Chapter 50 050 "The wolf is coming."

It was almost ten o'clock when Tang Sijia arrived at the airport.

After getting off the taxi, she ran quickly to the terminal. The radio broadcast that the plane to New York was about to take off, and people rushing around with suitcases walked by in a hurry.

Tang Sijia kept looking around and dialed Song Xiuren's mobile phone. The receiver always heard the cold electronic sound of "No one is answering at the moment".

Answer the phone.

Tang Sijia tightly grasped the brocade box containing the ring and prayed in her heart.

But God did not hear her voice. Only the sweet voice on the radio said that the plane to New York was ready for ticket inspection.

Tang Sijia ran to the fence of the security check and tried to look inside.

Until she saw two familiar figures in the VIP channel.

Song He, wearing a white casual suit, was hanging his head dejectedly. Song Xiuren stood calmly behind him, and his profile was still as handsome as a sculpture.

Tang Sijia's eyes lit up and wanted to call his name, but stopped when she saw his pale face.

After a pause, Tang Sijia finally asked a ground staff to help her carry the box inside.

She stood outside the cordon, watching the ground staff walk to the boarding gate, asking Song Xiuren something, watching him hand the box to Song Xiuren, watching Song Xiuren stare blankly for a moment, and then opening the box...

Tang Sijia slowly retracted her gaze.

This is good enough.

She thought.

Tang Sijia turned around quietly and walked towards the entrance of the terminal.

"Sijia." A familiar voice with a hint of tired hoarseness sounded behind her.

Tang Sijia's footsteps suddenly stopped.

After a long time, she slowly turned around. On the other side of the cordon, Song Xiuren was standing there with a slightly hurried breath. The two looked at each other less than seven or eight meters apart.

Tang Sijia forced a smile and said again: "Have a good trip."

Song Xiuren's lips moved, and finally nodded.

Tang Sijia was silent: "I'm leaving."

"...Okay."

Tang Sijia turned around, but her footsteps seemed to be nailed to the ground.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

At the fifth second, she turned around and ran quickly towards the man.

Across the thin cordon, the two hugged each other quietly.

A silent farewell.

The airport was full of separations and joys and sorrows, and no one cared about the couple hugging each other.

"Take good care of yourself." Song Xiuren said softly.

"Yeah."

"Love yourself well."

"...Okay."

The ground staff whispered to remind them that the plane was about to take off, and they didn't know who let go of each other's hands first.

No one watched the other leave, and they agreed to turn around together.

One went out, and the other went in.

Until they walked out of the airport hall, the sunlight after the night rain fell, Tang Sijia looked at the blue sky that seemed to have been washed by water, and walked quietly to the taxi parking area not far away.

On the way back, Tang Sijia sat in the back seat of the car, looking at the scenery outside the window that was constantly receding. The past four months and the time spent with Song Xiuren were replayed in his mind one by one.

Those happy, sweet, sad, and low memories had quietly changed her perception of herself and her true self.

Her underlying self used to be inferiority complex, and her true self was repressed.

But before she knew it, she felt that she was slowly getting better, and that life was beautiful.

The taxi stopped at the gate of the community. When Tang Sijia took out her mobile phone from her bag to pay, a small shiny object and a piece of paper fell out and rolled to the ground.

Tang Sijia was stunned until the driver urged her. She paid the money, got off the car, bent down and picked up the paper and the small object.

It was a women's ring, and Song Xiuren's name was engraved on the inside of the ring.

On the piece of paper, there was a sentence written in a hurry:

The ring is your size, keep it, as a mark of my existence.

Tang Sijia stood there, her eyes red again.

*

On Monday, Tang Sijia returned to the company.

Colleagues gathered together to discuss something in a low voice, and only faintly heard words such as "Hansi", "Young Master", and "Hospital".

Tang Sijia paused, thinking of the bloodless face he saw on Saturday morning, frowned, and didn't want to listen any more. After greeting the familiar people, he returned to the office.

Not long after, Cheng Qian knocked on the door and walked in, looking depressed.

After asking, Tang Sijia learned that it was an interviewee in the Yangtze River Delta Logistics Park in the documentary project who changed his mind temporarily and rejected their filming request.

The specific reason is probably that the person in charge of the logistics park is worried that excessive exposure will bring some adverse effects.

After Tang Sijia pondered for a moment, he decided to go to the logistics park with Cheng Qian and discuss it with the person in charge in person.

The next day after making the decision, Tang Sijia flew directly to Yixing, and it took two days to finally successfully convince the person in charge of the park.

Cheng Qian wanted to continue to stay in the park and communicate more with the interviewees in order to better complete the relevant planning. Tang Sijia returned to Beijing alone.

When taking a taxi back to the company, the taxi driver was listening to the news in the city: "It is reported that the heir of Hansi Group is still in the hospital a few days ago. The relevant personnel of Hansi Group have not yet made a positive response to this matter. His health condition is still unknown, but insiders revealed that when he was sent to the hospital on Saturday night, someone had seen a large amount of blood..."

The rest was just a report on the turmoil that Hansi Group has been in, from the accidents of several prospective heirs to the current hospitalization of Shi Chuan.

For the private affairs of the wealthy, everyone can't help but imagine all kinds of wonderful business wars, guessing that this is probably another heir dispute caused by huge assets.

"Hundreds of billions, or US dollars," the taxi driver shook his head and sighed as he listened, "I will fight to the death even if you give it to me..."

Tang Sijia came back to his senses from his trance, thinking of the news that Shi Chuan was shot last time, maybe this time is also a grudge between wealthy families.

The car stopped downstairs of the company. After rushing all the way, Tang Sijia bought a cup of coffee and walked into the company. The elevator door just opened.

A group of people in suits and leather shoes walked out of the elevator. The leader was blond and blue-eyed, with a tired face. He was flipping through the documents in his hand. He saw a figure in front of him, raised his eyes and

glanced casually, and then his steps suddenly stopped: "Tang Sijia?!" Tang Sijia didn't expect to run into William. He paused and nodded: "Mr. William."

"You didn't go abroad with Song Xiuren?" William asked in surprise.

Tang Sijia frowned: "I don't understand what you mean."

"I..." William wanted to say something, but the assistant beside him reminded him that the meeting time was about to end. He looked at the time, "Ms. Tang, don't leave after work. I have something to tell you."

Tang Sijia watched a group of people leave in a hurry, frowning, thinking that she still had work to do, and didn't take it to heart.

After work, she had to deal with a few emails temporarily, and it was not until six o'clock that Tang Sijia finished her work.

Stretching, she packed her bag and walked out. Thinking that she would still have to squeeze into the subway in a while, she thought that maybe she should buy a car for transportation.

"Miss Tang." The man's voice sounded, and there were not many foreign accents compared to more than a year ago.

Tang Sijia turned around and saw William standing in front of a sports car, looking at her.

"What's the matter?"

William opened the passenger door: "Let's talk about it in the car. "

Tang Sijia pondered for a moment and finally got in the car.

William didn't ask her where she was going, but drove calmly to the southeast.

Tang Sijia frowned: "Mr. William, this is not my way home."

"I know," William held the steering wheel with one hand and pinched his eyebrows with the other hand, "Miss Tang, have you heard the news about Shichuan?"

Tang Sijia thought of the news she heard in the taxi, paused, and nodded slightly.

"What the news said is true," William was silent for a while, "Miss Tang, I know that I am selfish to do this, and I know that Shi Chuan did something wrong, but I still hope that you can go see him, he...something happened."

Tang Sijia was puzzled: "What happened to him?"

William was silent, and once again thought of the scene he saw when he called the locksmith to pry open the door lock of the simple residential building last Saturday.

The neatly tidied house, the warm-toned lights were quietly and peacefully lit, the half-open bathroom door, the sound of dripping water, the diffuse smell of blood, and the black doll held in his arms...

all these still made his hands and feet cold when he recalled them again.

He had long forgotten how he sent Shi Chuan to the hospital that day, nor could he remember the specific scene at that time. He just waited until he regained consciousness, the lights in the operating room were on, and his hands were covered with red.

"He always thought you were gone," William said hoarsely, "It's my fault. I have always been used to listening to his words and didn't verify it..."

Tang Sijia looked ahead in a daze, his mind blank.

It was not until William called her name that she came back to her senses and turned to look at him blankly.

William said, "If you don't leave now, I can tell you something." He was silent for a few seconds, "He left a document for you, which is an equity transfer agreement, and a letter for me, saying that if one day you suddenly remember that a... bastard like him had appeared in your life, if you find me, just say that he was defeated and was sent to a branch abroad..."

Tang Sijia listened quietly, and couldn't help reaching out and stroking the scar on her wrist.

Perhaps she had a similar experience, or perhaps her state of mind had already changed. She knew clearly that it was not her fault, she just felt... a little absurd.

She remembered that in March last year, in the bathtub of that hotel, Shi Chuan used this method to deceive her, making her completely believe him and take him back to her home.

But now, it has become true.

The fake seems real, and the real seems fake.

She can no longer distinguish between the real and the fake.

The sports car stopped at the entrance of the hospital. Tang Sijia did not refuse in the end. He just bought a bunch of carnations when passing by the flower shop at the entrance of the hospital.

You can't come empty-handed to visit a patient.

The hospital is a high-end private hospital with extremely high privacy, but even so, there are still many media cars guarding the entrance.

William took Tang Sijia in through the side door and took the elevator to the fifteenth floor.

The empty and luxurious corridor, without the pungent smell of disinfectant, is clean and quiet.

There is only one ward on the entire floor.

William received a call from the company temporarily, led Tang Sijia to the door of the ward, and went to the next room to answer the call.

Tang Sijia stood in front of the door and saw the person lying on the bed through the glass on the door.

Even though he was mentally prepared, he was still frightened when he saw Shi Chuan.

His face was as white as a ghost. In just a few days, he lost a lot of weight. His eyes were dim and there was no light. The blue eyeballs seemed to have become gray and dull at this time.

Glucose was injected into his body little by little, maintaining basic vital signs, and he just looked at the dead white ceiling above his head quietly. When

he heard the door open, his pupils did not fluctuate at all, and he only said in a hoarse voice: "Go out."

Tang Sijia's movements froze, and he stood at the door a little at a loss.

In fact, this feeling of discomfort had already arisen when he walked into this building that symbolized class.

Perhaps he noticed the silence at the door, and the boy on the hospital bed looked at her.

Just one glance, and then he never looked away.

Shi Chuan stared at the woman at the door, with unconcealed emotions and madness in his eyes.

He knew that only she in the hallucination would appear here.

He had had such hallucinations more than once.

Only when facing the him in his fantasy, he did not need to use the so-called sister-brother relationship to disguise himself, and could vent his unaccepted love.

But this time the illusion was more false than before.

She hated deception so much, and she found out that he was deceiving her again, how could she still come to see him with flowers?

Shi Chuan sneered, and his eyes gradually returned to a cold silence, and he retracted his gaze.

Until the footsteps sounded, from the door to his bedside.

The newspaper wrapped in the bouquet rustled, and the colorful flowers were placed on the table.

Shi Chuan's eyelashes trembled violently.

There has never been an illusion as real as today.

He couldn't help but look up, even if it was an illusion, he wanted to look at her more carefully.

"You shouldn't do such a stupid thing." The soft and calm tone overflowed from the woman's lips.

Shi Chuan's pupils suddenly shrank: "...Sister?" She was not an illusion.

Soon, he heard his hoarse voice again: "You didn't leave?"

Tang Sijia looked at him: "Whether I leave or not, Shi Chuan, it has nothing to do with you."

Shi Chuan's eyes darkened, but he still smiled hard: "But you didn't choose him this time, did you?"

Unlike Qinghai, she chose him and helped him.

She just stayed quietly where he could see her, and he was very satisfied.

Tang Sijia suddenly fell silent.

She looked at his wrist, which was wrapped in thick gauze, but she knew that it was destined to leave an ugly, centipede-like scar.

"Only the wrist will be scarred, the hand is still intact." Shi Chuan was a little eager to open his palm and stretch it in front of her.

However, due to his movements, blood began to seep out bit by bit.

Tang Sijia looked at the blood, was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly pressed the pager beside

him. Soon, medical staff came running and treated his wound.

While the doctor was suturing the stitches, Tang Sijia saw his scar through the gap, just a glance.

The wound was dark red, the skin and flesh were turned over, and were sutured together with protein thread.

Very deep.

"Mr. Shi, you should not be too excited in your current situation." The doctor reminded some precautions and then left.

The ward fell into silence.

After a long time, Tang Sijia spoke again, as if sighing: "Shi Chuan, I don't know why you have become like this."

"In fact, all in all, we have only been together for a few months. When we broke up, you were obviously very calm and free and easy. Why are you so painful now?"

Shi Chuan looked at her blankly. Those times he missed so much, the only time in the first half of his life when someone treated him well unconditionally, turned out to be just "just a few months" in her eyes.

"I wasn't very calm and carefree," Shi Chuan tried to force a smile, "I didn't know what the emotion in my heart represented at that time. I thought it was just guilt and excitement, and it would be fine after a while. But later, I knew it was pain and reluctance, it was... my love that was pulling me back."

Now, he can finally express his love unscrupulously.

Tang Sijia met his gaze. At this moment, she suddenly felt that everything she said was in vain.

"I was also very painful during the period after we broke up." She said frankly.

Shi Chuan was stunned: "I won't let you..."

"But later I found that no matter how painful it is, I can always get out of it by trying to get in touch with new people or things," Tang Sijia said sincerely, "Shi Chuan, you are only twenty years old, and you still have a lot of good years in the future. Maybe you should try to get in touch with other people, and you will find that I am just an ordinary and boring woman who is four years older than you."

The smile on Shi Chuan's face gradually disappeared. He deliberately ignored the first half of her sentence and only asked: "Do you like older men now?"

"Twenty years old is a little young. I will try to grow up quickly. I can also change my age. No matter how old you like, I will..."

"Shi Chuan," Tang Sijia interrupted him, feeling powerless in his heart, "You should know that I have made a decision and never look back."

"I won't like you anymore."

This time, Shi Chuan was silent for a long time, and forced a smile: "...A despicable person like me is not worthy of your love. It is enough for me to love you..."

Tang Sijia was inexplicably annoyed: "Can you love someone for a year, five years, ten years, or even decades..."

"I can." Shi Chuan said.

As if he was afraid that she would not believe him, he said, "I can transfer everything I have to your name. From now on, whether it is emotionally or financially, you will be the leader. You just need to give me some expenses regularly..."

Tang Sijia felt like she had punched cotton.

She could not persuade him.

She stood up: "Shi Chuan, wait until you calm down and think carefully about what I just said."

"No matter what, I still hope you can recover soon, and... don't do stupid things again."

Tang Sijia stood up and walked out of the ward. The moment she closed the door, she saw William leaning against the wall. She was startled and quickly reacted: "Mr. William, I have seen him and persuaded him."

William looked at her: "Can't you give him another chance?" He glanced into the ward, like a salesman selling pets, "He doesn't even need to be liked. The total amount of assets under his name is countless, and..."

"The person who likes his hands should be Miss Tang. Since you broke up, he has been very concerned about those hands."

"It's not a matter of whether to give him a chance or not," Tang Sijia was silent for a while, "The pain when we broke up is like an alarm bell planted in my body. Every time I get close to him, it will ring wildly."

She no longer has the courage to hug someone even if it hurts. Compared with those, she hopes to live quietly and peacefully.

William sighed and said nothing more.

William walked into the ward and looked at the stunned person until he saw Tang Sijia's figure disappear in the elevator not far away.

"Miss Tang didn't go abroad with Song Xiuren, so put away your desperate energy!" William was not in a good mood when he thought of the shock he had suffered during this period.

Shi Chuan looked at him and murmured for a long time: "She wants me to contact other people."

The person he loves hopes that he can contact more people.

Just like the child in "The Wolf is Coming", he told too many lies, and even if he told the truth, she didn't believe it.

She didn't believe in his love.