After I Was Gone, Mr. Song Said He Loved Me - Chapter 94 - I'll Go Check on the Dog

I have the recording. It took me a long time to persuade Chi Jin to send it to me, and I’ve kept it in my WeChat favorites ever since.

The reason for keeping this recording was in case I ever needed to sue Song Yu, it could serve as evidence. Moreover, it constantly reminded me that Song Yu is a bastard.

Seeing that I was hesitating to play the recording, Song Yu said seriously, “Bai Yu, although I’m not a good person, I would never commit murder or break the law.”

“I think you’ve been deceived, and if I’m not mistaken, the one who deceived you is Chi Jin.”

“No, that’s impossible. It’s you. Don’t accuse others,” I shouted.

“Then play it, let’s see if I really deceived you,” Song Yu stared at me intently.

Reluctantly, I swallowed hard. “Fine, I’ll play it now. Let’s see how you try to argue.”

I picked up the phone beside my pillow and played the audio clip.

Around 23 seconds into the playback, Song Yu suddenly stopped me.

“Play it again.”

I sneered, “What’s wrong? Have you forgotten what you said yourself?”

Ignoring me, Song Yu frowned and repeated, “Play it again.”

I played it again, still filled with anger.

After it finished this time, Song Yu’s tense expression suddenly relaxed, and he let out a mocking laugh.

“What are you laughing at?” I asked him.

“I’m laughing at how you can’t tell the real from the fake, being fooled for so long.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, my face darkening. “What’s real and what’s fake?”

“This is indeed a conversation between me and the director, but it’s been edited.”

“Edited?” I’d only heard that term in movies.

“Did Chi Jin give this to you?” Song Yu asked disdainfully.

I nodded.

Song Yu sighed helplessly, “He maliciously spliced my conversation with Director Zhang, distorting my meaning.”

“Are you saying Chi Jin deliberately framed you? How is that possible? How did he get this recording?”

“Director Zhang recorded many such phone calls to extort money and benefits. He’s been dismissed now. This conversation is just one of many, and it wasn’t hard for Chi Jin to obtain it.”

“I’ll have Yewen get a complete recording from the court.”

My head hurt, my thoughts racing but unable to untangle the connections.

Could it be… that Chi Jin really made a fake recording to deceive me?

Thinking back, every time I wanted to confront Song Yu, Chi Jin stopped me. Now that I think about it, there were clues all along.

“Fan Lu’s death in prison wasn’t orchestrated by me; it was an accident. During police interrogation, those people said it was because Lu was good-looking but had a bad temper. Knowing Lu wouldn’t be in the detention center for long, they wanted to teach him a lesson before he left, not expecting Lu to be so strong-willed and commit suicide.”

“I’m sorry, Bai Yu. It was wrong of me to hide Lu’s situation from you. I didn’t know what to do at the time, and I was afraid to tell you.”

“If you found out Lu died, you’d definitely leave Huanya and leave me.”

“I was selfish. I’ve done many wrong things and don’t dare to ask for your forgiveness. I just want to help you get better now. Once you’re healthier, I won’t hold you back anymore.”

“But you must listen to me now. Stabilize your condition here first, and we’ll talk about everything else later, okay?” Song Yu looked at me humbly, his words cautious.

“Song Yu, even if what you say is true, it doesn’t erase the wrongs you’ve done in the past. I still dislike you and will never forgive you,” I said calmly, speaking my mind.

Even if Chi Jin might have deceived and used me, that’s no reason for me to forgive Song Yu.

“Fine, I’ll listen to whatever you say, except for one thing: you must listen to me. Control your illness first. Dr. David says your condition is very concerning.”

“Bai Yu, you can resent me, hate me, do whatever you want, but you must stay here and get better. Beyond that, you can do as you please.”

“I don’t want to see you now. Leave!” I turned away, not wanting to argue with Song Yu anymore. My mind was in chaos.

Song Yu stood there, exhaling deeply, and finally had to compromise, “Fine, I’ll leave. Rest well. There’s an important examination tomorrow, and I’ll come to accompany you.”

“No need, I don’t–” Before I could finish, Song Yu hurriedly left the room, afraid to hear what he didn’t want to.

After the intense argument, the large room suddenly became quiet, but my heart couldn’t settle.

The information Song Yu brought was overwhelming, making it impossible for me to digest it all at once.

What saddened me most was that after hating Song Yu for so long, believing he was involved in every incident, I realized I had hated the wrong person.

All along, hating Song Yu, treating him as an enemy, venting all my anger and injustice on him had become a way to atone for my guilt.

But now, Song Yu blocked that outlet with facts, leaving me without a legitimate reason to seek solace for the family and friends I lost. It felt like losing the goal I’d relied on for survival for so long.

Suddenly, I didn’t know what to do.

True to his word, Song Yu didn’t appear all afternoon. I thought he had left, but when I opened the balcony window, I saw him sitting outside in the yard, smoking. As soon as I opened the window, he spotted me. I closed the window with a cold expression and left the room to explore my surroundings.

Morrison Hospital wasn’t like Saint Riof. There were many Chinese people here, and most of the patients on my floor were either wealthy or influential. Talking to them, I learned they were all cancer patients.

It turned out Song Yu hadn’t lied to me. Morrison Hospital is the only hospital in M Country that integrates research and treatment. Many anti-cancer drugs worldwide are developed in Morrison’s labs.

When I asked about Saint Riof sanatorium, everyone said they hadn’t heard of it.

I already knew this answer, but I still held onto a sliver of hope that Chi Jin hadn’t deceived me. After all, the companionship over the past six months wasn’t fake, or perhaps it was proof that I wasn’t so bad, that someone genuinely cared for me. But the results were always disappointing.

I’m a failure–a failure to my family, to my friends, and to myself.

I called my mom and talked about many things. She thought I was facing difficulties at work and kept comforting me, saying if things weren’t going well, I could come home. She even joked that she could take care of two people just as easily as one.

Listening to my mom’s words, I felt both warmth and sadness. If she knew I had cancer, how much pain would she endure?

During previous treatments, the pain was unbearable, and I often thought about giving up. But then I thought about my mom, a woman without a husband or son, taking care of a mentally unstable daughter alone. I couldn’t bear to imagine how she would live her life afterward.

Song Yu may be a scoundrel, but treating illness is not a wrongdoing.

For the sake of my mother and sister, I must live well. Consider it as Song Yu owing me, and now it’s time for him to repay.

After chatting with my mom for a while, my mood seemed to ease a bit. I took my medication and fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was already evening. Just as I was about to sit up, a crisp female voice startled me.

“Phew, Mr. Bai, you’re finally awake. I’ve been waiting for you for two hours.”

I looked up to see a girl around my age walking towards me with a cheerful smile. “Hello, my name is Aida. I’m an intern from Z Country studying here at Morrison, now your dedicated caregiver.”

“Dedicated… caregiver?” I was still groggy from sleep, my mind not fully processing her words.

“Yes, you can ask me for anything at any time. I can also be your translator and chat with you to relieve boredom.” Aida stood in front of me, her pretty face showing a sincere smile, yet I felt no fondness for her.

Because she was Song Yu’s person.

In this hospital, everything was arranged by Song Yu, including this girl named Aida.

“It was Song Yu who sent you, wasn’t it?” I said expressionlessly.

Despite my coldness, Aida didn’t mind and responded enthusiastically, “Yes, Mr. Song said you are his beloved. Since you’re always angry with him, he doesn’t dare to come see you, so he sent me to accompany you.”

“Wha… what? Beloved!?” I was so angry that my face twitched. “Who is his beloved? How shameless can he be!?”

Aida giggled, “When my boyfriend makes me angry, I say the same thing.”

I didn’t bother arguing with her further and picked up my phone to fiddle with it.

Aida glanced at her watch and said, “Mr. Bai, I’ll go get your dinner, it’s Z Country cuisine.”

I continued to play with my phone, not responding.

Aida wasn’t upset and turned to leave the room.

Seeing her leave, I finally breathed a sigh of relief. Having a fellow countryman accompany me didn’t make me happy; instead, it made me more irritated.

Clearly, Song Yu had sent someone to monitor me.

I slipped on my slippers and prepared to go to the balcony for some fresh air. As soon as I opened the window, I saw Song Yu still sitting in that chair, not having moved at all. He looked somewhat forlorn, but my appearance instantly lifted his spirits. Even from a distance, I could see the smile blooming on his face.

Damn it, the more you don’t want to see something, the more it appears.

I angrily slammed the window shut.

Coincidentally, Aida returned at that moment and asked, seeing my furious expression, “What’s wrong, Mr. Bai?”

“There’s a dog outside, it’s annoying,” I replied coldly, sitting back on the bed.

“A dog? How could there be a dog in the hospital?” Aida placed the food on the small table and walked towards the balcony. After looking out, she burst into laughter, “Are you referring to President Song?”

I snorted disdainfully; the answer was obvious.

“Mr. Bai, I don’t know why you’re arguing with Mr. Song, but I think Mr. Song really likes you.” Aida said while setting the tableware.

“Aida!” I said sternly, not wanting to hear any more about Song Yu.

“Oh, I won’t say anymore.” Aida bit her lip, giving a mischievous smile, then placed the snacks and soup in front of me and casually picked up the remote to turn on the TV.

Morrison Hospital, due to having many Chinese patients, was equipped with satellite TV in the rooms, allowing access to domestic news reports. M Country’s local TV programs also had Chinese subtitles.

When the TV turned on, the first channel was the finance channel, showing clips of Song Yu and Chi Jin’s father next to the host.

Aida, fearing I might get angry, picked up the remote to change the channel.

“Wait!” I stopped her.

The TV was broadcasting the disbandment of the financial giant HuanYa Group and the imprisonment of Chi Jin’s father due to black account books.

Black account books? Wasn’t that Song Yu’s doing?

Host: The former president of the BM Financial Trade Association, former chairman of HuanYa Group, Chi Changmin, was involved in smuggling, drug sales, and during the financial storm, used illicit transactions to collude with government officials, obtaining illegal project investments. The global cumulative amount reached 400 billion euros, with extensive involvement and extremely adverse effects. The prosecution has now issued an arrest warrant.

Aida, seeing my serious expression, commented, “I never thought Chairman Chi would do such things. He once came to our school to give a speech as a representative of Chinese enterprises.”

I was stunned, “What about Song Yu? How can he walk away unscathed?”

Chi Jin clearly said these were all Song Yu’s doing, so how did it suddenly become his father’s fault?

And the account book, wasn’t it full of Song Yu’s black accounts? Why is he unaffected?

Chi Jin had me meticulously retrieve that account book to bring down Song Yu, so why has everything changed now?

How could this happen?

“I’m not sure about that, but President Song is now the new chairman of HuanYa Group,” Aida said.

“What about Chi Jin?” I asked.

“Chi Jin?” Aida seemed unaware of who Chi Jin was.

I knew asking her was pointless, so I got out of bed to find Song Yu for answers myself.

Although these business disputes had nothing to do with me, I was the one used from beginning to end. I must know the truth; even if I’m just a pawn, I want to be a clear one.

“Mr. Bai, where are you going?” Aida put down her chopsticks to follow me out.

“You don’t need to come.” I stopped her.

Aida immediately stood still, looking at me pitifully.

I thought for a moment and said, “I’m going out to see the dog.”

Aida was momentarily stunned, then quickly understood, laughing, “Okay, I’ll keep the soup warm for you to eat when you return.”

I went to the garden at the back of the hospital. Song Yu was still smoking, the empty cigarette box beside the chair filled with extinguished butts.

Seeing me approach, he quickly stood up, his eyes filled with undisguised joy and surprise, “Bai, why are you out here?”

I had no time for small talk and directly asked, “Is Chi Jin’s family’s situation your doing?”

I didn’t believe Song Yu was innocent in this matter.

Song Yu’s smile froze, his voice turning cold, “Bai, this isn’t something you should be concerned about.”

“Do you think I want to care? Did you ask me when you used me?”

“Bai Yu!”

“Song Yu!”

We stared at each other intensely, and finally…