It wasn't her imagination; this guy really did try to run over her and her daughter!
"Qi, Qi Qiulin... what do you want to do?!"
Qi Qiulin's pale face curved into a smile. "Didn't you want to get revenge on Mu Yiran?"
"How about we make this deal?"
Wen Qingyu thought she was crazy. Before she could even start struggling, everything went black, and she was dragged into the car along with Jiang Wen, her face covered.
The unlicensed car sped away, leaving only the phone lying to the side, still buzzing.
"Qingyu! Qingyu!"
"Damn it!" Lu Tingyi cursed under his breath, grabbed his phone, and stormed out the door.
——
She stayed in the office for a long time, until her stomach started to cramp, before Mu Yiran finally looked away from the broken jade bracelet.
The table was a mess, with earphone wires scattered among the damp scraps of paper. Mu Yiran looked at her eyes in the mirror, which were swollen like walnuts.
In fact, she rarely wanted to cry anymore, but in the past six months she had become increasingly sensitive and fragile. Mu Yiran knew very well why.
And so, after the immense grief, the once-familiar emptiness and helplessness gave her a trembling panic at this moment.
She desperately needs that person right now.
Lee Byung-seung, who had been on the phone with her, also came to his senses. Even though he tried to hold back, he couldn't hide his sobs. "Ranran... are you alright?"
"...I'm fine, Uncle Cheng." Mu Yiran tidied up the things on the table.
"What are your plans to do? With this, the Qi and Wen families are definitely going to be sentenced..."
“But this is not direct evidence that they murdered my parents,” Mu Yiran lowered her eyes. “You remember what I just told you, right? I want Qi Qiulin out. I must get my hands on her confession.”
"She has to say it herself, it has to be this way."
The glass beads around her neck shone brightly in the light, but what darkness must have been paid for such dazzling beauty?
So what gives them the right...?
"Punishment or divine retribution, it shall be taken!"
The girl's voice was resolute and ruthless, which made Li Bingcheng suddenly realize something. "...I understand. I'll come to you now. Don't wander off. Qi Qiulin might know about this too. What if she comes looking for you—"
The conversation abruptly ended there.
Mu Yiran was taken aback and moved her phone over to look at it.
It's a crosstalk.
Like a silent but terrifying precursor to an earthquake, messages began to pop up on the screen at a high frequency.
Text messages, phone calls, Weibo, news...
The phone kept buzzing, making her hand vibrate wildly. Mu Yiran's heart tightened. Before she could even see the content in the chat box, Ai Ni barged in—
"lady!"
"Mr. Shi Yan's car plunged into the sea and he's currently unconscious! And he—"
He's gone!
"........"
Mu Yiran's ears rang loudly, and her phone fell to the ground.
——
"—Mr. Shi said he wanted to go back to the Bai family home and asked us to get rid of the reporters! He was driving Mr. Shi's car when he crashed through the guardrail and fell off the Huanhai Bridge!"
"Mr. Shi is in the car, but he's not here!" Shi Jie's voice was almost crying as she spoke incoherently into the phone, "Passersby said they saw him, he didn't fall, but... but we still can't find him! Madam, did he go looking for you? He can only go to you—"
The stairwell was empty and dark, but the sounds of the season were crystal clear, especially the phrase—"I can't find it anywhere."
Like a curse.
Mu Yiran's instep hit the step, twisted, and she lost her balance, falling down the steps.
"lady!"
Ai Ni caught up with her. She didn't expect the woman to react so strongly. Even though she kept saying that Shi Youxi was alive, she didn't stop. She didn't have time to wait for the elevator and kept rushing down.
He didn't even feel the pain when he fell; he just kept running outside like a madman.
It was lunchtime, and the office building was full of people leaving get off work. The lobby was bustling with activity. Everyone heard hurried shoving behind them. Looking over, they saw a woman running out with a somewhat dazed expression.
Everyone who works in this building knows Saorsa, and they also know that this woman is Aorsa, the one who has been frequently trending on social media lately.
Now that Helian Xin's "sex trafficking" scandal is making headlines, people are discussing Mu Yiran's abnormal state even more.
Someone was about to take out their phone to take a picture when they were stopped by security personnel who suddenly appeared.
Ai Ni grabbed Mu Yiran as they approached the gate; if she were allowed to run outside, things would get out of control.
"Madam, listen to me! Listen to me first!" Ai Ni gripped her shoulders. "The master is alive! He's perfectly fine! Many people saw it! He's alright!"
Cold sweat stung her eyes as it streamed down. Mu Yiran looked out the door, seemingly looking at nothing in particular.
"I know... I am..."
Mu Yiran stammered, "...I just want to go find him, otherwise..."
What if he disappears?
Like her parents.
I can't find it anywhere.
Mu Yiran knew that Ai Ni wasn't just trying to comfort her; Shi Youxi was genuinely alright. But she was still scared, very scared...
"I need to go find him... I—"
"Call the police! This man is insane! He has a knife!"
"Sir, are you alright?!"
"...I'm looking for someone."
"...."
Mu Yiran paused in her struggle and looked precisely toward the source of the sound.
Next to the security booth in the lobby, there stood a disheveled man, looking around.
Shi Youxi clutched the damp hem of his shirt, blood still smeared on his forehead and exposed arms, but he didn't care. He held a tattered wallet in his hand, unfolded the photos inside, and asked:
"I'm looking for my sister, it seems..."
"I think her name is Mu Yiran."
Is she here?
Is she here?
"Hey, don't hit me!"
"...Shi Youxi".
"?"
Someone called him from behind, and without thinking, he turned around. When he saw the woman not far away, his mouth instinctively curved into a smile.
Everyone avoided the man who was still holding a bloodstained weapon, except for Mu Yiran, who stood still and waited for him to walk towards her.
I walked over, took her hand, and nestled into her belly, following all the memories of my body, burying myself in her arms and acting coquettishly.
"Sister, you ran off again! I thought you ran away like the others..."
"…What…"
Shi Youxi didn't notice her trembling, but instead relaxed and whispered affectionately in her ear.
He said that he had broken his skin while playing the violin yesterday, and his sister had promised to apply medicine for him, but she hadn't.
He said that things have changed in China; he can't find any of the food his sister bought for him on the street anymore.
He said that on his way here, he saw a restaurant called something like "pot" and it made him hungry. He wondered if it tasted the same as his sister's. He said he actually brought some with him, hoping she would feed him, but the pot was too hot for him to hold.
He said that without him, Guan Shiyan would be bullied at school again. He suggested that someone pretend to be Guan Shiyan's parent and ask for leave from school to stay at home for a few days. However, he couldn't find anyone to call and borrowed the driver's phone but forgot the number.
He said he was very cold when he arrived, and the driver gave him a hand warmer. Although he didn't want to admit it, he thought it looked much better than the one his sister made, but it wasn't as warm.
He asked when he would be taken home. The last time his sister slept with him was several days ago. This time, he was willing to wear pink pajamas.
He said, he said...
The man's voice was soft and bright, and he happily kept talking to her about random things.
Even Ai Ni, who was standing next to him, changed her expression.
They rushed in with their men after they caught up with the surveillance footage.
Until the people around her were looking at the man in front of her with strange eyes.
Mu Yiran finally, clearly, and had no choice but to accept the acknowledgment.
She slowly raised her hand and hugged Shi Youxi, her hot tears soaking into her cold, damp shirt. Afraid he would hear, she pressed her mouth and nose against the man's shoulder, listening to Shi Youxi's shy yet forcefully domineering coquettishness, and forced a very ugly and utterly helpless smile.
What should I do...?
Her lover is sick.
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