My Ex-Boyfriend's Name Was in the Chairman's Will - Chapter 13

Chapter 13

The investigation lasted for three months.

All the original data for North River Phase 3 was re-verified, the victims’ families gradually received notices of compensation recalculations, and several core responsible parties in Haisheng’s history were successively subjected to legal measures. As for the two heirs of the Fu family who had been fighting tooth and nail, one went abroad to lie low, while the other simply sold off his shares. Ultimately, Haisheng was split and restructured.

And I completely left the place where I had stayed for seven years.

On the day I resigned, the PR department took me out for a farewell dinner. Jiang Youchuan came as well, mocking me as he drank, “Are you taking any interviews?” I glanced at Luo Yuncheng, who was just pushing open the door to the private room, and said calmly, “I’m busy being in love.”

Over these three months, Luo Yuncheng had indeed been pursuing me again. He would place hot porridge and stomach medicine by my desk after I had held several consecutive communication meetings with the victims’ families; he would help me proofread the index while I organized materials in the middle of the night; and when my mood was at its worst, he would pull me into his arms and sit with me until dawn.

After the farewell dinner, we walked slowly along the river toward the car.

“Are you happy today?” he asked.

“It was alright.”

“Then can I interpret that as you having a pretty good attitude toward me lately?”

I glanced at him. “Lawyer Luo, have you become this good at finding a graceful way out for yourself?”

“I have no choice,” he said solemnly. “Chasing someone requires feedback.”

“Luo Yuncheng.”

“Yeah.”

“I want to visit my father’s grave tomorrow.”

“I’ll go with you.”

“Okay.”

Luo Yuncheng seemed to sense something and waited quietly.

“I’ve thought a lot over these three months,” I said softly. “I thought about whether we would have ended up somewhere else long ago if those eight years hadn’t happened. I also thought about whether we wouldn’t even have today if you hadn’t left back then.”

“Later, I realized that these hypotheses are meaningless.” I turned to look at him. “What’s meaningful is that you’re standing here now, and I’m still willing to let you stand here.”

“So?” he asked very softly.

I looked at him and said slowly, “So, you’ve succeeded in your pursuit.”

He froze for nearly a second before reaching out to pull me into his arms.

“Song Yucheng,” he called my name in a low, slightly hoarse voice. “Thank you.”

I buried my face in his shoulder and let out a laugh. “Don’t thank me yet; the probation period isn’t over.”

“Fine.” He held me tight, refusing to let go. “As long as it takes.”

Half a year later, the first phase of the North River Phase 3 compensation trust was completed.

On the day the final payment was sent out, Luo Yuncheng and I went to the cemetery together.

A fresh bouquet of white chrysanthemums lay before my father’s tombstone.

I knelt down to straighten the flowers and said softly, “Dad, the truth has been found. The people who harmed you are behind bars. The debt owed to you is starting to be repaid.”

The wind blew through the cemetery, making the leaves rustle softly.

Luo Yuncheng stood behind me, neither rushing me nor saying much. Only when I stood up did he place another bouquet he was holding beside the first.

“Uncle,” he said seriously to the tombstone. “It was my fault for not taking good care of Yucheng before. I’ll make up for it from now on.”

I tilted my head to look at him, unable to help a smile. “Are you making a formal pledge in front of my father?”

“I should.”

When we left the cemetery, the sunlight was beautiful.

We stopped by our newly rented apartment on the way back.

The place wasn’t large-two bedrooms and a living room-with a kitchen window and a bedroom that caught the afternoon sun. On the day we signed the contract, Luo Yuncheng had placed the keys in my hand and said that this was a new beginning, not a return to the past.

After entering, he went to the kitchen to check on the simmering soup. I stood in the middle of the living room and suddenly noticed an old kraft paper box on the entryway cabinet.

It was the one Fu Mingzhang had left for me.

I walked over and realized there was a new letter beside the box, written in Luo Yuncheng’s handwriting.

There was only one sentence inside.

*The kitchen and the sun are both here. Song Yucheng, are you willing to spend the rest of your life with me?*

Luo Yuncheng poked his head out from the kitchen. “Did you see it?”

“Lawyer Luo.” I waved the paper. “Is this how unceremonious your proposals are now?”

He walked over, the tips of his ears slightly red. “The ring is in my pocket.”

He fished a small box out of his coat pocket, his movements unusually unsteady. The box opened to reveal a very simple platinum ring with two tiny letters engraved on the inner band.

SYC.

“Song Yucheng.” Luo Yuncheng gazed at me, without a hint of a joke in his eyes. “I won’t decide for you this time. If you’re willing, just nod. If not, I’ll keep chasing you.”

I looked at him for a few seconds and reached out my hand.

“Put it on for me,” I said.

He was stunned for a moment, then smiled, and the suppressed emotions in the depths of his eyes finally dissipated.

When the ring slipped onto my ring finger, I suddenly felt very light.

Luo Yuncheng lowered his head to kiss the back of my hand, then looked up to kiss me.

Outside the window, the afternoon sun was just right, shining all the way from the kitchen to the living room, casting our shadows onto the floor.

This time, neither of us would be the first to leave.