Mo Ling

Chapter 1047: 1047: Sending the Rest of My Life from Afar (41)


Chapter 1047: Chapter 1047: Sending the Rest of My Life from Afar (41)


Study room.


Yu Jin sat on the table, barefoot on the edge of the chair, his mind a bit blank, staring at a certain spot in the void.


This was the scene Chuzheng saw when she came in.


Chuzheng glanced in the direction Yu Jin was looking, a row of bookshelves, unclear what he was seeing.


Chuzheng patted the stack of books beside her, “Yu Jin.”


“Baby?” Yu Jin turned around, “Have you eaten?”


“Eat what, are you a pig?” All you do is eat all day, yet I don’t see you gaining any weight. Where does all that food go!?


“…”


Chuzheng turned to face him, “What are you looking at?”


“Nothing, I’m thinking.”


“Thinking about what?”


“Thinking about why baby is so beautiful.”


Chuzheng placed her hands on the table, and Yu Jin’s body leaned back slightly.


Chuzheng’s face was very close to him, her lips almost touching his.


Yu Jin whispered, “Baby, do you want to kiss me in the study?”


“Not allowed?”


Chuzheng’s eyes slightly squinted, as if if he said no, she would make it happen right here.


“… Okay. But you didn’t close the door, Uncle Bai might come in.” Yu Jin glanced at the door.


“He’ll leave if he sees.”


“But… hmm…”


Yu Jin’s body tilted, and the stack of books beside him tumbled to the floor with a crash.


Uncle Bai heard the noise and rushed in, blushed upon seeing the scene in the study, and quickly backed out, closing the study door.


Chuzheng gently bit Yu Jin’s lips, “See, I wasn’t wrong, was I?”


Yu Jin: “…”


Yu Jin didn’t have the chance to respond, as his breath was taken away.


The sweetness slowly flowed into his heart, almost nauseatingly sweet, yet deeply intoxicating.



“Where did you get these Buddha beads?”


Yu Jin’s face was still flushed, his long fingers propping up on the table, his chest heaving for breath, his body a bit uncomfortable, but he held it in without showing.


Hearing Chuzheng’s voice, he glanced sideways at her.


The girl sat in the chair holding a string of Buddha beads.


Yu Jin straightened his clothes, “I found them among my mother’s belongings.”


His mother wasn’t a believer, so he wasn’t sure why it was among her belongings.


It was even kept in an envelope, looking very important.


So he kept it with him all the time.


“Old Madam Yu also has a string,” Chuzheng said.


Yu Jin was slightly taken aback.


When he returned to the country, Old Madam Yu had already left for the Yu Family Old Mansion, and he had not met her.


But Old Madam Yu was always a vegetarian Buddhist, so having a string of Buddha beads wasn’t unusual.


“What does baby want to say?”


“How did your mother get this string of Buddha beads?”


Was Yu Jin’s mother trying to hint something to him, or was it Old Madam Yu’s guilty conscience that left them behind?


Yu Jin’s mother had passed away, and Old Madam Yu was ‘crazy’, so no one knew what the truth was.


Yu Jin silently took the Buddha beads from Chuzheng’s hand, opened a drawer, and placed them inside.


That…


He hoped Chuzheng wouldn’t touch it.


It had witnessed too much darkness and bloodshed.


And he didn’t want to touch it again in the future.


Yu Jin shut the drawer and gave Chuzheng a small smile.


When Uncle Bai knocked and entered again, he saw the two doing their own things, with no communication but an inexplicably warm and harmonious atmosphere.


Uncle Bai placed down snacks and tea, and left the study.



This year’s winter was long, with heavy snow falling into March.


This was also the harsh winter for the Song Family.


In just a few months, the entire Song Family was like a frost-beaten eggplant; everyone in the company knew it was over, and worked with no spirit, if not already looking for a way out.


“Who do you think they offended?”


“I don’t think they can hold on much longer.”


“Hey, doesn’t President Song have a daughter… that Song Chuzheng, I’ve heard she’s very wealthy, changes luxury cars weekly, and attends parties in haute couture dresses, costing millions and worn only once!”


“Really?”


The gossip crowd was instantly roused.


“With that much money, why doesn’t she help the company?”


“How would I know? The rumor is she’s cold-blooded and indifferent to her family’s life and death.”


Such gossip gradually spread among ordinary people.


Eventually, it somehow trended online.


Suddenly, many people banded together to scold Chuzheng as heartless, using extremely vicious words.


Yu Jin couldn’t bear it, so he asked Uncle Bai to release the previous information.


The data showed Chuzheng was abandoned in the countryside for over ten years while the Song Family enjoyed wealth and prosperity, ignoring her.


Soon after bringing her back, they sent her to the Yu Family.


Here, Yu Jin blurred out, so people outside automatically assumed the Song Family sent their daughter out for ‘an arranged marriage’.


“What kind of parents are like this! How’s this different from selling their daughter?”


“Exactly! Suddenly, I’m grateful my parents are wonderful.”


“Both are biological daughters, how can the difference be this vast? Are they really hers?”


“Isn’t it said they’re twins, definitely blood-related!”


“That’s even more disgusting, right?”


“Forcing someone into marriage against their will, and now trying moral coercion because she’s doing well, how can there be such outrageous parents.”


“If she weren’t lucky, with an arranged partner who treated her well, who knows what kind of life she would be leading now.”


The online sentiment swiftly reversed.


The earlier messages were released by Song Boxue and Mother Song to morally pressure Chuzheng.


But they didn’t expect such a plot twist.


Song Boxue dared not approach Chuzheng again.


He didn’t want the family business painstakingly built to collapse like this.


So he set his sights on Song Yanran.


“Dad, you’re crazy!”


Song Yanran, already mentally unstable, caused a huge scene upon hearing the news.


“He’s an old man, you want me to marry him? Impossible, I absolutely won’t agree, get out! I’m not listening!”


Song Boxue shouted angrily, “What old man? He’s only in his forties, older men know better how to cherish.”


“I don’t want to, you go out, go out!” Song Yanran screamed and yelled.


“This is not up to you,” Song Boxue said with a dark face.


Song Yanran suddenly couldn’t recognize the man in front of her. Was this still the father who always cherished her?


“After what you’ve done, who in this circle would still want you? Song Yanran, you have no choice now!”


Every word Song Boxue said pierced Song Yanran’s heart like a thorn.


“But it wasn’t what I wanted, how could you make me marry such a person, I don’t…”


“Pa!”


Song Boxue slapped Song Yanran across the face.


Song Yanran’s body weakened suddenly, collapsing to the floor, half her face red and swollen, burning with pain.


“From today, stay in your room!”


Song Boxue threw down these words and left the room.


Song Yanran heard the door lock and, realizing, leapt up and rushed to the door.


“Dad, let me out, Dad! Open the door!”


“You can’t do this to me!”


“I won’t marry that old man, let me out!”


“Dad!!”