After I Was Gone, Mr. Song Said He Loved Me - Chapter 16 - A Chill Down the Spine

Song Yu didn’t stay long, leaving soon after accompanying me through my IV drip.

Alone in the echoing room, my thoughts were a jumbled mess, filled with an indescribable feeling.

I wasn’t sure what I meant to Song Yu-was I just hired personal public relations or an occasional bed partner for him to vent his desires?

Humans tend to overthink. Although I knew that my relationship with Song Yu was merely a transactional one, bound by money, I couldn’t help but want to prove something.

But really, what did it matter who I was?

Song Yu was infuriatingly perfect, save for being slightly terrifying in bed. Aside from that, he was flawless.

And importantly, he was incredibly generous with his money.

I’ve met plenty of so-called ‘corporate presidents’ and ‘society bosses,’ all seeming wealthy and powerful, yet extracting any benefit from them was like scaling a mountain.

Song Yu was truly the only one I’ve met who lived up to the title of a wealthy man.

And all I needed to do was make good money from this wealthy man. Whether as ‘personal public relations’ or a ‘bed partner,’ I didn’t care.

Since I was bedridden from being tossed around by Song Yu, I had to cancel my plans to care for Lu at the hospital.

To avoid worrying Lu, I sent him a message on WeChat, telling him I had to unexpectedly accompany the department manager on a business trip to Yan City and would be gone for a couple of weeks, unable to visit him. I urged him not to be mad and to take good care of himself.

Lu didn’t mention his hospitalization in his reply, instead instructing me to stay safe on my first business trip and take care of myself-it was almost like receiving a mini essay.

After chatting with Lu, I called Chenyang, asking him to look after Lu during this period. Initially hesitant, Chenyang quickly agreed when I offered him my entire month’s earnings from Royal Dynasty. He even jokingly asked if I had struck it rich, as I dismissed a considerable commission without a second thought. I merely smiled subtly, leaving it ambiguous.

For the next few days, I stayed at Song Yu’s villa, only leaving my bed to visit the restroom, while the villa’s caretakers, an elderly couple-Uncle Zhang and Aunt Zhang-took care of my every need.

Initially, I assumed such a large three-story villa would require a team of five or six servants. However, Aunt Zhang informed me it was just the two of them; she handled the indoor cleaning while Uncle Zhang took care of the gardens and pond.

Fortunately, since no outsiders visited, the couple managed the chores without much trouble. Aunt Zhang even earnestly told me I was the first stranger Song Yu had ever brought to stay.

If not for my severe injury that left me barely able to walk, he wouldn’t have brought me here.

Thanks to Aunt Zhang’s excellent cooking skills, she prepared a variety of nutritious porridges, soups, and vegetables for me daily, aiding in the healing of my physical tears without a single re-injury.

After a week, the wound miraculously healed. Though not fully recovered, I was at least able to get out of bed and move around, even helping Aunt Zhang occasionally.

My walk, however, resembled that of a certain animal-a penguin.

During this period, Song Yu only called once to briefly check on me and then didn’t contact me again.

I enjoyed the peace.

One evening, as usual, I went to the kitchen to help Aunt Zhang prepare dinner, only to find her laying out a variety of ingredients on the counter.

She explained that Song Yu was coming home for dinner at six. Hearing this, I instantly felt nervous, especially after the terrifying experience that afternoon.

However, given my current frail condition, he probably wouldn’t be interested.

As Aunt Zhang set the well-prepared dishes on the table, Song Yu’s car entered the villa right on time, at six o’clock sharp-not a minute more, not a minute less.

I marveled at how Song Yu managed his time with such precision, almost like a robot.

Indeed, Song Yu was a money-making machine without emotions.

Though that was my thought, when the door opened, I still showed the respect due to a boss, waiting alongside Aunt Zhang in the foyer.

Upon entering, Song Yu first glanced at me, then handed his overcoat to Aunt Zhang. I stood awkwardly, unsure of my role.

In this villa, I was neither a servant nor the master; if anything, I was more like a plaything kept by a wealthy man.

“What are you standing there for? Come and eat.”

Hesitating, I snapped back to reality as Song Yu watched me from a short distance. I hastily limped over to him.

He observed my peculiar gait for a moment and asked, “Hasn’t it healed yet?”

My face flushed with embarrassment as I muttered, “It’s almost better.”

Song Yu nodded thoughtfully and strode into the dining room.

I hurriedly followed, cursing my own weakness.

Every time, a simple remark from Song Yu left me blushing and flustered, no wonder he always looked at me as if I were a child.

Song Yu pulled out a chair at the head of the table and sat down, while I took the seat beside him.

Looking at the array of delicious dishes, I naively asked, “Aren’t the Zhangs eating with us?”

Song Yu, who was wiping his hands with a warm towel, gave me a mocking look and retorted, “Why would they eat with us?”

“…There’s so much food, we… we can’t finish it all,” I said with a laugh, gesturing to the dishes.

Song Yu dropped the towel with a scoff, “They are servants, they have their own place to eat.”

I was left speechless.

They were servants, but what was I?

Although I wanted to ask Song Yu, to avoid humiliation, I ultimately held back.

“If your body has recovered, I’ll take you to meet someone tomorrow,” Song Yu said as he placed a piece of sweet and sour carp into my bowl.

“Meet who?” I asked, wary.

He glanced at me, took a bite of his fish, and after chewing said, “Someone who can teach you something useful.”

Relieved it wasn’t another drinking session, I relaxed. The memory of the last time I was forced to drink still haunted me.

“By the way, I’ve dealt with the person who bullied your friend,” Song Yu mentioned casually.

“How did you handle it?” I perked up immediately.

Song Yu pulled out his phone, pressed a few buttons, and handed it to me.

I took it and saw a video interface on the screen. I tapped the play button, and a figure bound in ropes, bleeding from the nose and mouth, appeared. If not for the familiar screams, I almost didn’t recognize it was Qin Naisheng.

He was beaten beyond recognition, lying in a pool of blood, barely clinging to life.

I looked up sharply at Song Yu, who was calmly eating, and felt a chill run down my spine.