Chapter 342:1 Have Never Forgotten You
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The next morning, when Sang Qianqian returned home, Shen Hanyu had already left.
The room was empty, and the bedding was so neat that it looked like he had not slept at all last night.
Sang Qianqian stood there for a while, feeling a little lost. She had said that she would come back to send him off, but she did not expect him to leave so early.
She didn’t know if it was because Shen Hanyu wasn’t around, but her breakfast was tasteless. She didn’t feel like eating after having some porridge.
After saying goodbye to Auntie Zhao, she was preparing to go to work when Guo Muyang came.
A young man stood behind him. He stood tall and straight, exuding a heroic spirit. His eyes were very sharp.
Sang Qianqian thought that Guo Muyang was here to look for Shen Hanyu. “Hanyu went on a business trip this morning.”
“I know. I’m following Hanyu’s orders to send this man here.”
Guo Muyang pointed at the young man beside him. “This is Jian Han, he will be in charge of your safety in the future.”
Sang Qianqian looked at Jian Han and felt that he looked a little familiar. “Have I seen you before?”
She seemed to have seen him around Shen Hanyu before, but he rarely appeared. Moreover, he only stayed for a short time each time, as if he had something to report and left immediately after.
Jian Han nodded his head. “Yes. I’ve been here twice.”
“Jian Han has been with me and Hanyu for many years, but he rarely shows his face.”
Guo Muyang said, “He’s the most trustworthy person Hanyu and I have.”
Sang Qianqian was slightly startled. “Then why did you suddenly ask him to come…”
“To protect you.”
Guo Muyang had nothing to hide in front of Sang Qianqian. “The day Hanyu brought you back to the Zhen family, his cousin Li Zhongjin brought a stack of photos home and said that someone sent them to him. The person behind you is hiding very well, and he clearly doesn’t have good intentions. Who knows what he might do next. Hanyu is worried about you, so he asked me to bring Jian Han over.”
Sang Qianqian had been too busy these few days and had not thought about the photo. “Did you find anything?”
“I heard from Hanyu that there’s something going on, but I need to confirm it further.”
Guo Muyang consoled her, “You don’t have to worry too much. This matter will be resolved very soon.”
Sang Qianqian nodded her head and thought of Jinhui’s incident last night. “How did the police deal with those men from last night?”
Last night, Guo Muyang had called the police, and the police had taken w.a.n.g Sheng and his gang away, including Yin Jiakui.
When Sang Qianqian returned to take care of Yin Jinhui, she did not have the time to ask Guo Muyang about the results.
“He’s still in the police station. Those people arc likely to be related to a cross-border gambling gang, and the police have contacted multiple departments for a joint investigation.”
Guo Muyang raised his eyebrows. “Gathering people to commit poisoning, extortion, attempted rape, any many other crimes is enough to make them suffer.”
“What about Yin Jiakui?”
“Yin Jiakui didn’t commit any major crimes, he was just involved in gambling and drugs.”
Guo Muyang said, “He’ll probably be released after a few days of detention.”
“That would be letting him off too easily. Last night, Jinhui cried for the whole night and had nightmares the moment she closed her eyes.”
For the first time, Sang Qianqian felt regretful that the police had dealt with the matter too lightly. “Yin Jiakui is simply a sc.u.mbag. He even set up his own sister.”
“I’ll have a good ‘chat’ with him after he’s released.”
Guo Muyang especially emphasized the word “chat.”
“It’s best if he doesn’t dare to bother Jinhui again.”
Sang Qianqian smiled lightly. “Let me thank you on Jinhui’s behalf, President Guo.”
In the afternoon, Sang Qianqian received a call from Song Yu, saying that he was at a cafe near the hospital and wanted to meet her.
Sang Qianqian hurried over, thinking that Song Yu wanted to confirm Ruan Xiaoshuang’s inspection on Sat.u.r.day.
However, when she arrived, she found that there was another person in the private room beside Song Yu.
Ruan Xiaoshuang was also here!
Seeing Sang Qianqian enter, Song Yu smiled and stood up. “Miss Sang, my wife wishes to talk to you. You guys continue chatting, I’ll wait outside.”
With that, he closed the door and left.
Sang Qianqian’s gaze fell on Ruan Xiaoshuang, who was also ‘looking’ in the direction of the door. Her eyes were gentle and her lips were slightly curved.
If not for the fact that Sang Qianqian already knew that she could not see, she would have thought that she was no different from before.
“Qianqian.”
Ruan Xiaoshuang smiled and said, “Why are you standing there? Aren’t you coming in?”
Ruan Xiaoshuang called her by her name instead of calling her Miss Sang like the last two times they met.
Sang Qianqian was stunned. She was happy, but also a little in disbelief.
She asked tentatively, “Sister Xiaoshuang, you… Do you remember me?”
“It’s not that I just remembered,”
Ruan Xiaoshuang continued to ‘look’ at her and said gently, “Qianqian, I have never forgotten you.”
Sang Qianqian was stunned. Ruan Xiaoshuangalready remembered everything before this, so why did she pretend not to know her?
Even though Ruan Xiaoshuang couldn’t see, she seemed to be able to tell that Sang Qianqian was shocked.
“If you have anything to ask, you can ask.”
Ruan Xiaoshuang said gently, “I will try my best to answer your doubts.”
Sang Qianqian sat down beside her and hesitated for a moment before asking the question that she wanted to know the most,
“Sister Xiaoshuang, you survived that fall. But why didn’t you come back?”
Why didn’t she come back?
The reason seemed simple, but it was also complicated.
Now, when Ruan Xiaoshuang thought back to the past, it was difficult for her to explain her own mental journey.
In a short twenty years, she had experienced all kinds of feelings, and in the end, all that was left was the bitterness of being disheartened.
That night on the mountain peak, she had jumped down. She really did not want to live anymore.
However, fate was always mocking her, and she couldn’t even die.
That night, Song Yu stayed by the river and wanted to draw a sunrise painting of the mountain. However, he accidentally found Ruan Xiaoshuang, who had fallen into the river, and saved her.
He took Ruan Xiaoshuang home, took care of her in every possible way, and gave her the greatest kindness.
At first, Ruan Xiaoshuang didn’t want to eat or drink, so he stayed by her side day and night. He tried all kinds of ways to make her happy and make her eat.
On her last breath, Ruan Xiaoshuang’s heart suddenly softened when she saw Song Yu, who was so worried that he was about to cry.
Perhaps she was still too kind by nature and did not want to torture an innocent stranger for her.
After all, this stranger was her savior.
Ruan Xiaoshuang finally started to eat, and her body gradually got better.
Song Yu would play the zither for her and talk to her a lot every day.
He told her about his paintings, his thoughts, why he drew these paintings, what he wanted to express, his dream, his pursuit and love for painting.
Ruan Xiaoshuang remembered the dream she had.
If she wasn’t the Ruan family’s Second Young Miss and didn’t have to bear so many responsibilities, she might have grown into an outstanding pianist.
When she was young, she was very sensible, so she had always kept her feelings to herself and had never told anyone. When she studied abroad, she had consciously chosen the major that was the most helpful to her family business and had given up her dream.
However, Song Yu, who loved painting so much, made her remember her obsession with music.
Ruan Xiaoshuang, who hadn’t touched the piano for many years, tried to sit in front of the piano. She pressed the black and white keys and played a string of notes that flowed from the depths of her memory.
She found her long-lost happiness. When she played the zither, it was as if all her unhappiness had been thrown to the back of her mind, and her body and mind were filled with the peace and beauty brought by the music.
After that, Ruan Xiaoshuang tried to leave her room and stayed in Song Yu’s studio for a while with his encouragement.
At that time, she felt the warm sunlight coming in through the window. Song Yu, who was drawing beside her, emitted nothing but only the sound of his brush delicately falling on the paper.
It was the peace and tranquility that she had once dreamed of..