There was very little time to prepare.
Ying Qian transformed into the person she hated most, leaving without saying goodbye and disappearing from everyone's sight.
Before boarding the plane, she received a call from Chen Wenzhi.
He was starting to lose his temper and, barely containing his anger, asked, "When are you coming back? Or are you not coming back at all?"
"...Believe me, Chen Wenzhi, I will definitely come back."
"I'll wait for you to come back."
On the plane, Meng Beiyan decided to be honest with her.
She leaned on his shoulder, already fast asleep. His eyelashes fluttered, and he held her smooth shoulder in his palm, saying in a muffled voice, "I'm sorry, I made the choice for you. Don't hate me."
In the M country at night, the city lights are dazzling, and the towering buildings in the jungle exude an unusual sense of modernity.
The taxi drove directly from the airport to the city's largest hospital.
"Is she sick?" She nestled in Meng Beiyan's arms, tears glistening in her eyes, she had never relied on him so much before.
Meng Beiyan stood above her head and said frankly, "Yes, leukemia. She never wanted me to tell you."
"And what about her so-called 'ideal life'?"
“She does have a local husband who is a surgeon. The children are all fake to deceive you. She found the place you live in, and she will transfer the money to me on time.”
When she learned the truth, she felt no unease at all. She nestled in Meng Beiyan's warm embrace, acting as if nothing had happened, as if she had woken up in the same familiar room as before.
When she woke up again, she found herself on a hospital chair. The pungent smell of disinfectant assaulted her nostrils. She vaguely saw Meng Beiyan communicating with the doctor in fluent English. A woman was wheeled out of the chemotherapy center. She seemed to recognize her. Who was that person?
Before I could think any further, I drifted off to sleep again.
During the time she had a fever, Meng Beiyan took care of her, and she received many phone calls.
Looking at the note, he finally couldn't resist and pressed the green call button.
"Ying Qian, are you alright?"
Meng Beiyan pursed his lips. "Chen Wenzhi, it's me, Meng Beiyan."
"Why you? What about her?" Chen Wenzhi could no longer control himself and shouted hysterically, "Meng Beiyan, you've never put yourself in her shoes! You're just a self-righteous madman! She'll hate you, she definitely will!"
"Beep beep beep..." He hung up the phone without hesitation.
The woman entered the ward in a wheelchair, her face extremely haggard, yet she possessed a tenderness the man behind her had never seen before.
"Is that her boyfriend?" the woman asked.
Meng Beiyan smiled, with a hint of mockery, "I don't think so, they're just two impulsive kids."
"Bei Yan, as her mother, I hope she can have freedom and live the life she wants."
"I know."
"For the last six months, let me be selfish one more time and let her keep me company."
"Okay, I will take care of everything for her in China."
After Ying Qian recovered, Meng Beiyan stayed with her and discussed their future life together. She resisted and broke down, but she never shed a tear.
When Meng Beiyan ruthlessly deleted all her accounts, it meant that she could no longer contact any of her friends in China. She was devastated and even broke free from Meng Beiyan's control, contemplating jumping off the 22nd floor. Her stepfather quickly stopped her, telling her in broken Chinese, "Child, live on, live for yourself."
Don't you feel hypocritical saying these things?
At first, they abandoned her, leaving her isolated, helpless, and dependent on others. Now that they need her, they imprison her, depriving her of even the sunlight.
Her spoken English wasn't bad, and she retorted in fluent English, "Don't you think these words are ridiculous?"
The man understood, but he still chose to comfort Ying Qian in Chinese, saying, "Start over. You have a complete family now."
Scalding tears fell to the ground. She had escaped the magnificent house, thinking she had gained freedom, only to fall into another kind of hell.
A week later, Meng Beiyan was preparing to return to China. He finally stopped putting on that hypocritical face. He unlocked the room, and the girl's wrist was bleeding, but she had a relieved smile on her lips.
"Ying Qian!" he cried out as he picked up the person on the bed.
As he ran desperately, he didn't notice that sly smile.
She didn't die. When she opened her eyes, the person in front of her was her stepfather.
He hurriedly informed the woman outside the door that Ying Qian had woken up.
The woman's eyes were full of pity, but her sallow and emaciated appearance no longer reflected her former glory; she looked like a dried-up corpse, devoid of color.
A few tears slid down her cheeks.
Perhaps this stepfather really was a good person. For the next few months, she didn't have any tedious things to worry about. She only needed to push her mother around in the lavender-filled back garden of the hospital, and spend the rest of her time studying in the library.
She never saw Meng Beiyan again.
Life seems to be back on track.
But she could never forget some people, and she would return to China one day.
Her stepfather asked her why she wanted to return to China.
"That's where I grew up. It's my country that gave me freedom and guaranteed my safety. And there are still many people waiting for me there."
*
Six months later, it was the New Year abroad, and every household was filled with joy.
The woman on the hospital bed trembled slightly, as if this meant something. Ying Qian placed her hand on the woman's finger, and a tear rolled down her cheek. Then, the machine beside her announced the end of her life.
The stepfather wept uncontrollably. He had known this would happen all along, but he vowed never to marry.
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