"Yu Bai, why are you looking at me like that?" Song Mian was now certain that something was wrong. She slowly approached Yu Bai: "Yu Bai, are you feeling unwell?"
Just as Song Mian stood in front of Yu Bai, Yu Bai took a deep breath, his voice so cold it almost froze people.
"I'm not Yu Bai." Yu Bai curled his lips into an extremely mischievous smile. "I'm not Yu Bai, Little Song Song, do you remember? We clearly met before..."
Upon hearing Yu Bai's address to her, Song Mian felt a chill creep up her spine.
The image of the female ghost she had seen before immediately popped into her mind.
The female ghost's every move lingered before Song Mian's eyes, and she was certain that it was not her imagination.
The female ghost, just like Yu Bai now, liked to gently pick up a few stray hairs with her fingers, then twirl those strands around her fingers, and look at her with a half-smile.
It was all too familiar. Those expressions and those movements were all too familiar to Song Mian.
"This is impossible. You are clearly a person, so why are you behaving like a ghost?" Song Mian's mind went blank; there were too many things she couldn't understand.
Yu Bai chuckled. He didn't answer Song Mian's question immediately, but instead moved closer to her little by little, gently lifting her chin with his fingers: "Aren't you very smart? You can help so many ghosts solve their problems, can't you see through my problem now? Try harder, I believe you can definitely do it if you try."
Song Mian found Yu Bai's behavior inexplicable. She wanted to ask him more, but then she saw that Yu Bai's hands suddenly lost their strength, and then he fell towards her.
Song Mian was taken aback and quickly reached out to catch Yu Bai.
Yu Bai was completely weak, and his voice was filled with pain as he stammered, "I'm sorry, Miss Song Mian, I didn't mean to scare you. Please, don't be afraid of me. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."
"What's wrong with you?" Song Mian had only asked one question when she discovered that Yu Bai had already fainted from exhaustion.
Seeing Yu Bai suddenly fall into a coma, Song Mian panicked and immediately dialed 120.
At the same time, Song Mian called Ling Jiao and got into the ambulance with the medical staff. After arriving at the hospital, she busied herself taking the unconscious Yu Bai for examinations.
Yu Bai seemed to be simply lacking in physical strength. Apart from some malnutrition, no problems were found after a thorough examination.
Following Yu Bai to a regular ward, Song Mian waited for a while before Ling Jiao rushed over.
"How is Yu Bai doing now?" Ling Jiao stood in front of the bed, looking down to observe Yu Bai's condition.
Song Mian stood up from her seat and walked to the bedside: "The examination showed nothing wrong. Mr. Ling, you initially had me contact Yu Bai, it wasn't just because you wanted me to be Yu Bai's friend, was it?"
Ling Jiao didn't speak, but his expression was conflicted, and his predicament was evident from his appearance.
"Miss Song, let's talk outside." Ling Jiao gestured for Song Mian to leave and led her to the corridor.
He sat down in the empty seat with Ling Jiao, and Song Mian looked at him and sighed.
“Miss Song, you should be able to tell that Yu Bai is not actually my biological child. When I was young, I had a comrade-in-arms with whom I had worked for many years. Because of me, this comrade-in-arms sacrificed his life. At that time, Yu Bai had just sacrificed his life, and his mother could not bear such a blow and committed suicide.”
Song Mian heard this with a conflicted expression, and her gaze towards Ling Jiao was filled with complex emotions.
She had heard some stories about Ling Jiao and knew that he had worked hard and gradually reached where he was today.
His success today is the result of hard work and countless hardships.
“I adopted Yu Bai after that. This child knew about his parents' situation but never resented me. He was a very sensible child. However, after he turned twelve, he suddenly changed. He became fragile and sensitive, and always said that someone was following him. I didn't know what to do. I took him to see many psychologists, but he became more and more distressed…”
“He doesn’t have a psychological problem; there really seems to be something following him. I think since I met you, you should have realized that Yu Bai wasn’t lying, which is why you wanted me to help him, right?” Song Mian said.
Ling Jiao smiled calmly: "You're right. Miss Song, I've always felt guilty towards Yu Bai. I'm begging you, please help him."
“This is the first time I’ve encountered a situation like Yu Bai’s. I can’t guarantee I can help, but I will do my best.” Song Mian thought for a moment and decided to tell Ling Jiao the truth: “I have some ghost friends who might be able to help me. It’s too late tonight, so I’ll ask them tomorrow night and then come to discuss it with you.”
"Okay, leave this to me, Miss Song, you should go back and rest."
Feeling exhausted after a long day, Song Mian was driven home by Ling Jiao's driver after leaving the hospital.
After returning home, Song Mian quickly washed up and fell asleep.
Song Mian felt like she had slept for a while, and in her drowsy state, she heard a commotion coming from outside the door.
As she gradually regained consciousness, Song Mian first heard Qi Yefeng's voice.
"Stop them! Don't let them set foot in here!"
When Song Mian opened her eyes, she found that it was already dawn. She quickly got up and went to the shop.
Through the glass door, Song Mian immediately saw Qi Yefeng and his bodyguards confronting the Song family members outside.
Qi Yefeng remained calm, looking composed as he faced the commotion of the Song family outside the door.
Meanwhile, Old Master Song was being held down in his wheelchair by two bodyguards, his neck stiff, shouting at Qi Yefeng: "What right do you have to stop me? This is my granddaughter's shop. I'm here to see my granddaughter, not you. Get out of my way!"
Qi Yefeng's attitude was firm: "Boss Song's business is my business. If you are interested in talking to me, sir, we can have a good chat. Otherwise, if you are not interested in talking to me, I will not force you. I can make arrangements for you to go back and rest."
"Don't think you're so great just because you have a few stinking coins. You've been following Song Mian around all this time, and you know perfectly well what your true intentions are!"
Song Mian listened to the noise and watched as her uncle pointed at Qi Yefeng's nose and continued to make a scene.
"You brat, I'm warning you you'd better get lost right now. My dad's not in good health, and if you accidentally hurt him, you won't be able to afford to pay for it!"
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