After I Was Gone, Mr. Song Said He Loved Me - Chapter 99 - Song Yu is Dying (Part 1)

——I know what I’m about to ask is excessive… but I truly have no other way. Right now, with Huanya’s situation, if no one takes responsibility, the International Trade Organization will never let it go. Then Felt Group will contact other consortiums to squeeze Huanya out of M Country. It’s already hard enough for Chinese people to do business abroad. If Huanya is kicked out as well, we’ll have even less say in the international market.

——So what you mean is…?

——I… I hope you can step forward… and take responsibility for this. You’re Huanya’s chief operating officer, you have both the opportunity and the capability to handle this, your credibility is high. Only this way will they believe it has nothing to do with Huanya, and Huanya can be preserved. Of course, I wouldn’t really let you take this risk. I’ve already contacted the inspection authorities in M Country. You just need to go through the procedure, then you’ll be sent back to Z Country. On the surface, it’s a deportation for investigation, but then you’ll go directly back to the Asia division to continue working. I’ll take care of things at headquarters. I know this is difficult for you, but senior brother truly has no other way. Yu, Huanya can’t do without you.

I’ve thought about it, if you get through this, you’ll be someone who has shared life and death with Huanya. I’ll give you 40% of Huanya’s stock as compensation. Yu, please help your senior brother, will you?

After a long silence on the audio, Song Yu spoke.

——Alright, I’ll do it.

——Ah, this… this is really… thank you so much! I know this is asking too much, but senior brother really…

——Senior brother, I understand, you don’t need to say any more. All these years, you’ve helped me a lot. Now that Huanya is in trouble, I should step forward.

——Yu, ah, this is really hard on you.

——It’s alright, senior brother.

The audio stopped here.

Chi Jin shook his head stiffly, his breath trembling: “No… impossible, my father… how could he… it’s not possible…”

“He’s such an outstanding entrepreneur, a philanthropist, he’s given countless people job opportunities, he… how could he…”

Chi Jin muttered over and over, like he’d lost his mind, the gun pressing to my head slowly shifting aside. At this moment, I felt like I could move my fingers a little. Maybe it was because I’d just vomited out a lot of the drug, so its effect wasn’t as strong.

I tried flexing the muscles in my thighs, and I could feel them a bit. Chi Jin had a gun and was so agitated–I absolutely couldn’t just sit here and wait for death, or both Song Yu and I would be in danger. I glanced at Song Yu, then shifted my gaze slowly over to Chi Jin behind me. Even though I couldn’t speak, I firmly believed Song Yu understood what I meant.

Catching my signal, Song Yu took off his glasses and put them in his pocket, signaling to me that he was ready.

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and summoned all my strength to hook my heel and slam it viciously into Chi Jin’s groin.

Ah–ugh!

Chi Jin doubled over with a muffled cry of pain, releasing his hold on me. Song Yu lunged forward in a stride and kicked Chi Jin hard in the stomach. Chi Jin fell to the ground, the gun in his hand sliding under a nearby shelf.

Song Yu pinned Chi Jin down, raising his fists and hammering them crazily into Chi Jin’s face. Although Chi Jin wasn’t as strong as Song Yu, he was no shorter in height. The two of them instantly became entangled in a fierce struggle.

I collapsed on the floor; that kick I gave Chi Jin had drained all my strength. I wanted to call for help, but my weak voice was drowned out by their fight.

The two men wrestled violently in the cramped warehouse, shelves knocked askew, medicine bottles scattered everywhere. Neither would yield, heavy punches landing on each other again and again. After a bout of fighting, Chi Jin gradually weakened, and Song Yu pinned him to the ground, beating him unilaterally.

At first, Chi Jin could occasionally fight back, but soon he couldn’t move at all, lying there rigidly as Song Yu’s punches rained down on his face, silent, head bowed like a corpse.

Song Yu’s fists were covered in blood–Chi Jin’s blood.

I knew if this went on, Song Yu would definitely kill Chi Jin.

“Song… Song Yu, stop, you’ll kill him!” I called out weakly.

But Song Yu seemed not to hear, gripping Chi Jin’s collar, punching again and again. Sticky blood smeared Chi Jin’s face, making him unrecognizable, head drooping as if dead, not even crying out.

“Song Yu! Stop! You really will kill him! Song Yu…”

I struggled to crawl behind Song Yu, kneeling and hugging his waist, crying as I tried to stop him: “Don’t hit him anymore, Song Yu, if you kill Chi Jin, you’ll go to jail too, Song Yu… please, don’t…”

“I’m begging you, please stop!”

Maybe my crying finally brought Song Yu back to his senses. He finally stopped, slowly turned to look at me, and in the next moment pulled me tightly into his arms, as if holding a rare treasure.

“Bai, Bai, Bai…” Song Yu’s chin rested on my shoulder, calling my name again and again.

I buried my face in his shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably–grievance, fear, and the relief of surviving after a disaster.

“It’s alright, Bai, it’s over, it’s all over… no one can hurt you anymore.” Song Yu gently stroked my back, soothing me softly, then took off his shirt and draped it over me, picking me up in his arms and walking toward the door.

I shrank in Song Yu’s embrace, my ear pressed to his chest, feeling his strong, powerful heartbeat–so warm and reassuring. Just like the night Grandpa died, when he held me like this. It had never changed.

Turns out, Song Yu’s name had always been branded deep in my memory.

I had never forgotten.

I looked up at Chi Jin lying on the ground, and saw that he had crawled near the shelf. Suddenly, I remembered that during their fight, Song Yu had knocked his gun under that shelf.

A flash of white light streaked through my mind.

“Song Yu, careful–”

The moment I called out, Chi Jin had already grabbed the gun and aimed it at Song Yu’s back.

Bang!

In the blink of an eye, the bullet pierced Song Yu’s left shoulder, the force making his body tilt forward, then he just stood there, unmoving.

“Song Yu!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.

Bang——

Another shot. This time it hit Song Yu’s calf. He dropped to one knee instantly, unable to hold me anymore, his body collapsing to the floor, and I rolled from his arms.

The two gunshots immediately alerted the bodyguards outside. Luo Yewen led people to break in. Just as Chi Jin was about to fire a third shot, Luo Yewen hurled a dagger straight into the hand holding the gun. Chi Jin screamed in pain, the pistol falling to the ground.

The bodyguards swarmed forward, pinning Chi Jin to the ground, rendering him immobile.

I crawled over to Song Yu, holding him in my arms, too frightened to speak coherently. “Song Yu, Song Yu, are you okay? Song Yu… Song Yu, don’t scare me, Song Yu…”

Suddenly, I felt a wetness on my hand. I opened my palm to see it covered in glaring blood.

My hands trembled, and my voice broke into a sob, “Song Yu, you’re bleeding, bleeding so much… Song Yu, don’t scare me, I’m scared…”

“Song Yu, I’m begging you, say something, I’m begging you, don’t scare me…”

“Song Yu, don’t die, don’t die… say something… I’m begging you…”

At this moment, several bodyguards came over to take Song Yu away. Luo Yewen hurriedly stepped forward to stop them. “Don’t move him recklessly. The boss has been shot near the heart. If moved improperly, it could easily cause a ventricular rupture and massive bleeding. I’ll stop the bleeding first. Notify the hospital staff to come to the warehouse and prepare O-type blood.”

Luo Yewen took off his vest, tore it in half, and used one piece to press against Song Yu’s left shoulder and the other to tie around the bleeding spot on his calf. I could clearly see Luo Yewen’s hands trembling.

Song Yu’s eyes opened slightly, his lips turning frost-white, his voice weak, “It’s okay, I won’t… I won’t die, cough cough…”

A large mouthful of blood gushed from Song Yu’s mouth.

Tears streamed down my face as I cried intermittently, “Song Yu, you’re lying to me, you’re bleeding, bleeding so much, will you die? Don’t die, Song Yu, don’t die…”

“Bai Yu, if cough cough…” Song Yu coughed violently again, probably because the blood had flowed back into his trachea.

“Don’t speak, Song Yu, the doctor will be here soon, you’ll be okay…”

“Bai, if I… if I were to… if I were to die, would you… would you forgive me…”

“You won’t die, didn’t you say you wouldn’t die? You can’t die… Song Yu… I won’t let you die…”

“Bai, I’m… sorry, I might… might have to… break my promise… if I really die, I don’t want to leave with regrets… I want… to hear you say you… forgive me…”

“No… no, I don’t want you to die, if you die, I’ll never forgive you, do you hear me? Song Yu, I don’t want you to die, don’t die, I’m begging you…”

Song Yu grasped my hand, weakly curling his lips into a smile, his breath already faltering, “Bai, there’s something… I’ve never told you…”

“Say it, I’m listening.” I cried, pressing my ear close.

“Bai, I… love you.”

Song Yu’s words were as faint as a mosquito’s hum, yet they struck my heart like a bomb, shattering the walls I’d painstakingly built, and boldly occupying my heart.

Why are we always like this?

At the wrong time, feeling what we shouldn’t feel.

Either I love him and he doesn’t love me, or he loves me and I hate him. Just when I’m about to soften my heart, we face a parting by death.

Why?

Why does fate always play such jokes on me?

Suddenly, Song Yu’s hand holding mine fell weakly, his eyes slowly closing.

“Song Yu! Song Yu! Don’t sleep, Song Yu!” I was so scared that my tears dried up, my mind went blank, and the cloth stopping the bleeding on Song Yu’s left shoulder was soaked, blood dripping through my fingers.

At this moment, doctors arrived with a stretcher. Song Yu had already fainted from excessive blood loss.

The doctor quickly disinfected Song Yu’s arm and injected medication into his vein, then directed Luo Yewen and others to lift Song Yu onto the stretcher, sending him back to the car and rushing to the hospital emergency building.

Before leaving, Luo Yewen tossed me a set of clothes and pants, saying flatly, “Bai Yu, the boss was smart all his life, the only mistake he made was falling for you.” With that, he left without looking back.

I stood there like a fool, unable to say or do anything, just standing there crying, watching the car carrying Song Yu speed away, as if all the light in my world vanished with that car.

I lowered my head, tears already blurring my vision.

I used to hate Song Yu so much, wishing him dead, and now that he’s really dying, why am I so sad?

My heart felt like it was being torn apart, pain causing my whole body to convulse.

Why is it like this?

Shouldn’t I be happy? Isn’t this what I wanted?

Yet now, a voice in my head is screaming that I don’t want Song Yu to die, I don’t want Song Yu to leave me.

So–

Song Yu, I beg you, you mustn’t let anything happen.

I haven’t forgiven you yet, you can’t just leave me like this.

Please, please, you must survive.

At this moment, Aida came running from afar, trembling as she saw the tragic scene, “Mr. Bai, what happened? Where’s President Song? You’re covered in blood, are you hurt?”

“No, I need to find Song Yu.” I muttered to myself, tying the loose waistband into a knot.

“What?” Aida didn’t immediately understand my words.

“Aida, take me to the emergency room, I need to find Song Yu, I want to be by his side.” I grabbed Aida’s hand and headed towards the hospital building.

“Oh, okay!” Aida, not knowing why, followed as I pulled her along.

At the entrance of the emergency room, Luo Yewen and several bodyguards were all standing guard outside, the words “In Surgery” glaring above the door.

“Where’s Song Yu, how is he?” I asked Luo Yewen.

Luo Yewen looked at the emergency room door, shaking his head, “He was unconscious before going in, the doctor said the bullet’s position is bad, too close to the heart, the boss…”

As Luo Yewen spoke, he suddenly covered his face and cried.

My body sank, my feet seemed to lose support, stumbling backward uncontrollably, almost falling to the ground, luckily Aida stepped forward to catch me.