Chapter 70: Absolutely Not, Absolutely Not – I Miss You So Much Part 2
Song Mingzhi returned specifically for Wang Buli’s matter. Purple Star Entertainment wasn’t doing well, and Wang Buli wanted to sell her shares and use the money for investments, so Song Mingzhi came back to help her.
She didn’t actually have to come back in person, it was just… Song Mingzhi lowered her eyes, pushing aside the chaotic thoughts in her mind.
She went to the second floor, not to the study, but to the balcony.
She remembered that when she first met Dong Ling, she had seen Dong Ling in the house opposite hers from this balcony.
Song Mingzhi looked over and saw a figure by the floor-to-ceiling window in the distance.
The distance between the houses wasn’t close enough for them to see each other’s faces clearly, and perhaps because of this, neither of them left.
The sweet fruit juice Dong Ling had just swallowed suddenly turned bitter, she leaned against the window, feeling a little lost.
Song Mingzhi looked at that figure and thought, the little liar must have recovered, otherwise she wouldn’t be discharged from the hospital and visiting her friend.
Dong Ling really wanted to go downstairs and knock on the next door right now, but she couldn’t.
What would she say if they met? She had no answer.
Chen Shang Shang patted Dong Ling’s shoulder and said: “Ling Ling, what are you looking at? You’ve been gone for so long, everyone thought you fell in.”
Dong Ling was startled by Chen Shang Shang’s actions and took a moment to recover.
“What’s wrong? You look a little out of it.”
“Nothing.” Dong Ling looked towards the window again and found that the figure on the opposite balcony was gone, she subconsciously searched, “Where is she?”
Chen Shang Shang felt something was wrong with her and also looked outside, asking: “Who?”
Dong Ling explained vaguely: “There was a cat that climbed a tree just now, it’s gone now.”
Chen Shang Shang didn’t question it and pulled Dong Ling downstairs.
Dong Ling wanted to immerse herself among her friends, using their company to numb her disappointment, but strangely, every time she felt a little happy, she would think of Song Mingzhi.
She took out her phone again, typed some words in the chat window, but didn’t have the courage to send them, and deleted them one by one.
On September 10th, there was a light rain in the morning.
The ground was slightly damp, with the fresh scent of watered earth.
Two days had passed, it was time for Xuan Du to go, Dong Ling came to see her one last time, she wouldn’t visit her again after this.
Halfway there, Dong Ling received a call from the hospital, the person watching Xuan Du said someone came to visit, a patient in a wheelchair, the police let her in, but didn’t follow, just stood guard outside the door.
It couldn’t be anyone but He Diesheng, truly persistent of her to come all the way here in her frail state.
He Diesheng’s constitution was naturally weak, and unlike Dong Ling, she didn’t have a system protecting her, so her injuries were quite serious, after being rushed to the emergency room, she underwent several surgeries, Xuan Du almost actually killed her.
“Drive faster.”
Dong Ling urged, He Diesheng meeting with Xuan Du was never a good thing.
Dong Ling looked at the scenery flashing past the window, her eyelids twitching, an inexplicable anxiety gripping her heart, making her quickly walk towards the inpatient department after arriving at the hospital.
Something fell from a height not far away, like a kite with a broken string, a large pool of blood spreading on the ground, the person’s head, like a shattered watermelon, splattering brain matter.
Screams immediately rang out, followed by the sound of running footsteps, Dong Ling stood motionless, her mind blank, her body cold.
She finally understood that unsettling feeling, Xuan Du had planned this all along!
She was also a lunatic!
All that calmness, that seeming resignation, it was all an act, how could someone like her be content with spending the rest of her life in prison? She probably couldn’t even endure a day, let alone years. To her, she had already lost everything, living was just lingering on.
Dong Ling dry heaved, unwilling to look back at the gruesome scene, it was terrifying and disgusting, as if the mixture of blood and brain matter had splattered on her skin, with a lingering metallic scent, making her stomach churn.
The police quickly arrived to deal with the situation, and facing the murmuring crowd, explained: “This is a suspect who committed suicide to avoid prosecution.”
Dong Ling’s face was cold as she went upstairs, feeling a hollowness in her heart.
She pushed open the ward door and saw the person standing by the window, her back turned, her figure thin and sharp, like a blade.
“Is this the outcome you wanted?”
Dong Ling didn’t mean to accuse, but her tone inevitably carried a hint of emotion.
Dong Ling didn’t want to interfere in their affairs, but she also didn’t want them to cause any deaths, so besides lending money to Xuan Du, she only inquired about her whereabouts when she disappeared.
Although it wasn’t her who lent the money, it was Song Mingzhi.
“Wasn’t it better to let her go to jail and pay for her crimes? Even if you locked her up, why did you have to do that to her?”
Even though Dong Ling knew Xuan Du wouldn’t stay quietly in jail, knew she had already planned to die.
He Diesheng, her back still turned, didn’t answer, she looked out the window, leaning against it, as if about to become the second falling kite.
Dong Ling pulled her back and looked at her face.
He Diesheng had lost a lot of weight, her cheekbones prominent, her features slightly contorted as she suppressed her emotions.
Her eyes were bloodshot, like a vengeful ghost crawling out from the depths of hell.
Her teeth gritted, her facial muscles twitching unnaturally.
Dong Ling subconsciously released her hand, looking at the haggard and pained person in front of her.
“She had someone send me a message, saying I had to come see her one last time.”
“I came, I tried to persuade her, I threatened her, I begged her, she was very satisfied, she felt like she hadn’t lost.”
“She said, ‘He Diesheng, why don’t you just die?’ and then jumped.”
“If there was anything she could use as a weapon in this room, she might have dragged me down to hell with her.”
He Diesheng’s eyes were indifferent and numb, making one feel suffocated, as if trapped in an airtight space.
“Why… I also want to know why.” He Diesheng looked at Dong Ling, or perhaps just at some point in the distance, muttering to herself, “It just happened.”
“I wanted to see her fear, her breakdown, her begging for mercy, to see her with nowhere to run but to rely on me. Sometimes I really hated her, wanted to strangle her with my own hands, she wasn’t likable at all, but when she really tried to die…”
“Have you ever felt that desperate need to grab onto something, but no matter how hard you try, you can’t?”
“I didn’t even have time to tell her, she was the loser, I won, I’ve always been the winner.”
He Diesheng’s face was as pale as a sheet, the same color as the white paint on the wall, beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, she laughed as she spoke.
She suddenly clutched her chest, as if in great pain, and then collapsed.
Dong Ling called for a doctor, watching coldly as He Diesheng was taken to the emergency room.
When she went downstairs, the body was gone, a cleaner was repeatedly scrubbing the bloodstains, trying to erase all traces of death.
There seemed to be people discussing what had happened, Dong Ling walked past them like a ghost.
She didn’t feel pain or sadness for Xuan Du’s death, just a hollowness, a sense of detachment.
She walked home listlessly, the housekeeper said someone had sent her a letter, which was placed on the table in her room.
Dong Ling nodded, but didn’t go to her room immediately.
She went to the music room and took out her long-time companion, her violin.
The notes were filled with a gentle sadness, like a sigh in the misty rain.
Dong Ling rarely contemplated the meaning of life before, because she was young then, full of curiosity about everything, and then she found her musical companion, and learned happily.
She had a smooth upbringing, rarely unable to obtain something she wanted, she knew what she had, so she always had a sense of compassion, which was why, when she met Xuan Du, she didn’t hesitate to reach out.
She never regretted helping her, even though she almost met with misfortune later.
Dong Ling didn’t resent Xuan Du, not because of blind kindness or compassion, but because the harm wasn’t realized, and she pitied Xuan Du, even with a sense of condescending sympathy, like someone fortunate looking down on someone unfortunate.
One couldn’t choose their initial fate, but they could choose how to face life, Dong Ling didn’t approve of Xuan Du’s way, so they parted ways.
But now that everything had ended, even though she had anticipated it, she still felt a sense of emptiness.
Dong Ling played two short pieces, until an unspeakable fatigue washed over her, making her body weak.
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