Daddy, Mommy Ran Away

Shen Jun listened with a heart full of dread. Although he had heard about the past, seeing Nuan Qianqing in such a state today really pained him. He said gravely, “Uncle Zeng, don’t worry, Haoyin isn’t heartless. But, you mentioned that Sister Qing has forgotten everything from these past six years, why has she forgotten me too? We’ve played together since we were children.”

Uncle Zeng’s expression turned grateful at first, but soon after, his mood darkened like thick clouds rolling across the sky. He leaned against the wall, supporting his frail body, “Miss is very disoriented, it’s not just amnesia. Sometimes she’s lucid, sometimes not. When she woke up, she only remembered me, not even the master or madam. She kept calling for Young Master Yin, and the master and madam didn’t have the heart to send her to a psychiatric hospital, so they just brought her back…”

At that moment, a sharp scream, like a streak of lightning tearing through the sky, suddenly erupted from the room.

The three exchanged looks and rushed in. Underneath the desk, a white figure was curled up, her low sobs of panic and pain twined around their hearts like countless threads. Leng Haoyin stepped forward quickly, squatting down and enveloping her in his arms.

“Ah-” The sudden force frightened the already terrified person even more. She screamed, her hands resisting, her voice hoarse and broken like torn cotton, painfully heartfelt.

“Don’t be afraid, Brother Yin is here.” Gently stroking her head, Leng Haoyin’s tone was as tender as if he were comforting a beloved pet, “No one can hurt you.”

Nuan Qianqing’s hands shifted from resisting to clutching his collar. Her familiar voice was like a sedative, sinking into her heart. She looked up, her long eyelashes wet with tears, a hint of joy surfacing in her heart, “Brother Yin, it really is you, don’t leave me.”

“Sweetheart, I won’t leave you.” Her vulnerable, rabbit-like demeanor pained him, her grip on his collar making him furrow his brows deeply, his gaze falling on the shattered frame and photo on the ground.

“Brother Yin, it’s scary, there was a man holding me.” Her trembling finger pointed at the photo under the broken glass, her eyes confused and panicked, “But I don’t recognize him.”

“Don’t be scared, you mean this man is Brother Yin.” Leng Haoyin tried to bring the photo closer to her.

“No, no, that man is terrifying, the way he looked at me was horrifying, and he had a Tear Mole.” Closing her eyes, she dared not look, but still peeked through a sliver, “Oh, how did it turn into Brother Yin?”

She clearly saw another man, a Tear Mole under his left eye, seductive yet sad.

And what scared her was that Tear Mole, always appearing in her mind, unshakable.

“Haoyin-Sister Qing?” Shen Jun’s puzzled gaze fell on the photo on the floor, clearly a photo of Haoyin and her from years ago, back when she smiled blissfully nestled in Haoyin’s arms.

“Ah, there’s a bad man, a bad man.” Shen Jun’s words again frightened Nuan Qianqing, her pale hands gripping Leng Haoyin’s collar even tighter, her head burrowing into his chest.

“Sister Qing, I’m not a bad man, I’m your Brother Jun, don’t you recognize me?” He was truly heartbroken, the sweet and adorable Sister Qing had forgotten him, and he looked worriedly towards Leng Haoyin.

“Brother Yin, I’m so scared, there’s a bad man.” Revealing one eye, she looked as pitiable as a little rabbit.

“Don’t be afraid, he’s a friend of Brother Yin, not a bad man, come on, get up, don’t kneel on the floor.”

“Mhm. Brother Yin’s friend, I’m not scared, not a bad man.” Her hands still clung to him, refusing to let go, her body almost pressed against his.

When An Ruoxi came into the office carrying packed meals, she stood frozen, her feet as if lead-weighted. She clearly saw a woman in white clinging to Leng Haoyin, and he, instead of pushing her away, tenderly stroked her back.

This scene stung her eyes, her heart felt as if it was being cut open, aching.

As if sensing her presence, Leng Haoyin looked up, his gaze landing on the stunned figure at the door, his body stiffening instantly.

“Wife-” His heart tightened, the familiar address slipping out.

“Ruoxi.” Fearing that An Ruoxi might misunderstand, Shen Jun quickly walked over, lightly tugging at her sleeve, “Don’t misunderstand, actually…”

Before he could finish, he was interrupted by Nuan Qianqing’s sweet words, “Brother Yin, why are you calling me wife? We’re not even married yet.”

A blush of suspicion tinted her pale cheeks, Nuan Qianqing a bit embarrassed, letting go of him, lowering her head.

Their eyes met in mid-air, and for a moment, both were at a loss for words.

“Ruoxi, don’t misunderstand.” Seeing An Ruoxi’s reaction, Shen Jun naturally thought she had misunderstood, quickly pulling her aside to explain, “Haoyin only sees her as a younger sister, this girl has been with Haoyin since she was a child, went to the U.S. after an accident five years ago, and now she’s come back with a mental illness. She only recognizes Haoyin now, she doesn’t even know me.”

“What?” An Ruoxi’s eyes nearly popped out, coming back to reality, she turned to look at the girl, just as Nuan Qianqing also looked back, her heart skipping a beat. At that moment, her feelings were pure, the joy of seeing an old friend long missed, she had already forgiven her for her past deception, especially after Leng Haoyin had explained what happened to Xiaoqing five years ago, her feelings were all of tenderness, “Xiaoqing, it’s you, it really is you.”

Overwhelmed with emotion, An Ruoxi forgot Shen Jun’s words and moved closer…

Seeing An Ruoxi rushing towards her, Nuan Qianqing instinctively shuddered, “Ah, who are you?”

Her unguarded, fearful eyes struck her like a blow to the head, recalling Shen Jun’s words, she stopped her approach, still excited, “I’m Ruoxi, we used to be roommates, don’t you remember?”

She looked perfectly fine, how could she be ill? An Ruoxi was reluctant to believe it, but the panic and fear in her eyes were real, impossible to feign.

“What roommate? I don’t have any roommates, I don’t know you.” Frowning deeply, Nuan Qianqing had long forgotten her.

Regaining her senses, An Ruoxi stared at her for a long time before believing Shen Jun’s words, softly saying, “Don’t be afraid, I’m a friend of Leng Haoyin’s, and your friend too, I won’t hurt you.”