Song Qingyou returned to the hotel and began to eat seriously. After only a couple of bites, her stomach churned. She forced herself to endure the nausea, like an emotionless swallowing machine.
"Cough...cough cough!" Song Qingyou choked suddenly, her pale face turning slightly red.
Seeing that she choked, Gu Bai quickly picked up a glass of water and handed it to her, saying, "Take it easy."
"Thank...cough cough...thank you." Song Qingyou took the water glass and took a big gulp to calm the nausea in her stomach.
Xu Zezhan was on the phone, communicating in the local language, and occasionally glancing at Song Qingyou. He felt that she had lost a lot of weight in the month since they last met, and she was completely different from the person he had seen at Yalin Villa that day.
Xu Zezhan frowned deeply after saying a few more instructions on the other end of the phone, and then hung up.
Chao Gu Bai and Song Qingyou said, "We have news from over there. They say they've found a man with serious injuries..."
With a "snap".
The bowl and chopsticks in Song Qingyou's hands fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
Ignoring the shards of porcelain on the ground, she stood up almost instantly and rushed to Xu Zezhan: "Is it Fu Wenzhou? Is it him?"
Song Qingyou clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug into her flesh, but she felt no pain as she stared intently at Xu Zezhan.
Xu Zezhan paused for a few seconds, unable to look directly into those eyes that were full of expectation yet also suppressed fear, and finally whispered, "No, it's Fu Nan."
The light in Song Qingyou's eyes seemed to vanish in an instant. After a long while, she whispered, "How is Fu Nan?"
Xu Zezhan said, "Fu Beizheng is driving the person back. Medical personnel are trying to save them. They should be out of danger."
Song Qingyou nodded: "I understand."
There's news about Fu Nan; he should know where Fu Wenzhou is.
Song Qingyou's smile was pale: "This is a good thing, a good thing."
Xu Zezhan glanced at her, but ultimately said nothing more.
Fu Bei brought Fu Nan back an hour later. Fu Nan's thigh and arm injuries were quite serious, but fortunately he knew some first aid. He used tree branches to immobilize the injured areas and used cotton to stop the bleeding, so the blood loss was not too much.
Outside the room, Song Qingyou asked Fu Bei in a hoarse voice, "Have you searched the area around Fu Nan?"
Fu Bei said in a low voice, "We've looked, but we haven't found Young Master Fu."
In fact, since they haven't been found for so long, they're probably already in grave danger, but Fu Bei doesn't believe it, and he thinks Song Qingyou is even less likely to believe it.
Fu Bei paused for a moment before continuing, "We should have news once Fu Nan wakes up."
Song Qingyou felt exhausted, as if even nodding required a lot of effort. She turned around and leaned against the wall, her thin body hidden under an ill-fitting, oversized down jacket.
Those are Fu Wenzhou's clothes.
She buried her head in it, trying to absorb Fu Wenzhou's scent; only in this way could she keep from collapsing.
After an unknown amount of time, Gu Bai came out and shouted, "Fu Nan is awake!"
Song Qingyou shuddered and hurriedly went inside.
Fu Nan leaned against the wall, looking at Song Qingyou through the crowd. His eyes immediately welled up with tears, and he choked out, "Madam... I'm sorry... I failed to protect Young Master Fu..."
Song Qingyou stepped forward, pulled out a tissue and handed it to him, "It's good that you're alright. Can you tell me what happened? Why aren't you and Fu Wenzhou together? Did you get separated?"
Fu Nan reached out and took the tissue, shook his head, and after calming down, said, "Young Master Fu found out about Master Yun Fang. He said that he had passed away. Young Master Fu didn't believe it, so he went to the United States first and bought a shotgun there. After that, we took a ship for almost a week to the United Kingdom."
“We originally found some locals to go into the Misty Forest together, but that place was too eerie. We walked for three or four days and were still in the same place, so we had to turn back. That night when you video-called Mr. Fu, we had just returned not long ago. Mr. Fu was really too tired and was sleeping soundly.”
"Later...later, those local residents were afraid of dying. No matter how much money Mr. Fu offered, they refused to go in again. They said that Yun Fang had died long ago, and no one who had entered this forest had come out alive. They advised Mr. Fu to give up."
Fu Nan lowered his head, not daring to look Song Qingyou in the eye: "Young Master Fu refuses, he said... he said..."
Fu Nan closed his eyes tightly, the words Fu Wenzhou had roared that day echoing in his mind.
"My Youyou is waiting for Yunfang to save her! You think she's dead just like that? Screw her, I refuse to believe it!"
Fu Nan said, "That day, Young Master Fu was like a madman. He insisted that Yun Fang was not dead and that he had to find Yun Fang. He said that if Yun Fang could not live without his wife, what use would his life be if his wife could not live?"
Song Qingyou stumbled and almost fell, but Gu Bai helped her up and moved a stool over for her to sit down.
Fu Nan looked pained. "The next day, he took that gun and planned to venture into the Misty Forest alone. I was afraid something would happen to him, so I followed him. But Young Master Fu gave me his phone and said that you would worry if you couldn't find him. He asked me to impersonate him and report my itinerary to you every day, and wait for him to bring Yun Fang back at the hotel."
Song Qingyou's pent-up emotions finally crumbled. Her body trembled, and she couldn't utter a complete sentence. A sharp, stabbing pain shot through her chest, and tears instantly filled her eyes. Then, she clutched her chest and coughed violently, "Idiot...cough cough...you're just an idiot!"
If you dare to lie to her, why are you afraid she'll worry?
Fu Wenzhou, are you stupid?!
Gu Bai felt as if a heavy stone was pressing down on his heart. He had always been a person who was indifferent to emotions. In wealthy families, everyone puts interests first, and few people value emotions so much.
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