After I Was Gone, Mr. Song Said He Loved Me - Chapter 54 - A Dangerous Caress: "Good, My Bai."

I thought leaving Hai City with Lu would mark the beginning of my new life, but it turned out to be the final step into the abyss.

Lu didn’t return from the hospital that night until the early hours of the morning. I called him countless times, but he didn’t answer. I tried calling Zhang Chenyang too, but no one answered there either. Later, I consoled myself thinking that maybe Lu and his friends had partied too hard and drank too much, which was why no one was answering my calls. When I woke up, Lu had returned.

Clutching the phone, I stared out into the pitch-black night and slowly closed my eyes.

Perhaps it was my worry for Lu that made my sleep restless and disturbed.

In Hai City, the rooms are heated with air conditioners during winter, and I always wake up with a dry throat. But Lu always thoughtfully prepared a warm cup of honey water for me.

Half-asleep, I reached out and called, “Lu, I’m so thirsty.”

No sooner had the words left my mouth than a cup was placed in my hand. I didn’t even open my eyes as I gulped it down.

The water was warm but not sweet.

I instantly woke up and opened my eyes to find Song Yu sitting expressionlessly on a chair beside my bed.

In an instant, the cup in my hand dropped, soaking a large area of the bedding.

“Song… Song Yu…?” My tongue tied, and I stuttered over the short name.

Why was he here?

Where was Lu?

My heart suddenly raced, watching Song Yu warily. Then, I noticed the bandage wrapped around his right hand, and a large patch of blood seeping through his palm.

His hand was injured!

Lu hadn’t come back, yet Song Yu had appeared in the hospital, and his hand was hurt…

A terrifying thought crossed my mind.

“Where is Lu?” I suddenly sat up, perhaps too vigorously as it pulled at a wound beneath me, causing me to wince in pain.

“Why are you here? Where is Lu?” I propped myself up with my hands, trying to sit upright, unwilling to appear weak.

Song Yu stood up, helping me lean back against the headboard. I kept my eyes locked on him, not daring to let my guard down.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were having surgery?” Song Yu sat back down, his expression softening.

“Where is Lu?” My tone was becoming urgent.

I had no time for riddles with Song Yu; I only wanted to know if Lu was safe.

Song Yu shook his head with a wry smile and said in a resigned tone, “He is too young and impulsive. Naturally, he has to face the consequences of his actions.”

Hearing Song Yu’s words, my heart skipped a beat, and a chill crept over my skin, causing me to shiver slightly.

After a moment, I managed to speak, “What… what did you do to him?”

Song Yu scoffed lightly, lifting his injured right hand, “If I hadn’t reacted quickly and grabbed his knife with my hand, I would probably have an extra cut here near my heart.”

I gasped, unable to believe my ears, my eyes widening in shock, “You mean Lu… he took a knife…” I couldn’t bring myself to finish the sentence.

Song Yu’s cold smile seemed to confirm my worst fears.

My head exploded with a buzzing sound, and for a moment, my vision went white.

Lu attacked Song Yu with a knife!?

Why would he do such a thing?

We were supposed to leave today.

Why?

Lu…

Why are you so foolish? Is it worth it?

Clutching my aching chest, tears welled up in my eyes as I stammered, “Where is Lu now?”

“Detention center,” Song Yu replied coldly.

Hearing the words “detention center,” I was dumbfounded, and terrifying scenarios flooded my mind, leaving me weak and limp.

“Assault with a weapon. He probably won’t get out this time,” Song Yu said nonchalantly.

Won’t get out?

What does that mean?

Will Lu go to jail?

If it’s really assault with a weapon, the charges won’t be minor.

I slowly closed my eyes, my eyelashes trembling, and the breath I exhaled was colder than the depths of winter.

Lu, why did you do this?

Knowing Song Yu’s temperament, Lu hurt him, and Song Yu would never let Lu off easily.

“Song Yu, you win,” I said, lowering my head, gripping the blanket tightly, my veins bulging as if they were about to burst.

Song Yu curled his lips slightly, saying nothing.

With a hoarse voice, I let out a mocking laugh, “Tell me, what do I have to do this time for you to let Lu go?”

Song Yu chuckled lightly, as if he’d heard a particularly amusing joke.

“Bai Yu, do you think I’m threatening you?”

I glared at him coldly, retorting, “What else?”

Song Yu showing up here early in the morning, I couldn’t think of any other reason than using Lu to force me into something.

Song Yu sighed, a hint of disappointment in his voice, “Bai Yu, after all this time, you still don’t understand your position.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

Song Yu didn’t answer, just gave me a meaningful smile and started to leave the room.

Seeing Song Yu about to leave, I panicked.

If he just left, what would happen to Lu?

I jumped out of bed, ignoring the pain from my not-yet-healed wound, and quickly chased after him.

“Song Yu, you can’t leave!” I blocked his path with outstretched arms.

Song Yu looked down at me, his eyes narrowing sharply behind his glasses.

I lowered my gaze, my breathing chaotic, biting my lip, unsure of what to say.

Song Yu frowned, his expression darkening as if he’d lost patience. He pushed past me to leave.

I hurriedly grabbed his wrist, softening my voice in desperation, “Please.”

Song Yu turned around, smiling warmly, “What did you say?”

I took a deep breath, my lower lip nearly bitten through, and said slowly, “I beg you, let Lu go.”

“Do you like him?” Song Yu asked with a smile.

I didn’t know how to answer Song Yu’s question, so I vaguely replied, “He’s important to me.”

Song Yu clicked his tongue, his tone somewhat regretful, “He was willing to risk everything for you, yet you don’t like him.”

I didn’t have time to analyze Song Yu’s inexplicable words. All I knew was that if Lu went to jail because of me, I would never forgive myself.

“President Song, I’m begging you, please let Lu go this time. I’ll do anything you ask.” My eyes shimmered as I looked at him, my voice softened, my demeanor as lowly as a dog wagging its tail for mercy.

I knew Song Yu was a staunch egoist; he wouldn’t lift a finger for anything that didn’t benefit him.

Yet, my humble plea didn’t earn Song Yu’s sympathy.

He removed my hand, his voice as cold as ice. “Bai Yu, I warned you before, leaving me is easy, but coming back isn’t so simple.”

“I don’t always have the patience to give you another chance,” Song Yu said, then turned and headed towards the elevator.

My heart sank. I thought Song Yu was here to make me grovel or do some dirty work for him.

But now that I was willing to comply, he showed no interest.

Could it be that I was no longer of any use to him?

“President Song! President Song, you can’t leave. I’m begging you, Lu did this because of me. Please, let him go.” I rushed forward to block his path again.

Song Yu’s face was expressionless, his deep eyes fixated on me, an overwhelming pressure emanating from him, as if erecting insurmountable walls around me.

I couldn’t escape; I was trapped, struggling in this confined space, while Song Yu loomed above like a giant watching a frantic mouse scurry about.

“Song Yu, I was wrong. I’m begging you, give me one last chance. I won’t dare again. I’ll do whatever you say, just please spare Lu.”

“I’m begging you, I’m begging you for one more chance, Song Yu, please…” Tears streamed down my face, heedless of the curious glances from others in the corridor.

All I knew was that I had to save Lu. I couldn’t let him go to jail.

“Please, Song Yu, please… don’t leave… spare Lu this time, okay?” I clutched his sleeve, my voice hitching.

Song Yu looked at my tear-streaked face, silent for a long time, then said one word: “Okay.”

I jerked my head up, my tear-blurred eyes barely making out Song Yu’s face, feeling a sense of unreality.

“But,” Song Yu suddenly changed his tone.

My heart clenched, and I looked at him expectantly.

“He’s already been handed over to the prosecution. Even if I don’t hold him accountable, the authorities won’t release him.”

What… what does that mean?

The authorities?

Could it be… Lu really is going to jail this time?

What to do, he’s still so young.

The more I thought, the more panicked I became, my legs weak, and I stumbled backward, but Song Yu caught me.

I stared blankly at Song Yu, his face so close, within reach. In a daze, I reached out to him, like a drowning person desperately trying to grasp something.

In the end, Song Yu held my hand.

The warmth from his palm spread through my cold fingers and coursed through my body.

I didn’t understand why, even though this person was warm, I couldn’t feel any kindness or warmth from him.

“Song Yu, help me, just this last time.” I gently rested my forehead against his chest, both pleading and sincere. “I know that if you set your mind to it, there’s nothing you can’t achieve. Please, save Lu.”

Song Yu lifted my chin, his thumb wiping away the tear stains on my face, his tone dangerously soft yet exceedingly gentle. “Bai Yu, I can let him go, but from now on-”

“You mustn’t see him again.”

My expression froze, staring directly at Song Yu, unable to comprehend why he would make such a demand.

“Unwilling?” he questioned.

I quickly shook my head. “Alright, I promise you, I won’t see him anymore. As long as you can get Lu out, I’ll agree to anything.”

Song Yu ruffled my hair, chuckling softly. “Good girl, Bai is really obedient.”

Easter Egg:

Why would someone like Song Yu be interested in Bai Yu? Why did he dismiss two public relations professionals who liked him, yet seems to hold onto Bai Yu so tightly?

Is it just because of his looks?

Because of good intimacy?

It’s not like that.

Song Yu is a deeply scheming individual, so let’s focus on the emotional aspect.

Note: It’s not that Song Yu is holding onto Mr. Bai for no reason; it’s because Mr. Bai still holds value for him.

The value lies with the second male lead.

Back then, Song Yu arranged for Bai Yu to be sent to Catherine, who ‘coincidentally’ took Bai Yu to accompany a leader for dinner. While looking at the scenery through a telescope at the restaurant, Bai Yu and Chi Jin ‘happened’ to meet.

In fact, all of this was orchestrated by Song Yu through Catherine.

The purpose was to see what would happen between Bai Yu and Chi Jin. Some might wonder, how did Song Yu know there would be something between Bai Yu and Chi Jin?

Of course, Song Yu didn’t know, so he gambled. He wasn’t sure, but he’s a gambler. In business, a boss relies on 30% luck, 30% skill, and 40% sheer audacity. The bigger the risk, the greater the reward.

This also implies that the previous two public relations professionals failed to connect with Chi Jin. If they had succeeded, Bai Yu wouldn’t have been involved.

Now you understand.

As for Song Yu’s feelings towards Bai Yu, they are also influenced by this factor, leading to their interactions and the continuous development of their relationship.

As the saying goes, familiarity breeds affection. Those who understand, understand.