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Meng Yun stopped in her tracks, stunned, a hint of joy flashing in her eyes. When she looked at Yu Xi, she couldn't help but smile.
Yu Xi didn't get the answer she wanted for a long time, so she repeated the question, "Where's your brother? Where is he?"
Meng Yun slowly placed a glass of warm water on the bedside table, a sorrowful look on his face. He pulled out a chair and sat down by the bedside. The sun outside the window shone directly on him, casting a golden halo over his unruly, frizzy hair.
He had planned this position in advance, ensuring that Yu Xi would see him at his best as soon as she opened her eyes. And it is often these seemingly unintentional scenes that leave the deepest impression.
“My brother… he’s gone…” He bit his lower lip, barely managing to utter those words, seemingly in great distress, but he had no choice but to answer the question she posed.
Yu Xi gripped the corner of the blanket weakly, a strange pain shooting through her heart. Through the somewhat loose hospital gown, she looked down and carefully followed the source of the pain. She saw that her chest and waist were wrapped in a thick layer of gauze. With the slightest movement, the stinging pain spread from her chest to her entire body.
Meng Yun immediately explained, "Sister-in-law, don't move around. You just had a heart transplant; you should be resting now."
"A heart transplant?" Tears welled up in Yu Xi's eyes. Suddenly, she recalled Meng Chou's words before the car accident: "Maybe there will be a suitable heart when we get to the hospital."
It turns out it really happened; he really did keep his promise and let her live a good life.
With a 'plop', a tear rolled down onto the snow-white bed sheet. Meng Yun made an excuse that he had to go downstairs to buy her food and turned to leave.
At this point, it's useless for anyone to try to comfort her.
What she really needs is to let herself have a good cry, a good, unrestrained cry.
The entire ward resembled a small two-bedroom apartment, with no one else besides her.
Yu Xi started by biting the corner of her pillow and sobbing softly, but gradually she couldn't help but burst into loud sobs. She didn't know how long she had been unconscious, but the calendar on her phone quietly moved, and the flowers in the glass vase next to her drooped listlessly.
The sunlight streaming in through the window shifted and changed. She leaned against the headboard, staring blankly at the empty space at the foot of the bed. Suddenly, she remembered something, and the sobbing that had stopped resumed.
This back and forth happened several times.
Even as fiery clouds rose on the horizon, the IV drip from the tube extending from the back of her hand continued to fall.
Darkness slowly engulfed the entire room, and this was the first time Yu Xi truly felt what loneliness and emptiness meant.
At this time of year, she and Mengchou would go grocery shopping and cook together after get off work, returning to their own little home.
Having a lamp lit up the room and being able to cook with someone you love is a kind of happiness.
Everyone has their own different pursuits, but for Yu Xi, getting promoted, making money, and raising funds are her everything and her motivation to live each day to the fullest.
Now that motivation has been suddenly taken away, she has completely lost the desire to live and has begun to lie in bed every day in despair, seeing almost no one except for the nurse who comes to change her IV drip.
She drifted through each day in a daze, and when Meng Yun suggested opening the door to take a look at her, she actually grabbed a vase from the white round table and smashed it towards the door.
Shards of transparent glass lay scattered on the ground, and the petals of snow-white lisianthus flowers flew everywhere as the branches fell to the ground.
Meng Yun dared not open the door again. His hands froze, and he stood stiffly outside the door, cautiously looking up through the glass, like a pitiful little dog blocked at the door.
Yu Xi squatted on the ground and ripped the needle out of the back of her hand. Five months of pregnancy had made her body heavy and clumsy, and even such a simple movement required slow and difficult movements.
Tears slid down her cheeks, lingering on her chin, refusing to fall, which made her cheeks itch.
Yu Xi lowered her head, her nose touching her swollen belly. The little life seemed to sense her unusual loneliness and sadness, kicking her belly and interacting with her.
At that moment, Yu Xi suddenly realized that she was not alone; she was also carrying this little life, a keepsake left to her by Meng Chou.
He is the only child who carries his bloodline.
With that thought in mind, she supported herself on the floor with both hands and gently sat back on the bed, stroking her belly in response to the little life.
Suddenly she laughed and said to herself, "You're comforting Mommy so she won't be sad, right? You know Mommy is upset?"
"I won't leave you alone. Dad is gone, but Mom will always be by your side."
Suddenly, she called out towards the door, "I'm sorry, I was wrong before. I want to live a good life."
Living a happy and joyful life is what Meng Chou hopes to see.
A perfectly timed breeze blew by, carrying the fragrance of lisianthus flowers and bringing his words back to her ears.
It is an entrustment, an expectation, and a reluctance to part.
A smile crept across Yu Xi's lips. On this warm autumn afternoon, she thought she should live well for the time being. There was still something in this world worth looking forward to; it wasn't too bad, but it wasn't exactly good either.
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A finely carved glass lamp hangs in the center of the main hall. The curtains of the floor-to-ceiling window to the side are tightly closed. On the black velvet sofa, Sun Shuhan is anxiously flipping through the report in her hand. The cup with the patterned design next to her has long since stopped steaming.
The coffee had gone cold, but she was only staring at the A4 paper in her hand, her brows furrowed, and there was no trace of the leisurely atmosphere of enjoying coffee.
After turning off the car, it stopped directly in front of the white arched doorway. The person who came was impatient. He slammed the car door shut with a bang, then skillfully unlocked the fingerprint lock and headed straight for the main hall.
"Shuhan, you've finally agreed to see me." Zhang Zeshi said, leaning forward and hugging the person who was still reading the report.
Sun Shuhan pushed him away and gave him a sinister look. "I called you here today to tell you that that jinx is not dead, and even the child in her belly is perfectly fine."
Zhang Zeshi didn't care about any of that. He took the report from her hand and scoffed, "So what? It's just Jin Xuexiao. I'll give you whatever you want."
Sun Shuhan leaned back lazily on the sofa, giving him a disdainful look. "You?"
The sound, swirling in the air, conveyed the meaning of an entire passage in a single word.
"When have you ever said the same thing? See if you've actually accomplished it? You're supposed to be a vice president, and you can't even handle this little thing. All you do is brag in front of me."
She and Gu Yuan had meticulously planned this car accident for a long time, leaving no trace for the group to find. Despite their meticulous planning, they still failed.
She no longer wanted to rely on the person in front of her.
Zhang Zeshi suddenly moved closer to her and pressed her down, still with the same impatient expression he had when he first entered the room. "That was before Meng Chou was alive. He was always against me and secretly dealt with many of the people I sent."
"If it weren't for him, I would have successfully acquired Jin Xuexiao long ago."
He loosened his tie with one hand, easing the tension in his collar. "Besides, Shuhan, it's just a small company. What's there to ask for? If you need money, just tell me."
"What Meng Jinxian can't give you, I can give you."
Sun Shuhan understood the meaning behind his words. The two had known each other for over twenty years and were too familiar with each other to know each other well.
She needs someone who is completely devoted to her, someone who will give her everything she asks for.
Zhang Zeshi needed someone who could satisfy him. Compared to his wife, who knew nothing about romance, this affair was much more satisfying for him.
Sun Shuhan pretended to push him away, but only gently, without using any force, which made him move even closer. "I know what you want, and you should know what I need."
She unbuttoned the man's shirt with one hand and then took off his jacket. "I need someone who will listen to me obediently. Are you that person?"
"Of course!" Zhang Zeshi answered readily, then his gaze fell on the photo behind her, and he asked, "My son, I haven't seen him in a long time, what has he been busy with lately?"
Sun Shuhan slapped him across the face, instantly losing all desire to continue. She harbored this secret and feared that it would one day be revealed.
So they desperately tried to cover it up and erase all talk about it.
“His surname is Meng, he is not your son.”
Zhang Zeshi laughed maniacally, "What are you saying, Shuhan? How can Meng Yun not be my son? You've been too tired lately and have forgotten some things from back then."
Sun Shuhan covered her ears in terror, collapsed to the ground, her body trembling, as if this was the only way to block out what he was saying.
Seeing her like this, Zhang Zeshi became even more arrogant, rambling on and on, "You are determined to marry Meng Jinxian. You know perfectly well that he has a family and a son, but you still want to marry him. For this, you are willing to use yourself as a bargaining chip to beg me."
"Have you forgotten everything?" Zhang Zeshi knelt on one knee, pinched her chin, and forced her to look at him. "Ever since that night, I've known that you and I are the same kind of people. We are the same kind of people."
“I got Meng Jinxian drunk for you, watched you go into that room, and then ran out in fear, only to go back in just before dawn. Do you know how happy I was then? You see, you never really liked him; you just wanted his fortune.”
"I can give you all of these, so why won't you try looking only at me?"
Sun Shuhan tried to refute him, still sticking to this conclusion, "Meng Yun is Meng Jinxian's son, how do you know that I didn't have anything going on with him..."
At this point, it seemed to sting Zhang Zeshi, and he gripped Sun Shuhan's neck tightly, saying, "Shuhan, even at a time like this, you're still saying things like this to me. Aren't you afraid I'll really get angry?"
“I had a paternity test done with him the moment that child was born. Do you really think I haven’t known anything all these years?”
“He is my son, and he has the same blood as me.”
Sun Shuhan was startled, staring at him in astonishment, and managed to squeeze out a few words, "His surname is Meng..."
“That’s my son too, Meng Yun is my son.”
Zhang Zeshi's wife had been unable to give him any children for many years. He paid special attention to this son who had been living away from home and had always wanted to bring down Meng Jinxian and reclaim his biological son.
Her provocation only intensified this feeling.
He looked around. This house was bought by him for Sun Shuhan, and the only people who knew about it besides the two of them were Meng Yun.
Just as the two were arguing, the main hall door was pushed open, and Meng Yun's figure gradually appeared.
In an instant, Sun Shuhan felt as if the sky had fallen and the earth had cracked. She didn't know when Meng Yun had arrived, nor how much of their conversation he had overheard.
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