After I Was Gone, Mr. Song Said He Loved Me - Chapter 87 - Bai Yu Spits Blood and Is Rescued

Aunt Zhang quivered as I shouted at her, nearly sprinting out of the bathroom.

I sat on the cold tiled floor, hugging my knees and curling into a ball, my eyes fixated on a single spot, like a soulless puppet.

The words Song Yu had once spoken to me, the things he had done, replayed in my mind, chilling me to the bone. My heart seemed to have frozen into a lump of ice, harshly thrown to the ground and shattered into countless pieces. Yet strangely, it didn’t hurt as much as I had imagined.

It turned out that my heart had already died. How could a dead heart feel pain? I mocked myself with a bitter smile, the tears on my face slowly turning ice cold.

At this moment, all I felt was hatred.

If one could argue that Song Yu was somewhat innocent in the affairs concerning Lu, what had my sister done wrong? What had my father done wrong to deserve such an undeserved disaster?

Why?

Song Yu’s lies and secrecy indirectly led to these tragedies. If only he had told me sooner that he hadn’t paid the money, I could have managed it.

If not in one year, then two years; if not in two, then three or even a lifetime. There would eventually be a resolution.

Then my sister wouldn’t have suffered, and my father wouldn’t have been lost at sea.

Everything would have been fine.

Why? Why did Song Yu have to do this?

Why keep it from me and even take me away from Z Country? If I hadn’t made that call today, I might never have seen my father and sister again, unknowingly bearing the blood debt of my family while Song Yu abused me.

Disgusting, utterly disgusting.

I hated Song Yu, and I hated myself even more.

Why wasn’t it me who died?

Why wasn’t it me who bore all this? Why did innocent people have to pay such a heavy price for my capriciousness?

I’m the filthy one; take me instead.

Why harm my sister and my father?

Why?

The sound of anguished crying echoed in the bathroom for a long time, until my voice was so hoarse that I could no longer make a sound, and my tears were so dry that they hurt to shed. Only then did I stagger out of the bathroom.

The phone Song Yu had given me sat quietly on the nightstand, no missed calls indicating that Aunt Zhang hadn’t told Song Yu about me snatching her phone to make a call.

She probably feared his reprimand.

I wasn’t afraid of Aunt Zhang telling Song Yu. In fact, I wanted him to seek me out.

Because I wanted to kill him.

This thought had taken over all my thoughts, aligning perfectly with my actions.

I picked up the phone and dialed the only number inside. The call connected quickly.

“Bai Yu,” Song Yu immediately addressed me by my name.

“Are you coming home for dinner tonight? I’m waiting to eat with you,” I said softly.

“Tonight…” Song Yu hesitated for a few seconds, then chuckled, “Alright, I’ll try to come home early.”

After he finished speaking, I hung up the phone without another word.

I stared at the porcelain plate on the table, my gaze gradually darkening.

All afternoon, I had been grinding the porcelain shards, just like I used to sharpen fish hooks at home, endlessly grinding in the crevice of the floor-to-ceiling windows. My hands were covered in cuts oozing blood, but I felt no pain.

Compared to the suffering endured by my father, sister, and Lu, my wounds were trivial.

Looking at the increasingly sharp and pointed porcelain shards, the sense of revenge in my heart grew more intense. I even looked forward to seeing what it would look like when these shards pierced Song Yu’s neck.

Would he feel the pain? Would he want to speak but find himself unable to? Would he, like Lu and my father, be caught in the despair and terror of imminent death, unable to save himself?

These, he deserved to experience.

If this world is inherently unfair, then I am the one to set it right!

By evening, Song Yu hadn’t returned at the agreed time, nor had he called me.

I didn’t know if he was aware that I had reached out to someone outside, but thinking about it, that shouldn’t be the case. If he knew, he should have come back to find me.

What went wrong?

As the clock neared nine, not only had Song Yu not returned, but my stomach started to ache terribly, accompanied by dry heaving-possibly because I hadn’t eaten anything at noon.

Despite this, I insisted on calling Song Yu. I had to make him come back; I couldn’t wait any longer.

The phone rang for a long time with no answer.

This was Song Yu’s private number; he shouldn’t have ignored the call. Could he have sensed something?

Clutching my stomach, I called him again, and just when I thought no one would answer, Song Yu’s voice came through.

“Hello!” His voice was cold.

It had been a long time since Song Yu had spoken to me with such an attitude. These days, it was all sweet nothings and possessive declarations, better than any model husband. His sudden cold tone caught me off guard.

But I didn’t have time to think it over. I just wanted him to come back, I wanted to kill him, to make him pay.

“President Song, why haven’t you come back? I’ve been waiting for you,” I tried to make my voice sound softer.

“Something came up, what’s wrong?” Song Yu asked.

His mention of being busy meant he probably wouldn’t return tonight, which would ruin my plans.

I couldn’t wait another minute.

After a moment’s hesitation, I swallowed hard, breathing shallowly, “President Song, my stomach… it hurts so much…”

Although I wanted him to come back, I wasn’t lying. In just a few minutes, my stomach pain had escalated from burning to wrenching, as if countless nails were churning inside it, the pain bending me double.

“Go to the hospital if your stomach hurts. Why call me?” Song Yu said indifferently.

I was stunned. What was Song Yu talking about? Go to the hospital? He was the one who had locked me in the house, and now he’s telling me to go to the hospital?

“But…” Just as I was about to say more, another voice came through the phone: “Yu, I’m so tired, let’s not talk anymore.”

“Alright, Nian.”

Beep-

Before I could speak again, the call was disconnected.

It was Nian Hua.

Ah, so that’s why Song Yu hadn’t come home-he was with Nian Hua. No wonder he had hesitated when I called him at noon, he was with Nian Hua.

The phone in my hand was creaking from the force of my grip as I took a deep breath, then, like a mad person, I began smashing everything in the room that could be smashed or thrown. I screamed and roared, venting my feelings. My extreme hatred surged like a wild beast breaking free, uncontrollable.

Suddenly, my stomach clenched violently, and a salty, fishy liquid surged upwards.

I vomited uncontrollably, bending over as blood stained the grayish-white carpet-a vivid crimson without any food, just clear, visible blood.

This was the first time I had seen myself vomit blood.

Perhaps my emotions had been too intense because, at that moment, my head felt swollen and foggy, and my body grew heavier as if something was relentlessly pulling me down. The colors around me turned to black, and then I could see nothing at all…

When I woke up, I was in the hospital. Sitting beside my bed was none other than Chi Jin.

It turned out he had stormed into Song Yu’s villa and forcefully taken me away.

As I tried to sit up, I realized I couldn’t even move my pinky finger; my whole body felt limp.

“What’s wrong with me?” My voice was hoarse.

Chi Jin propped up another pillow behind me, his face filled with concern. “You just had surgery for a stomach tumor. You can’t move right now, nor can you eat.”

Only then did I feel a dull pain in my abdomen from the surgery. I wasn’t surprised he knew; after all, I was in a hospital, and such things were hard to keep secret.

Chi Jin seemed like he wanted to say something but wasn’t sure how to start. Finally, he just said, “I’m sorry.”

I looked at him, weakly moving the corners of my mouth. “Why apologize?”

“If I hadn’t kept you close to Song Yu, maybe none of this would have happened,” Chi Jin sighed deeply, his head bowed.

“This isn’t your fault. Even without you, Lu would have gone after Song Yu desperately, and my family would still have suffered accidents because of the burial ground issues. It’s I who should be apologizing to you. I always trouble you and can’t help you with anything.”

As I said this, tears uncontrollably started streaming down my face: “I’m useless, Chi Jin. I can’t do anything. Lu is dead, and I can’t avenge him. My sister was humiliated, and my father’s fate is unknown…”

“Why aren’t these burdens mine to bear? I should be the one to die.”

“Why? Why?”

“Chi Jin, what should I do?” By the end, I was sobbing uncontrollably. The intense emotions aggravated my surgical wound, feeling as if my intestines were being pulled out, with every organ aching in sympathy.

Chi Jin took my hand, comforting me. “Bai Yu, this isn’t your fault. If anyone should bear the blame, it should be Song Yu. He is the instigator behind all of this.”

I cried inconsolably, trapped in a net of regret and self-blame that I couldn’t destroy or escape from, feeling it cut deeper into my flesh, the pain nearly killing me.

“Bai Yu, I’m really sorry about your family. I wish I could have helped sooner, but things have been tense with my father. We haven’t found a good project to bring in funds, and the bank’s stock is about to expire,” Chi Jin sighed deeply, indicating that the trip to M Country hadn’t gone well.

“No, it’s me who should apologize. I couldn’t help you find that account book,” I said, feeling guilty.

“Actually, confirming the existence of that account book has been a huge help. My father wasn’t sure if Song Yu had it. If he didn’t, we wouldn’t have to worry about him. But now that we know he does, we need to plan carefully. Right now, the most important thing is to regain control of Huanya. It’s all about who has more money.”

Hearing this, I suddenly remembered something Song Yu mentioned when we were in the study, about investing in offshore oil with a woman named Aria.

“I think I heard Song Yu talk about something that might help you.”

Chi Jin’s expression brightened immediately. “Tell me.”

I recounted the conversation between Song Yu and Aria from memory. Chi Jin grew more excited as he listened, gripping my hand with enthusiasm. “Bai Yu, you’ve been a huge help.”

I looked at him, puzzled.

A cold smile appeared in Chi Jin’s eyes as he stared into the distance. “Song Yu’s good days are finally coming to an end. Let’s see how he recovers from this.”

I didn’t know what Chi Jin planned to do to Song Yu, but as long as it brought him down, I didn’t care what methods he used, even if they were underhanded.

I hated Song Yu, wished he would die.

If I could, I’d kill him myself.