Many business tycoons and celebrities attended the engagement party. Song Qingmo didn't stay in the hall, but went to the deck, leaning against the railing to enjoy the breeze. He looked down at the blue water and white snow below with an expressionless face. He wondered what would happen if he fell in? Would he die an ugly death, or would his body be completely gone?
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"Get away, don't follow me anymore!" Song Qingmo was now completely wet. He found a dry branch on the ground and used it as a crutch. He looked extremely embarrassed.
The man who was laughed at had no self-awareness and followed Song Qingmo again. His situation was even worse than Song Qingmo's. The serum on his head had not dried yet, and small strands of it flowed along the water marks into his originally luxurious suit.
"Don't leave me, brother... I'm scared, my big boobs hurts so much, please don't chase me away..." There was a lot of pleading in these words, and coupled with that harmless, pitiful, and confused face, it looked... really stupid.
"Mu Hengshi, why are you pretending to be pitiful? What's wrong? Are you crazy? You're pretending to have amnesia to trick me. Do you think it's fun?" Song Qingmo didn't believe Mu Hengshi at all. Even if he bumped his head and bled, so what? Stranded on a deserted island, he didn't give him any trouble, which was a great kindness of his. And he still wanted to make fun of him, how boring!
The incident happened on the night of their engagement. After the engagement, Wen Zhiling asked him to go to a blind spot where the surveillance cameras were blind. Regardless of anything else, Song Qingmo went. The engagement was already done, and Wen Zhiling had gotten what he wanted. There was no reason for him to make any more unnecessary moves. He also wanted to make peace with him.
The spark on the cigarette butt flickered in the darkness, the white smoke blown away by the wind. Wen Zhiling's face was hidden in the shadows, his expression unclear. Judging from the length of the cigarette, it seemed that he had been waiting for a long time.
After observing for a moment, Song Qingmo walked forward, his brows furrowed. Why did everyone like to smoke? He fanned the air in front of him with his hand and stopped a step in front of Wen Zhiling.
Seeing Song Qingmo's face, which looked like it was about to vomit, Wen Zhiling mercifully threw the cigarette butt to the ground and stamped it out. He also imitated Song Qingmo's movements and fanned himself. In the interweaving of light and shadow, a bit of cunning appeared on the face that shared Song Qingmo's characteristics.
Wen Zhiling was in a very good mood today. His long-cherished wish was finally going to come true. Now if he could get rid of Song Qingmo, everything would be perfect.
"Wen Zhiling, let me make a deal with you." Song Qingmo was a smart man; how could he not notice Wen Zhiling's abnormality? A bystander sees more clearly than one involved. Just because Mu Hengshi couldn't see it didn't mean he couldn't. Even if you haven't eaten pork, you've seen pigs run. There was a coldness deep in Wen Zhiling's eyes, no trace of love. Mu Hengshi's only obsession with money and power was probably his.
Thinking of this, he laughed out loud. The one Mu Hengshi loved didn't love him, and he was kept in the dark. He was a lovesick man. He laughed and laughed, and perhaps it was because of excessive joy that sorrow came. He recalled that he had been plotted against like this by a lovesick man. Should he say it or not... he felt that he had lived in vain.
"Have you laughed enough? What's the deal you're talking about? Considering our past friendship, I'll help you as long as I'm satisfied."
Song Qingmo felt relieved, and he looked up and met Wen Zhiling's eyes. "You want to kill me, right?"
Wen Zhiling's heart skipped a beat. He wanted to, but he was too busy today and hadn't planned to meet Song Qingmo here. First, he wanted to show off, and second, he wanted Song Qingmo to be his. But Song Qingmo spoke first.
"Don't try to throw dirty water on me..."
"Don't be surprised. I won't do anything. Mu Hengshi likes you, so he should agree to anything you ask. I'll die on my own. I hope you can ask him to release my parents. Your goal is to become Mu Hengshi's wife and make me disappear. I'll help you do that, and my parents won't stand in your way. We left a letter, and I'm giving it to you now. Please give it to them."
After saying this, Song Qingmo handed a letter to Wen Zhiling. Wen Zhiling was silent for a moment, then took the letter. The signature on the letter was crooked and the handwriting was ugly, like someone who had just learned to write, but every stroke was carefully crafted. The handwriting hurt Wen Zhiling's eyes.
"Okay, I promise you, but to avoid further nightmares, why don't you jump from here now?" Wen Zhiling didn't realize his knuckles were turning white from gripping the envelope. Song Qingmo naturally agreed without objection.
He admitted that he had always had extreme thoughts, often wanting to die. But he had no choice. Living like a slave was better than dying early. Once he died, the cause and effect of his actions would be resolved.
All he could see was darkness, and the sound of waves crashing against the planks of the boat echoed in his ears. He had never imagined that the sea would be his final destination. He no longer wanted to lament the impermanence of life.
Walking towards the edge of the ship step by step, Wen Zhiling whispered to him: "Don't hate me, goodbye forever." The subtle words were shattered by the wind, and it was not known whether Song Qingmo heard it or not. He only saw that the thin figure was not afraid, and walked towards the edge resolutely without stopping for a moment.
Everything was over... His life was drawing to a close, and the more he thought about it, the lighter he felt. Dragging his broken body, he hummed a tune in a good mood.
He saw himself climbing over the fence, his left hand holding onto the pole, the wind whipping his clothes and hair. He leaped... but wasn't blown by the wind. Instead, he landed in someone's arms.
"Song Qingmo! Don't..." Mu Hengshi had been uneasy since he stepped onto the deck. He had been secretly observing Song Qingmo throughout the engagement process. He was surprised by Song Qingmo's abnormal behavior. He was usually so silent, but the numbness on his face gradually faded. When he and Wen Zhiling exchanged diamond rings, Song Qingmo even smiled.
He… didn't want Song Qingmo to be happy about this. The uneasiness in his heart grew stronger and stronger. Just now, his heart had suddenly stopped, as if his blood had frozen. An inexplicable panic enveloped him, as if he were about to lose the most important person in the world. His body involuntarily searched for Song Qingmo. As he hugged him, Mu Xingshi felt thankful that he had caught him. Then, together, they fell into an endless black abyss, and the cold water enveloped them.
The waves hit Song Qingmo's feet. After he woke up and met Mu Heng again, everything became like this.
Mu Hengshi and he both survived, and he felt a little regretful. Just think of it as a dark heart. He sincerely prayed that one of them would die. Even though Mu Hengshi protected him without hesitation when he jumped into the sea.
Looking around, this is an isolated island with nothing on it. Song Qingmo did not go to the center to check it out, fearing that he would encounter danger. He would rather die than do this, at least he would die decently.
He was exhausted and found a rock to sit on. Mu Hengshi, who had just been scolded by him, was not far away, secretly watching him. He threw around shells he had picked up. After half a day's experience, he was convinced that Mu Heng had lost his memory.
Who can blame people nowadays for being so foolish, without even a trace of their former selves? But what does this have to do with him?
Song Qingmo had rested enough and stood up again. They had been drifting on the sea for a long time. Now it was the bright sun and it seemed that it took them half a day to be washed onto the island. It was amazing that he and Mu Hengshi could drift together.
Song Qingmo didn't know that Mu Heng had been holding him tightly during the whole process of falling into the sea.
After walking for a while, Song Qingmo was very disappointed. There was nothing again. Alas... Sighing, Song Qingmo looked towards the dense forest in the center of the island.
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