Chapter 958: I’m Proud of You (4)
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Sheng Yize looked like he had heard the funniest thing in the world.
How brazen.
“Thank you, Miss Lan, for improving the mutual affection between me and my wife,” he said in an impassive voice.
A malicious look flickered in Lan Yu’s eyes. “Did I do anything wrong? Didn’t your mother die because of her mother? Don’t you think you betrayed your mother by marrying her?”
She sounded so vehement that Sheng Yize couldn’t help but speculate.
“I don’t think I’m important enough for Miss Lan to defend me against some injustice. So, here’s what I want to know: how did Miss Lan know about that accident? Am I right in guessing that Miss Lan yourself or your family member was in that accident as well?”
The pile-up ended up leaving quite a few dead bodies behind. Unfortunately, some force had managed to suppress the news and all investigations hit a deadend.
Lan Yu clenched her coffee cup, stared into Sheng Yize’s eyes, then smiled grimly.
“Meng Xingzhou was right. You’re indeed very smart.”
Sheng Yize said, “You flatter me.”
“Do you know what it means for me to come here in this capacity today?” Lan Yu smiled prettily. “Back then, my father would never have ended up in debt if your father hadn’t tricked him into signing some contract, and he would never have died in a messy traffic accident while running away from his enemies!”
Sheng Yize replied with silence.
He had been too young back then to know that much.
But fate was funny like that. That accident had somehow dragged all their families into the same tangle.
“Do you know what happened to that mistress of your father’s? My father’s men cut her open while she was still alive and the baby was still twitching when they took it out…” Lan Yu’s smile was pretty and coquettish, but there were tears in her eyes. “What good could that do? My father… wasn’t coming back.”
Sheng Yize handed her a handkerchief politely, which Lan Yu took. Seeing his emotionless face, she chuckled. “Do you not hate me?”
“Judging from your age, I don’t think you were even ten back then, just like me. You didn’t do any of those things, so why should I hate you?” Sheng Yize crossed his long legs casually. “You’ve told me a lot of things, but I only want to know: why on earth are you here?”
Lan Yu dabbed at the corners of her eyes, somehow looking lonely. “I just thought that it was so unfair… Why can you all live so happily when I can never escape that hatred…”
Sheng Yize shook his head in resignation. He could tell that Lan Yu didn’t mean too much harm. It was just that… she was trapped in a strange cycle.
“What you need is redemption. It may sound like rubbish… but, it’s time you pursued your own happiness now. Rather than live in the hatred of the past, you should move on now.”
“Aren’t you afraid that I’ll do something to your father?” Lan Yu stared at him in surprise.
“I know perfectly well that my father’s mistress is alive and gave birth to a child.” Sheng Yize smiled. “There’s no need to lie to me. I’m capable of thinking straight.”
He had always been level-headed as long as it wasn’t about An Xiaxia.
Lan Yu smiled bitterly. She didn’t expect him to have known all that already…
Compared with Sheng Yize… she seemed to live in so much pain.
Their phones rang almost simultaneously. The looks on their faces both changed when they answered their respective calls.
Sheng Yize spoke first. “Uncle has been affected by the epidemic…”
Lan Yu looked pale. It was clear that she had been given the same piece of news.
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That same night.
Lan Yu waited outside the hospital, sick with anxiety.
The hospital was a quarantine zone now and all access was forbidden.
She was overwhelmed with despair, just like that time with the traffic accident.
Death was a fate no one could escape.
It was said that the phones of all the medical staff were going to be confiscated, but the patients still had theirs, allowing them to contact their families.
Lan Yu looked down at her phone, which was wet from the sweat in her palm.
It remained silent. There wasn’t even a message.
Passers-by were scurrying away, wearing big masks. “It’s so scary… I heard that they haven’t come up with a vaccine yet and the death rate is very high!”
“Gosh! Just go back home. Stay away from crowded places in the next few days. You never know when you’re infected!”
“…”
Lan Yu dialed Meng Xingzhou’s number with trembling fingers.
It was quite a while before the call went through.
“It’s me.” Meng Xingzhou sounded tired.
Lan Yu’s voice was choked with sobs as soon as she started talking. “How… how are you?”
“I’m alright,” said Meng Xingzhou curtly. “I think I’m going to hang up now.”
“I love you,” Lan Yu said quickly, as if she was afraid that this was her last chance to tell him that. “I love you very much. Thank you for all the joy you’ve brought me. I’ve been very happy, even without the recognition from your family.”
Neither of them spoke again and all they could hear was the heavy breathing on the other end.
Meng Xingzhou hung up after a while without another word.
Turning to the mild-tempered doctor on one side, he asked, “Dr. He… should I be worried about my life now?”
He Jiayu smiled. “Theoretically, all diseases can be life-threatening.”
“You’re right.” Meng Xingzhou smiled. “Do you want to use my phone?”
“No, thanks.”
Meng Xingzhou knew that it was to prevent cross-infection. At this early stage, no one was sure exactly how the epidemic spread.
After some consideration, he switched off his phone and handed it in.
Lying there, he felt completely calm about facing a death that might or might not come.
His parents would be taken good care of and Lan Yu would find someone more reliable once he was gone.
It would all go as planned.
But… why did he feel so sad?
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After a long meeting with specialists on respiratory diseases in the afternoon, He Jiayu went back to his small room.
It was a tidy, white quarantine room.
There was pen and paper on the bedside table, which all the rooms for medical staff had.
He Jiayu sat down on the bed and was going to write something, but with his long legs, the position turned out to be rather uncomfortable. He then got out of bed, crouched down on the floor, and started writing.
It was going to be his will.
Whenever an epidemic hit, doctors, the ones that healed the wounded and rescued the dying, were also the ones to bear the brunt.
They couldn’t save themselves every time.
He only wrote three lines in his elegant handwriting, but felt drained of all strength. He Jiayu smiled a little.
After folding the paper and putting it in an envelope, He Jiayu rubbed his temples.
Thump, thump —
He jumped at the noise outside his window.
Turning around, He Jiayu was dumbfounded.
In the silver moonlight, Su Xiaomo was standing outside his window wearing a cap and a big mask.
He Jiayu went pale. They were on the 17th floor!
He went over to the window, but he couldn’t scold her loudly given the current situation. He could only grit his teeth as he said, “Are you insane? What’s with the flying trapeze act?!”
Su Xiaomo pointed at the harness and cable she was suspended from. Thinking that he might not be able to hear her clearly, she shouted, “Fengfeng helped me borrow it from his production unit! It’s quite sturdy! Really!”
… Idiot!
Tears instantly welled up in He Jiayu’s eyes.