After I Was Gone, Mr. Song Said He Loved Me - Chapter 95 - Song Yu Kisses Bai Yu, Accompanies for Surgery, Song Yu's Perspective

After an intense stare-off, Song Yu was the first to back down.

“You’re helping Chi Jin so much, do you like him?” he asked me.

I was almost amused by his question. I was asking him something serious, and he was asking if I liked Chi Jin.

“Song Yu, what nonsense are you spouting?” I scolded him coldly.

Song Yu’s lips pressed into a straight line, looking at me with grievance. “Chi Jin said you two are together. I didn’t believe it, but seeing you now, I don’t know what to believe.”

I couldn’t be bothered with him and retorted irritably, “Then just believe it. It’s exactly as you think.”

Song Yu fell silent again, standing tall at six foot three in front of me, and suddenly I felt like a student being reprimanded by a teacher.

I sighed, looking at him calmly. “Song Yu, you promised me you’d give Chi Jin a chance. You can’t go back on your word.

“Bai Yu, why do you still speak for Chi Jin when you know he’s been deceiving and using you?”

“Why is everything I say or do wrong?” Song Yu’s chest heaved violently, clearly agitated.

I narrowed my eyes, a mocking smile on my lips. “Chi Jin used me, but he never hurt me. And you? I was tied to a bed by Wang Li’an for over two hours. Where were you? You were calculating how to make it look like a prostitution scene.”

“Later, I fell for you, knowing it was impossible between us. I wanted to leave, but what did you do? You used Wang Li’an’s case to threaten me, forcing me to stay and work for you. Even when I was in pain, I had to accompany you to put on a show for Nian Hua.”

“Song Yu, you say you like me. Is this what you call liking?”

“When I was on the operating table, where were you? Oh, right, you were having hotpot with Nian Hua.” As I spoke, tears streamed down my face. “I hated you so much then, I really, really hated you.”

“Later, even knowing Lu was dead, you used it to bind me, watching me run around for projects, drinking myself into oblivion. To connect with the electric company, I almost got assaulted by Ren Hechuan.”

“After all this, you said you loved me, locked me in your villa, cut me off from the world, so I didn’t know when my sister was violated or when my father had a maritime accident. And you forced yourself on me every day.”

“Song Yu, in all these things, which one did I say wrong?”

“Chi Jin may be despicable, but compared to your misdeeds, it’s nothing.”

“Sometimes I really wonder, how could I have been so blind to fall for you? Why did I like you?”

Tears of sorrow soaked my cheeks, my shoulders trembling with intense emotions. Even as I recounted Song Yu’s wrongs against me, I was more pained than anyone, as if the scars in my heart were being ripped open, forcing me to face the bloody wounds–the price of my foolishness.

“I’m sorry, Bai Yu, I’m sorry…” Song Yu pulled me into his embrace, apologizing repeatedly. “Bai Yu, give me a chance. I was wrong before. I didn’t understand my feelings. I thought my desire for you was only physical. I thought I wouldn’t love anyone again. I thought all I wanted was power and profit, but I didn’t realize I had strayed from my path. I’m sorry, Bai Yu, I realized too late.”

“I don’t want to hear your apologies. Let me go, let go!” I pushed against his chest, struggling fiercely. “Song Yu, let me go, you… mm…”

Suddenly, my head was held, and Song Yu’s lips pressed against mine.

My mind went blank for a moment, but after the brief shock, I struggled even more fiercely. Yet Song Yu showed no sign of letting go, so I had to knee him in the groin.

As a man, I knew Song Yu couldn’t withstand this blow. Sure enough, his face changed, he groaned, and stepped back, looking at me in pain.

I wiped my mouth harshly with the back of my hand, wishing I could scrub the skin off.

“Song Yu, you’re such a bastard!” I shouted with red eyes and turned to run away.

Actually, I felt guilty for hitting Song Yu’s vital part just now, afraid he’d cause trouble for me, so I pretended to be calm and left first. Fortunately, Song Yu didn’t chase after me, and my heart slowly settled.

What bad luck, I came out for nothing and got kissed.

When I returned to the ward, I had lost my appetite. I asked Aida to clear the things away and lay back on the bed. Seeing my bad mood, Aida didn’t say much and quietly took the meal tray out of the room.

That night, I couldn’t sleep. Even though I took sedatives, they had no effect, and I spent the night dreaming about Song Yu.

Both good and bad dreams.

The next morning, I met Dr. David with dark circles under my eyes.

Aida translated beside me, telling me that today I would undergo a targeted gallbladder tumor biopsy. The extracted cells would then be tested, and if the results were within the surgical range, they could proceed to remove part of the diseased tissue. Aida also said that today’s procedure wouldn’t require an incision, just a thin tube inserted into my abdomen to extract the diseased tissue, reducing trauma and preventing the spread of the diseased tissue.

Although Aida spoke lightly, having experienced half a year of treatment at Saint Riof, I knew that the process of treating cancer was never easy. Even though there were anesthetics during surgery, the postoperative side effects were truly painful.

I was very afraid in my heart.

Song Yu said he would accompany me for the check-up, but he didn’t show up, which secretly relieved me because I didn’t want him to see me in such a miserable state during treatment.

After each chemotherapy or surgery, I had to lie in bed for at least ten days to half a month, tormented by the side effects of the medication to the point where I was neither human nor ghost. I absolutely did not want Song Yu to see me like that.

After changing into sterile clothing, I entered the operating room and lay on the surgical bed. Because it was abdominal local anesthesia, I was very conscious. I could clearly see the doctor inserting the machine, the nurse pushing the syringe to prepare the medication, and various surgical instruments laid out on the surgical tray beside me. My heart was pounding, both nervous and scared.

At this moment, the door of the operating room suddenly opened. A person in a blue sterile suit walked in. Although he wore a mask covering his mouth and nose, I recognized him at once as Song Yu.

Why… why was he here?

Song Yu walked over to Dr. David and said something. I could vaguely hear a few words like ‘my wife,’ ‘health,’ ‘pain,’ and so on.

I didn’t need to think to know he was talking to the doctor about me. Although I was very dissatisfied with his ‘my wife,’ I was on the operating table and didn’t have the strength to argue with him. I just wanted to get through this surgery smoothly.

Song Yu came to my side and grasped my hand. I instinctively wanted to pull away, but my wrist was tied to the side of the bed, so I couldn’t move. I simply stopped trying to avoid him.

“Bai, don’t be afraid. Dr. David is the most authoritative doctor in all of M Country. With him personally performing the surgery, you’ll be fine.”

I didn’t respond, just nodded with a tense face.

Although I didn’t have a good impression of Song Yu at the moment, I had to admit that having him by my side eased the tension considerably.

During the surgery, Song Yu kept talking to me, recounting our past, occasionally apologizing and repenting. Eventually, I couldn’t take it anymore and told him to shut up.

Song Yu didn’t dare provoke me and obediently stood by my side, holding my hand.

I thought, if he could let me have some peace and quiet, he could hold my hand as much as he wanted.

Song Yu’s Diary

September 28, 2021, Sunny.

“In a capitalist society, economic progress means turmoil.” — Joseph Schumpeter.

I met an interesting person at the bar, not a decent person, yet with a pure face that amazed me. So, I hired him as my personal public relations and had a relationship with him.

It had no special meaning, purely a physical release. That kid Luan Qi was getting on my nerves. Indeed, you can’t mess with kids; they’ll cause endless trouble once you do.

But this Bai Yu was quite good. Although only twenty, he was clever and knew how to handle things. Most importantly–he was greedy.

Once a person has a need for material things, it becomes much easier to manipulate them.

Oh, and what intrigued me the most was that, despite it being his first time, he insisted on pretending to be experienced, crying his heart out.

I even suspected he was made of water. How could a man cry more than a woman?

But seeing him cry was quite beautiful; he had no problem coaxing men.

Bai Yu, if trained well, could be a good public relations professional.

The stock market has been quite volatile lately. Aria said Chi Changmin plans to send his son back to the country to learn business from me.

The old fox finally couldn’t hide his tail and is about to make a move.

I wonder how long I can keep the account book a secret. If Chi Changmin finds out that I don’t have that account book, he might have thrown me in jail long ago.

Tired, very tired.

I must quickly consolidate funds domestically and secure my stock to have a fighting chance against Chi Changmin.

This is my last chance.

October 5, 2021

There is no best, only the most suitable. There is no universal management principle or method that applies to all situations; management must be based on specific circumstances. — Fiedler

As expected, Nian Hua still came.

He knew yesterday I hosted a banquet for Wu Guangzhi, yet he still came.

After all these years, he’s still the same, with an appearance of purity and innocence. Only I know he’s rotten inside.

I can tolerate emotions fading due to time or distance, but I cannot tolerate betrayal and infidelity based on insult.

I gave Nian Hua a chance.

But when he came today, I knew his rotten heart was stirring again.