Chapter 269: Terminally Ill
Translator: _Min_ |
The image of Gu Dai flashed in Song Ling’s mind.
Gu Dai used to be like that too. She would always wait for him at home and cook his favorite dishes upon his return, her eyes shining brightly with love. But now, it all seemed like a dream that had vanished into thin air.
Song Ling looked up at the sun, trying to clear his head. He couldn’t understand why he kept dreaming of Gu Dai, and now, in his drunken state, he mistook other women for her.
Wandering aimlessly, Song Ling didn’t realize he was straying off course. Suddenly, a heavy blow from a stick struck his head, and he fell to the ground. Several figures emerged from the bushes, stuffed him into a sack, and carried him away.
At the Gu residence, Gu Yin tearfully looked at Gu Dai, whispering, “Cousin, I don’t want to leave you.”
Gu Dai crouched down, gently rubbing Gu Yin’s head, softly saying, “Yinyin, I’ll miss you too. But you need to go to school. Once you’ve learned enough, you can change our family’s situation.”
Gu Yin nodded in agreement, “Okay.”
Gu Dai handed her a gift.
Gu Yin, holding it, asked puzzled, “Cousin, what is this?”
Gu Dai encouraged her to open it, saying, “This is a phone for you. If anything happens, or if someone bullies you, call me. I’ll come to help you right away!” Gu Yin hugged Gu Dai tightly, nodding vigorously with tears in her voice, “Okay.”
Gu Dai rea.s.sured her, “Yinyin, come visit me during the holidays. You’re always welcome here.”
After spending time together, Gu Dai grew fond of the clever and lovely Gu Yin, feeling a deep sense of reluctance to part.
Gu Dai gave a few more instructions and asked the driver to drive slowly.
Only after the car disappeared from sight did she let out a sigh and turn back to her work.
By the time she looked up again, it was already dark outside.
Gu Dai, feeling hungry, pondered what to eat for dinner. But before she could decide, her phone rang.
Why was Zhao Xuan calling her? Puzzled, she answered the phone after a brief silence. Before she could speak, Zhao Xuan’s anxious voice came through.
Zhao Xuan urgently said, “Mi… Miss Gu Dai, President Song has fainted. Can you come to see him?”
Gu Dai, without hesitation, refused, “No.”
Zhao Xuan persisted, “Miss Gu Dai, President Song is seriously injured. I’m sending you a picture.”
Almost immediately, Gu Dai received the photo from Zhao Xuan.
The photo showed Song Ling with his eyes shut, his clothes stained with blood, and his face marked with wounds. He looked pitiful, a far cry from his usual handsome appearance.
Gu Dai spoke indifferently, “He looks quite pitiful, but I’m about to have dinner, and my presence won’t help his recovery.”
Zhao Xuan, recalling Song Ling’s recent concern for Gu Dai, earnestly said, “President Song is severely injured. If he doesn’t recover well, it might affect our upcoming partnership on the Suzhou embroidery.”
Gu Dai sighed and asked for the location.
After hanging up, she couldn’t help but complain, “What a ha.s.sle.”
When she arrived, she saw several doctors around Song Ling’s bed.
Zhao Xuan approached her excitedly, “Miss Gu Dai, you’re finally here.”
Gu Dai, with her arms crossed, nodded indifferently, observing the scene, “Is your President Song terminally ill? Why so many doctors?”
Zhao Xuan’s heart skipped a beat, and he quickly denied it, “No, no, no,
President Song is just seriously injured, it’s not a terminal illness.”
Gu Dai felt a tinge of regret and disappointment, “Alright then.”
Gu Dai added, “I feel like my coming here might not really help Song Ling.
Maybe I should go back.”
Zhao Xuan hurriedly stopped her, “Your moral support is already enough for President Song. Besides, when he wakes up and sees you first, he will surely be very happy.”
Gu Dai shook her head, replying earnestly, “I think before he feels happy, he’ll probably be overwhelmed..”