tone was so familiar, as if they were very good friends, little did anyone know that the two had just finished "negotiating" a few minutes earlier. "No need, my car will be here soon."
Bai Shuyan didn't insist when she heard her refusal, and coolly said "okay." Just then, the car behind honked to urge her on, so Bai Shuyan started the car again and drove away.
Song Xingyun was actually lying. She didn't call a car because she didn't know where to go for a moment. She hesitated again after initially planning to go find Wen Ying, so she stood there in a daze, thinking that the rain wasn't heavy and would probably stop soon.
Who would have thought the rain would get even heavier...
Inside Villa No. 9
Yu Mushang stood in front of the French windows, listening to the wind, rain, thunder, and lightning outside, but he still hadn't received any news from Song Xingyun. He was afraid of disturbing her, but in the end, he couldn't hold back any longer and dialed her number using voice command.
Song Xingyun was listening to the sound of rain in a daze when her phone vibrated in her pocket. When she saw Yu Mushang's number displayed on the screen, she was momentarily stunned.
She took a deep breath, as if inhaling the moisture in the air, which made her more alert. She answered the call just before it automatically disconnected, "Hello..."
Yu Mushang had initially thought he wouldn't be able to get through on the phone. Ignoring the raging wind and rain outside, he had already grabbed his umbrella and smart cane and headed outside. But when he heard Song Xingyun's voice, he was unexpectedly filled with a feeling of relief and joy. "It's raining outside. Did you bring an umbrella?"
He didn't ask her why it took her so long to answer; instead, he asked her if she had any rain gear.
Song Xingyun responded in a cheerful tone, "I didn't bring it, but Wenwen drove."
Hearing the howling wind on his end, she asked suspiciously, "You didn't come out looking for me, did you?"
Yu Mushang: "I just got to the main gate."
Song Xingyun stopped him, "It's too dangerous. Go back now. I'm safe." Afraid that he would insist on going his own way, she softened her voice and said in the way she usually coaxed him, "Be good. I'll worry if you do this. Turn around and go back inside before you can say anything else."
It has to be said that Yu Mushang was very pleased with these words. "Okay, I'll listen to you."
Song Xingyun heard the noise on the other end gradually subside, and then the "click" of the door closing shut out the wind and rain. Only then did she speak again, "Good girl."
Yu Mushang walked to the wicker chair in the sunroom and sat down. After putting down his white cane, his hand touched the body of someone who seemed to be either long-lived or a hundred years old. He asked her, "So, have you come back?"
Song Xingyun was stumped by his question. A month ago, she would have been overjoyed and eager to fly to the door of Villa No. 9, but today she asked cautiously, "Um... can I sleep with Wenwen tonight?"
“I agreed to her last week...we haven’t seen each other for a while.”
After she finished speaking, there was silence on the other end of the phone. Just as Song Xingyun's heart began to pound with anxiety, she heard Yu Mushang ask her, "Okay."
"You are free. As long as you are happy, you don't need to care too much about other people's feelings, including mine."
His words only deepened Song Xingyun's sadness. Yes, although he was domineering and clingy, he had never restricted her.
The phrase Yu Mushang said to him most often was, "Your happiness is the most important thing."
Song Xingyun really wanted to ask him why he was being so good to her, but in the end she didn't ask. "Um, I'll send Ying Qi a message." Hearing his faint, disappointed "um," she felt a little guilty. Before hanging up, she couldn't help but say, "Get some rest. I'll go back tomorrow."
Yu Mushang's voice was tinged with laughter, "Okay, I'll wait for you."
*
"I thought you were going to stand me up again." Wen Ying had been waiting in Song Xingyun's rented apartment for a long time, the clock was already approaching eleven or twelve. When she saw Song Xingyun push the door open, her first reaction was to give her a bear hug.
"You're choking me to death," Song Xingyun said, patting her arm with amusement.
Wen Ying then let go of her, grabbed Song Xingyun and looked her over from left to right, finally fixing her gaze on her face, "How come you've lost so much weight and look so haggard?"
Song Xingyun touched her cheek. "Really? Being sick makes you lose weight, so it's not a bad thing. It saves me from having to lose weight."
Wen Ying stared at her intently for several seconds before asking worriedly, "Xingxing, is something wrong?"
Song Xingyun's smile froze at her question. After her eyes darted away, they turned red again when she looked at Wen Ying. Her voice was choked with sobs, "Wenwen, I feel so bad."
Wen Ying didn't ask any questions. She immediately hugged her and awkwardly patted Song Xingyun's back to help her catch her breath. "Cry, it'll make you feel better."
An hour later, Song Xingyun finished speaking, sobbing. She rested her head on her knees, which she was hugging. By this time, her emotions had stabilized a lot. "Wenwen, why aren't you surprised at all?"
In any other day, Wen Ying would have been terrified, but today she was unusually calm.
However, Wen Ying was someone who couldn't keep secrets, so she told Song Xingyun everything about meeting Bai Shuyan at the coffee shop that day and overhearing their conversation. "Later, I was very worried and even went to Villa No. 9 to secretly take a look at you."
Song Xingyun: ?
"You've been here before?"
Wen Ying nodded, "Secretary Ying opened the door for me."
She handed Song Xingyun a glass of warm water, and after seeing her obediently take a sip, she slowly asked her, "So, what are you planning to do next?"
Song Xingyun didn't answer her question immediately, but instead told her about the meal she had with Bai Shuyan that evening. After she finished speaking, Wen Ying knew her answer.
Wen Ying slammed her hand on the table and stood up. "This Bai Shuyan actually used this matter to threaten you. How despicable! She's a real femme fatale!" She knew that Bai Shuyan had played a part in this.
Song Xingyun pulled her to sit down again. "But what she said is also true." From another perspective, Bai Shuyan introduced her to Song Huazhang again, and objectively speaking, she was grateful to her for that.
"Then...do you believe your uncle would do such a thing?" Wen Ying hesitated for a long time before asking this question.
Song Xingyun shook her head without hesitation and said, "I don't believe it. My father isn't that kind of person." The Song Huazhang she knew was a hard worker who treated others kindly. He always sincerely praised his employers for being good to him, which was why she trusted his work and never questioned it.
“But… no matter what, my father bears a great deal of responsibility for their deaths.” After all, he was the driver of that car, and Song Xingyun felt more and more heartbroken as she thought about it.
"Then you and Boss Yu, do you want to reconsider..." Wen Ying felt that fate was playing tricks on her.
Song Xingyun leaned back on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling. "I've made up my mind. I'll finish my work and then leave. I haven't been back to see my father in a long time."
I miss him.
“Wenwen, I’m very content. These past few days have been the happiest I’ve had since my father passed away. No matter what his purpose was, I truly felt happy and joyful.” As Song Xingyun said this, tears slid down her cheeks, staining the stray hairs at her temples. “Unfortunately, I’m a coward.”
Wen Ying hugged her, "You are not, you are the bravest person in my eyes and in my heart!"
That night, Wen Ying stayed with Song Xingyun until she fell asleep before lying down herself. The curtains were not drawn, and the night sky after the heavy rain was filled with stars. For the first time, Wen Ying made a wish upon the stars, "May the stars around me regain their happiness."
*
The next day, Song Xingyun returned to Villa No. 9. As soon as she opened the living room door, she saw the man sleeping on the sofa. The blanket on him had somehow slipped onto the carpet.
Song Xingyun frowned and quickly stepped forward, "Why are you sleeping here..."
As she picked up the blanket and covered Yu Mushang again, the man opened his eyes. "You're back?"
Her hand was grabbed by Yu Mushang, but she didn't break free and sat directly on the carpet. "Well, how could Ying Qi let you sleep here?"
“I didn’t let him come over last night. I decided to sleep here and wait for you.” Yu Mushang turned to face her as he heard her voice.
"Nonsense!" Song Xingyun felt a pang of sadness upon hearing his words.
Yu Mushang squeezed her palm. "That way you'll feel sorry for me and make it up to me."
Song Xingyun: ......
"How can this be..." Her fingers lightly traced his eyebrows and eyes, and Yu Mushang obediently closed his eyes again, letting her do as she pleased.
"What I said earlier was a declarative sentence." Not a rhetorical question. Yu Mushang's lips curled up, the meaning was clear.
If he could see right now, he would surely see how tender the person in front of him was looking at him...
Song Xingyun's trembling lips finally landed on his forehead. "Yes, to make it up to you." Her throat tightened. "You're not allowed to sleep here anymore. How can you not take care of yourself when I'm not around?"
Yu Mushang leaned his head against her, nuzzling her with a relaxed expression, "What are you afraid of? It's good that you're always by my side."
Those words struck Song Xingyun's heart like a heavy blow. She swallowed her bitterness. "That won't do. Maybe one day I'll go on a long trip..." Afraid he'd become suspicious, she paused and added, "I go on field trips every year. While I'm gone, you'll have to take good care of yourself." Just like before...
Her tone was a little urgent, and this time Yu Mushang obeyed, "Okay, okay, I promise you."
Song Xingyun hugged him tightly. "Mmm, so good! Here's another hug as a reward." She hugged him very tightly, and her tears smeared onto his clothes. Because of the thick winter clothes, Yu Mushang didn't notice.
He felt satisfied with the hug, but jealousy welled up inside him. "You're in such a good mood after spending one night with Wen Ying?"
Song Xingyun shook her head in his arms, her voice muffled, "Nonsense, I'm concentrating on charging right now, don't make a sound."
She said her embrace could recharge a battery, and Yu Mushang was appeased by this, hugging her even tighter and obediently becoming a "charging station".
A few minutes later, Yu Mushang remembered the email he received from Samir yesterday, placed a kiss on Song Xingyun's head, and gently said, "Xingxing."
"I have good news for you."
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