Chapter 143 Never to Meet Again
Xie Xingchen's fingers ran through her soft hair, and her heart throbbed with a bittersweet feeling.
"Yaoyao, look up and kiss me."
Lin Yao released him, looked up, and saw that his deep blue pupils were covered with a layer of damp mist, hiding a thousand unspoken words.
"Come here," Xie Xingchen said.
Lin Yao was afraid of hurting the other person, so he kept a distance while hovering in the air, but when he kissed him, he was both hasty and fierce.
Xie Xingchen tasted the bitterness of tears.
His lips hurt from being bitten so badly, as if they were bleeding. He was using this simplest and most direct method to confirm their authenticity with each other.
"I don't want to receive your suicide note again." Lin Yao tasted a hint of bloodshed and finally softened his tone. "It's poorly written, not long enough, and the emotions aren't genuine. Don't write another one like that."
He was like a strict Chinese teacher, nitpicking the errors in the writing, but he didn't even dare to look at the paper again.
"Okay, I'll stop writing now," Xie Xingchen replied in a hoarse voice.
The moment he heard Xie Hengzhi's voice, he knew he had lost the bet, lost terribly.
As the tail fin caught fire and the plane lost its balance and plummeted, Lin Yao's face flashed through his mind, and his will to survive reached its peak.
If Lin Yao were to die here, how much self-blame and despair would he feel?
We must not die; we must live on; we must return alive.
The aircraft plummeted rapidly, its tail fin caught fire, and the cabin was filled with thick smoke—a destructive method that would almost kill the pilot. After donning his parachute, he immediately opened the hatch.
The distance was very high. Xie Xingchen glanced down briefly, and the dizziness caused by his fear of heights made his body malfunction.
He hesitated for only half a second, then suddenly closed his eyes, jumped, and fell from the sky the moment his parachute opened. The wind was so strong it hurt his face, he felt a strong sense of weightlessness, and plummeted rapidly into the deep sea.
He hadn't swum very far when the aircraft exploded and crashed, the violent shockwave carrying him far away.
I don't know how many days I've been adrift at sea.
Dehydrated, injured, and on the verge of death, he waited with his eyes half-closed from the darkness until the sunlight stung his eyes, while countless moments he had spent with Lin Yao flashed through his mind.
"Xie Xingchen, I'm here to steal your bride."
"Xie Xingchen, I like you too."
"Thank you, Captain Xie. Take care, 002."
"Xie Xingchen, get up. Lin Yao likes you even more today than yesterday."
"Your existence is the definition of my happiness, Xie Xingchen."
So, on the verge of losing consciousness, she struggled to open her eyes again, missing him terribly, reluctant to part, wanting to see him one more time.
I need to apologize to him, tell him I love him, and say that I want to be with him forever.
Hang in there a little longer, I have to survive.
Xie Xingchen raised her head slightly, passionately responding to his kiss, and apologized again and again: "Yaoyao, I love you, I will never leave you again."
"Wait." Lin Yao turned his head away, took out his phone, turned on video recording, pointed it at him, and commanded, "Say it again."
Xie Xingchen's eyes flashed, and he looked at the camera with an extremely solemn tone.
"Xie Xingchen will never separate from Lin Yao again, and will never break his promise."
Lin Yao carefully preserved the evidence, his voice still nasal as he spoke: "The evidence is saved. You dare to go back on your word? I'll hunt you down to the underworld."
"No, I can't bear to." Xie Xingchen looked at his thin face and slightly raised her hand. "One more hug."
Lin Yao frowned as he looked at his body covered in bandages and said, "With you all wrapped up like this, can you please not move around?"
"The bandages look scary, but actually many places have scabbed over. Believe me or not, I could get up right now and spin you around in my arms." As she spoke, she made a move to get up.
Lin Yao reached out and pressed him down, then lay down on his side, his arm gently resting on his waist. The familiar scent enveloped him, as if he had returned to a warm nest.
He slowly relaxed, his breathing becoming gentle: "Just stay still, I'm so tired, Xie Xingchen, I want to sleep."
"Sleep well, goodnight baby," Xie Xingchen said. "Happy 22nd birthday."
Lin Yao mumbled a response, then quickly fell asleep.
When Director Cheng arrived with the doctor, Xie Xingchen made a shushing gesture and said in a low voice, "Don't wake him, I'll get up myself."
It was actually quite difficult, since I had just woken up and even the slightest movement caused excruciating pain in my body.
He gently placed Lin Yao on the hospital bed, pulled the blanket over him, and then followed the director to the next room.
"You need to go back and get another X-ray and a full-body checkup." After examining the wounds, Director Cheng breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness, if you had really died or been crippled like this, we would all be heartbroken."
Xie Xingchen moved his lips: "How are my dad and the others now?"
“It was during the election period, so your suicide note was no different from a formal complaint. Now, both candidates, including Cho Kwon, are suspected of political infighting and are currently suspended from their duties and under investigation.”
Cheng Shu paused for a moment: "You should focus on recovering from your injuries. Don't think about anything else. Come back to Hemu with me. Even if something happens to him and Yun Qing, I've been your attending physician since you were ten years old. He's no different from my son. I'll take care of you."
Xie Xingchen nodded slightly: "Okay, I'll go back when Lin Yao wakes up."
Late at night, the group hurriedly returned to the capital. After completing the examination, they had just returned to the ward when they saw Xie Hengzhi standing by the window.
Lin Yao tensed up instantly, almost instantly going into a defensive stance, shielding Xie Xingchen behind him, and raising his gun to aim: "What are you doing here?"
“Look at my son.” Xie Hengzhi turned around, his gaze falling on the heavily bandaged patient. “Lin Yao, could you give me a few minutes so we can talk alone?”
Lin Yao remained motionless, the muzzle of the Falcon 47 fixed firmly on his forehead.
Xie Xingchen didn't move, looking at him from a distance, his voice very calm: "Let's just talk like this, there's nothing he can't hear."
Xie Hengzhi stared at him for a few seconds, then slowly asked, "Do you hate me?"
"I don't hate you, I'm just disappointed," Xie Xingchen replied. "I thought that at least, even if we weren't exactly father and son, we'd at least get along okay. I was just hoping for too much. Apart from Yun's father, you don't care about anyone else, right?"
Xie Hengzhi's lips twitched slightly.
He regretted it.
On the night Xie Xingchen's plane crashed, he experienced for the first time the bitterness of regretting his decision. The child who had narrowly escaped death had changed his career and destiny; he loathed him to the extreme, yet he also loved him because of his connection to the child.
Emotions were superfluous to him; Yun Qing was already an exception, and he didn't want any more.
But that night, Xie Xingchen's questions over and over again lingered in my mind, causing me extreme heartache.
Standing here safely, I'm so glad he's still alive.
“It’s pointless to talk about this now,” Xie Hengzhi said. “After this, it seems we can’t even be father and son anymore. Your will says that the debt of gratitude for raising you is wiped clean.”
“My suicide note also lists all your crimes. I did it on purpose. If there is no evidence to identify you, then I will come in person.”
Xie Xingchen said calmly, "Lin Yao was considerate of me before, and hasn't handed over the remaining evidence yet. I will hand it over myself. I've escaped death, so I'll consider this my life repaid to you."
"Alright." Xie Hengzhi said calmly, "You should know very well that I will stop at nothing to bring Yun Qing back, and I hope you can bear the consequences."
Hearing this, Xie Xingchen couldn't help but laugh.
"The 'love-obsessed' mentality can really be inherited. You've talked about putting profit first your whole life, but in the end, you still fell victim to this."
Xie Hengzhi did not answer his question directly, but simply nodded slightly and walked past them, saying, "Take care, farewell forever."
The moment Xie Xingchen closed the door, she turned her head away, her eyes reddening.
He had imagined countless times the moment of breaking with his family. When Yun Qing was first locked up, he thought he would be met with hysterical abuse, but that didn't happen.
Even today, it remains calm, like the most ordinary conversation. Afterward, they will stand on opposite sides of the road, black and white, never to cross paths again.
"Xie Xingchen." Lin Yao put away his gun, tucked it behind his back, and reached out to hug him. "I haven't told you yet, I've reunited with my parents."
“That’s great. General Pei must have been waiting for a long time.” Xie Xingchen lowered his eyes and gently pinched his cheek with his fingers. “Did you cry back then? It’s a pity I didn’t see it, you little crybaby.”
Lin Yao wrinkled his nose, displeased with the address: "I rarely cry. I didn't cry. What I wanted to say was that my mom and dad are yours. You still... you can still have a lot of love from people. Don't be sad."
He spoke very tactfully, and his way of comforting her was particularly clumsy, but Xie Xingchen understood.
The break with Xie Hengzhi was no different from losing his parents, and Lin Yao wanted to share the love he had just found with himself.
"Do you want to marry me?" Xie Xingchen leaned closer and stared at him. "Your words sound like a marriage proposal."
Not knowing why they ended up here, Lin Yao turned his face away and stammered, "No, I didn't mean that. Don't keep misinterpreting me."
Xie Xingchen accused him: "So you don't want to marry me. I've already died for you once, and you still don't have that intention. You scumbag."
Lin Yao: ".........."
How can someone be so talkative when they're injured like this?
“It’s not that I don’t want to…” Lin Yao almost bit his tongue. “You’re really annoying.”
Xie Xingchen lowered his eyes, looking at the pair of rings stacked on his ring finger, and reached out to take them.
"Give me back the ring. Consider it an engagement ring. You won't need to buy another one, saving you money."
"No way." Lin Yao put his hands behind his back and said fiercely, "You can't take back what you've given away."
Xie Xingchen pinched the back of his neck, lowered his head and kissed him lightly, and said in a conciliatory tone.
"Then give it to me when you want to be my little bride, okay?"
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