"A blind date arranged only after repeatedly bringing up old feelings?" Song Qingyou was slightly surprised.
She had only known that the Tang family was arrogant before, but she never expected it to be this arrogant. Even Old Master Gu had to show them some respect. It seems that the Tang family's status and position are indeed high.
Fu Wenzhou went to the kitchen to cook medicine for her: "Well, it has nothing to do with us. We'll play for a while and then go back. I'll ask Gu Bai to reserve a private room for us. There's no smell of smoke or alcohol in there."
Song Qingyou coughed lightly a few times and said softly, "Wouldn't that spoil your fun?"
While stirring the medicine in the jar with a spoon, Fu Wenzhou said lazily, "Gatherings don't necessarily have to involve drinking. Drinking too much can cause problems, so I'm planning to quit drinking."
"Give up alcohol?" Song Qingyou asked back.
Fu Wenzhou hummed in agreement: "Don't you dislike me drinking?"
"?" Song Qingyou looked completely bewildered. "When did I ever dislike your drinking?"
Fu Wenzhou said in a deep voice, "Didn't you always tell me to drink less alcohol before, complaining that I was a nuisance when I drank too much?"
"..." Song Qingyou was silent for two seconds before saying, "That's because you're allergic to alcohol when you drink too much, and you always find various reasons to make me see you. At the time, I was nominally your aunt. If your aunt and nephew got together, and the media took pictures, they would write all sorts of nonsense. I was worried that it would affect your reputation."
Song Qingyou said, "You can drink it, but in moderation."
Fu Wenzhou narrowed his eyes slightly, turned the stove down to the lowest setting, walked out of the kitchen, and stood in front of Song Qingyou: "Youyou, I don't think I've ever told you that I'm allergic to alcohol. How did you know?"
When he first called her, he simply said he was drunk and couldn't find his way home, asking her to come and take him home.
Fu Wenzhou made that phone call with a gambling mentality. He bet that Song Qingyou would definitely come, and she did come. He was right, but everyone forgot some details.
Fu Wenzhou suddenly remembered that Song Qingyou had brought allergy medication when she first came to see him.
I never mentioned it, so how did she know?
Song Qingyou's expression visibly stiffened for a moment, before she finally forced a smile and said, "You forgot how you stole my grandfather's wine when you were little and ended up in the hospital?"
“I haven’t forgotten.” Fu Wenzhou approached step by step, eager to get the answer he wanted: “Youyou, I have never forgotten what happened between us. It’s always been you who forgot, you who never remembered.”
Song Qingyou remained silent. There was no point in arguing about something that had already been revealed, especially since Fu Wenzhou was already quite clever.
Unable to get a reply from her, Fu Wenzhou simply asked, "Youyou, you haven't forgotten, have you?"
Song Qingyou remained silent for a long time before finally letting out a very soft "hmm".
Fu Wenzhou received an affirmative answer, and while he was overjoyed, he also felt a suppressed confusion: "Then why did you never admit it?"
What he really wanted to ask was: Then why did you abandon me in the rain back then, pretending you never knew me...?
But Fu Wenzhou dared not ask that question.
He was afraid of hearing answers he didn't want to hear. He cared more about the present and the future, and didn't want to delve too deeply into the past.
He just wanted to know what troubles Song Qingyou had four years ago.
Song Qingyou took Fu Wenzhou's long, slender hand and intertwined her fingers with his. Her voice was soft yet heavy, like a grain of sand blown into the vast ocean: "Before... I really forgot. I forgot a lot of things, only those painful memories. The psychologist said it was because I locked myself in a small room. I couldn't get out, and no one could get in."
Song Qingyou's voice trembled slightly at the end, "Wenzhou, I didn't mean to forget you, I just... I just didn't want to bring up that bad experience."
Four years ago, he knelt in the rain. She had indeed forgotten him. She had always had a mental illness and forgot many things when she was a teenager. Her daily nightmares made her feel like she was still dreaming even when she woke up.
Song Qingyou gradually lost the ability to distinguish between illusion and reality; she felt that everything around her was fake.
Song Chang is fake, Grandpa is fake, the flowers and plants in the yard are fake, everything in the Song family is fake.
She was trapped.
Song Qingyou tried countless times to save herself, but to no avail. In the end, she could only rely on medication to stay conscious, but she was in poor health and these medications had side effects and she could not take too much. With no other option, she could only write a diary to record what happened each day.
Later, she found a way to keep herself awake: forgetting the memories that made her happy. Only pain could keep her constantly alert.
She forgot Fu Wenzhou, but she didn't forget that he asked her to wait for him.
Song Qingyou's memories of Fu Wenzhou were fragmented; sometimes she would recall them, sometimes she would forget them. It was only after their reunion that Song Qingyou felt as if she had come back to life. She began to feel at peace even on ordinary days with fine weather. Her nightmares did not decrease, but they also stopped increasing.
She had always indulged Fu Wenzhou's advances, greedy for the good things he brought her, yet selfishly unwilling to abandon her revenge and be with him.
Song Qingyou's dark thoughts crawled rampantly in the night.
Only Fu Wenzhou could bring her a glimmer of light, which she was reluctant to give up yet forced to do so.
Song Qingyou leaned against Fu Wenzhou's chest, her breathing heavy: "I'm sorry, I'll always remember you from now on."
Fu Wenzhou felt only heartache. His Youyou could have had a bright and promising life, but it was ruined by the Song family. If only he had been born a few years earlier, he could have been her protector when she was most helpless and in pain, so that she would have someone to rely on, so that she wouldn't have to depend on herself for anything, and could be willful and spoiled, and could be a princess.
Fu Wenzhou kissed Song Qingyou's forehead, his voice low and husky: "Do you want to find him?"
Song Qingyou was taken aback. Fu Wenzhou hadn't said who he was looking for, but she knew the answer in her heart.
"I don't know." Song Qingyou truly didn't know; she dared not hope for family ties any longer.
She and Fu Wenzhou will have a home in the future, and that's enough.
As for the biological father, there's no way to find him now.
Fu Wen gently patted her back: "Okay, if you don't want to look, then don't."
"Mm." Song Qingyou nodded: "Song Ning..."
Fu Wenzhou asked, "Do you still want to see Song Ning?"
"I don't want to," Song Qingyou replied decisively and coldly.
All her tragedies stemmed from Song Ning. Song Ning transferred all her misfortunes onto her. Song Ning was innocent, but wasn't she innocent too?
Fu Wenzhou said, "Then it's gone."
Song Qingyou shook her head: "After I cut off Song Ning's hospital expenses, Xu Qingran will come to me when she has nowhere else to turn, so we still have to meet."
"How long will it take?" Fu Wenzhou asked.
Song Qingyou thought for a moment: "A week?"
"One week."
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