On the last day of the musical, Song Qingyou arrived late, just before the performance was about to begin.
She was in the same spot, and Yu Rong was already sitting there. To get to her seat, she had to pass Yu Rong.
"Excuse me, could you move aside?" Song Qingyou asked politely but firmly.
She had a faint, pleasant scent of incense emanating from her, so subtle that it could only be smelled up close. Yu Rong stepped aside to give her some space.
When it was over, Song Qingyou didn't speak to her again. Seeing that the other was about to get up and leave, Yu Rong hurriedly called out to her, "You are the youngest daughter of the Song family, right?"
Song Qingyou nodded slightly: "Madam Ruan".
Almost everyone in the theater had left, leaving only the two of them.
Yu Rong asked in surprise, "You know me?"
Song Qingyou smiled slightly: "I saw you when I was a child, and your appearance has never changed."
Yu Rong found these words particularly pleasing to the ear, and she waved her hand, "So many years have passed, I'm all old now. But I didn't expect you to like musicals."
Song Qingyou said, "My mother liked it when she was alive. Maybe she listened to it every day when she was pregnant, and I was influenced by it too."
When Song Ning was mentioned, Yu Rong's eyes dimmed. Back then, Song Ning was beautiful and clever, and was the most beloved child among the elders. It was just a pity that she married the wrong person and ended up with a bad ending.
Yu Rong looked at her: "Since you know me, why haven't you even greeted me these past few days? I used to hold you when you were little."
Song Qingyou was slightly taken aback and lowered her eyelids: "I didn't expect Grandma Ruan to still remember."
The word "Grandma Ruan" brought the two closer. Her frail appearance reminded Old Madam Ruan of Song Ning from before. That girl was similar in temperament to her granddaughter, both being spoiled. Now, her daughter had been raised to have this timid personality.
The elders in the Song family knew a bit about what had happened in the family, and when Yu Rong saw Song Qingyou like this, she guessed what kind of life she had lived in the Song family all these years.
Thinking of Song Qingyou's congenital illness, Yu Rong couldn't help but feel sorry for the little girl in front of her: "Although the two families have been less in touch since your mother passed away, the friendship from before is still there. Come to the Ruan family and play with Yinyin often in the future."
Song Qingyou agreed and stepped forward to help Yu Rong walk out of the theater.
On the way, she talked about funny things from her childhood, which made Yu Rong smile non-stop. By the time they reached the intersection, the two had become much closer.
Yu Rong had a good impression of Song Qingyou. No matter what Yu Rong said, Song Qingyou could always chime in. She also had a deep understanding of musicals. After a conversation, Yu Rong wanted to take her home for a proper chat.
The Ruan family's driver was waiting at the intersection. Song Qingyou helped Yu Rong into the car, and after agreeing to visit the Ruan family on the weekend, she watched the car drive away.
Until the vehicle disappeared from sight, Song Qingyou could no longer suppress the itching in her throat. She leaned against the street lamp and coughed violently, each cough louder than the last.
She was so cold. The wind was strong at the intersection, and it was blowing into her throat, making it difficult for Song Qingyou to even breathe.
The theater is built on the riverbank. The evening breeze ripples across the lake, and pedestrians stroll in twos and threes while vehicles speed back and forth.
Inside a silver Maybach.
"Grass!"
Fu Wenzhou frowned impatiently: "Why are you making such a fuss?"
Gu Bai patted Fu Wenzhou on the shoulder: "Is there a ghost by the river?"
Fu Wenzhou's gaze was as cold as a knife: "If you say another word, I'll turn you into a ghost."
Gu Bai felt a chill run down his spine, but he still mustered up his courage and pointed it out to him: "What is that white blob?"
Fu Wenzhou glanced at it out of the corner of his eye, then slammed on the brakes.
Gu Bai nearly fell over, his curses never stopping.
Hearing the sound of the seatbelt being unbuckled, Gu Bai looked up and saw Fu Wenzhou get out of the car. He was immediately terrified: "Fu Wenzhou, are you fucking crazy?! Getting out of the car in the middle of the bridge?! Do you have a death wish?!"
Vehicles came and went constantly, their horns blaring shrilly.
Song Qingyou squatted under the street lamp, covering her lips with a handkerchief. Her face was pale and her body was thin, like a rag doll that had been abandoned.
Suddenly, the blinding light in front of her was blocked by a large shadow. Before she could even look up to see who it was, she fell into a warm embrace.
A burning heat emanated from the seam where their clothes met, and Song Qingyou's icy body finally began to warm up slowly.
She collapsed into his arms as if she couldn't hold on any longer.
Fu Wenzhou's dark eyes were cold and sharp, filled with a fierce aura, his emotions barely contained beneath them, yet the way he held her was gentle.
At times like this, he always hates that his body isn't warm enough, which is why the temperature of his palms remains icy cold even after so long.
Gu Bai switched to the driver's seat and drove around for a long time before finally finding a place to turn around. As soon as he got out of the car, he couldn't help but yell, "You son of a bitch..."
Before he could finish speaking, he was startled by Fu Wenzhou's almost stern gaze, and swallowed the rest of his words.
When he spoke again, his tone was half as forceful: "Well, it's cold outside, why don't we get in the car first?"
Fu Wenzhou's Adam's apple bobbed as he carefully picked the person up and put them in the back seat of the car: "Drive."
Gu Bai dared not delay and immediately went to get the car, willingly acting as the driver.
"Turn on the car heater." Fu Wenzhou's voice was low and cold as he placed his palm on Song Qingyou's pale cheek, trying to restore her color with the warmth of his hand.
Gu Bai turned the heating up to the highest setting: "No wonder your grandfather sent you to join the army back then, your eyesight is sharper than an eagle's."
Song Qingyou was all wrapped up in a ball, and from a distance he was just a blurry white figure. He didn't know how Fu Wenzhou recognized him at a glance.
Fu Wenzhou held the person tightly in his arms, his eyes filled with affection, unwilling to let go.
As her body temperature rose, Song Qingyou slowly woke up.
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