TSBIR Chapter 88

Chapter 88: Finale

After listening to Shen Xingyang’s description, Song Yichen was silent for a long time, only holding Shen Xingyang tighter.

From Shen Xingyang’s words, he could tell that in his previous life, he had treated Shen Xingyang more like an elder caring for a younger one, so he couldn’t empathize with his pain.

Perhaps later, he truly fell in love with Shen Xingyang, but he still didn’t choose to say it, and even failed to save him from the sea of ​​suffering.

“Song Yichen, it’s all in the past. I don’t want you to think about it either.”

Shen Xingyang rubbed Song Yichen’s furrowed brow, and then told Song Yichen to close his eyes and rest.

These days, Song Yichen was indeed very tired. Shen Xingyang had restrained himself a lot when he spoke, and didn’t mention many things.

But these things had already made Song Yichen very uncomfortable.

Song Yichen nodded, but the frown on his brow didn’t ease at all.

Shen Xingyang rested his head on Song Yichen’s arm, and closed his eyes peacefully.

Perhaps because he was too tired, Shen Xingyang quickly fell asleep. Song Yichen looked at the carefree Shen Xingyang with some helplessness, smiled, and kissed him before falling asleep.

“Song Yichen, since it was Jinjue’s request, then you definitely have to go and take a look.”

“I’m not going. That younger brother of Shen Jinjue is no good. He should have died long ago.”

Song Yichen looked impatient and got up to leave.

“Song Yichen, you rebellious son, if you don’t go, don’t even think about leaving the Song Family’s Old Residence.”

Song Shiyan said, and a group of people blocked the door.

Song Yichen glared at Song Shiyan irritably, and finally compromised.

“I’ll go tomorrow.”

Once Song Yichen said he would go, he would definitely go. Only then did Song Shiyan let him leave.

Song Yichen naturally had no good impression of this person who didn’t even attend his brother’s funeral.

He also didn’t understand what Shen Jinjue was thinking, being so good to such a half-brother, worrying that no one would take care of him before going to the battlefield.

They had already done their best to help him see a doctor. It was enough if he didn’t die. He hoped to leave sooner.

Song Yichen thought in his heart, unwillingly getting into the car.

But when he arrived at Shen Manor and saw the person he hated, he still couldn’t believe it.

He was only a twenty-seven or eight-year-old young man, but he looked extremely thin. His face was pale, and he leaned against the corner with a deathly look on his face. He seemed to have nothing he cared about anymore. His clothes were pulled down a lot. Seeing him come in, he didn’t move at all.

“I was entrusted by your brother to come and see how you are doing.”

Only when Shen Xingyang heard this did he turn his head to look at him. His chapped lips made a hoarse and indistinct sound: “My brother…”

Shen Xingyang only said these two words, and tears couldn’t help but flow down.

“Shen Jinjue.”

After Song Yichen finished speaking, he didn’t waste any more time with him and went forward to check his condition.

He lifted Shen Xingyang’s clothes, and the thin, pale wrists were covered with striking scars, some new and some old, looking extremely horrifying.

Song Yichen endured his unease and drew blood from Shen Xingyang. After drawing the blood, he poked around Shen Xingyang’s eyes and looked.

“Open your mouth.”

Shen Xingyang very obediently cooperated with Song Yichen’s actions. Only then did Song Yichen realize that even his tongue was bitten all over with wounds.

If some wounds were forced a little, the tongue would break along the wound marks. From his experience, it was not difficult to see that the wounds on this person’s body were undoubtedly all self-inflicted.

But to be able to reach this point, how desperate must this person be? Even though he had studied psychology for so many years, he had never seen a patient with such severe self-harm.

“You can go now.”

Shen Xingyang supported himself and wanted to stand up, but his legs had no strength at all.

Song Yichen frowned, looking at his movements, and found something was wrong.

With a “Wow” sound, Shen Xingyang’s clothes were all torn open.

In the places covered by those clothes, Shen Xingyang’s body was covered with marks and bite marks of all sizes, and some places had already bled.

Even if he didn’t understand matters of love, he understood how these marks came about. It could be seen how strong the other party’s possessiveness was, and completely disregarded the feelings of the person in front of him.

Shen Xingyang pulled at the torn clothes, wanting to cover his embarrassment, but Song Yichen grabbed them tightly. Shen Xingyang couldn’t pull the clothes, and didn’t speak, just lowered his head like that.

Warm tears dripped one by one on Song Yichen’s arm.

After Song Yichen reacted, he picked up the person, put him on the bed, and covered him tightly with the quilt.

“Yin Yan is so bold. The Shen family’s most beloved younger brother, when did he become his concubine?”

Only then did Song Yichen understand why the person in front of him didn’t go to Shen Jinjue’s funeral, and why he hadn’t appeared for so long.

If Brother Jinjue knew that his beloved younger brother had become like this, how sad would he be?

After Song Yichen finished speaking, he turned and walked out of the room. The moment he stepped out of Shen Manor, everyone surrounded him with guns.

“Young Master Song, President Yin ordered that you must stay here to help Young Master Shen see a doctor. You can only leave after Young Master Shen recovers.”

Song Yichen sneered: “President Yin? A piece of trash who repays kindness with enmity, what is he? Do you really think you can trap me forever?”

“Naturally, we can’t trap Young Master Song.”

Song Yichen was too lazy to pay attention to this group of people and turned around to enter the house. He originally wanted to go back and tell Song Shiyan that the Shen family was controlled by Yin Yan.

But unexpectedly, they were prepared. Now that he couldn’t get out, he could only check Shen Xingyang’s condition first.

After that, Song Yichen began to treat Shen Xingyang, going to observe Shen Xingyang’s condition on time every day.

But Shen Xingyang still thought about committing suicide from time to time. He would fill the bathtub with water when he was alone in the bathroom.

When no one was around, he would break the glass cup and stuff the pieces into his mouth.

He would use the already blunt pencil in the room to cut his wrists. Countless times, Shen Xingyang’s desire to die never stopped.

But Song Yichen patiently stayed with him, using all his professional knowledge to help Shen Xingyang. He didn’t know how long it had been before Shen Xingyang had a little desire to survive, and gradually began to open his heart to him, telling him some of his worries.

Yin Yan hadn’t appeared for a long time. According to Shen Xingyang, he had scared Yin Yan because of his previous suicide attempt.

However, one day, Song Yichen was sleeping soundly in his room when he heard a lot of noise coming from the room next door.

He didn’t know why, but he didn’t hesitate at all. He put on his clothes and went into Shen Xingyang’s room. As a result, he saw Shen Xingyang being confined to the bed.

Yin Yan was still kissing him. Shen Xingyang’s eyes were wide open, full of despair.

Song Yichen dragged Yin Yan down and punched him hard. Then he rushed to check Shen Xingyang’s condition.

“Are you okay?”

Shen Xingyang turned his pale and haggard face over and looked at Song Yichen with a smile. The moment he smiled, blood flowed from the corner of Shen Xingyang’s mouth, continuously.

“You…”

Song Yichen forcefully pried open Shen Xingyang’s mouth, preventing him from continuing to self-harm.

Yin Yan was punched, and the alcohol also wore off. Looking at the blood on the pillow, he panicked.

“A’Yang…”

“Get out if you don’t want him to die.”

Song Yichen shouted loudly. Yin Yan was stunned for a moment, but still walked out.

Shen Xingyang’s previous suicide attempts had indeed scared him. He didn’t hesitate to invite Song Yichen over. It was finally getting better, but it was all in vain.

Song Yichen helped Shen Xingyang untie him and held him in his arms: “It’s okay, you can cry it out.”

Shen Xingyang didn’t speak, just stared blankly ahead, but his flushed eyes had completely interpreted his despair at this moment.

He couldn’t escape, he couldn’t escape in this lifetime.

Song Yichen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, frowned, and looked at him firmly after thinking for a long time.

“I will save you.”

Shen Xingyang looked at Song Yichen with surprise, as if seeing a savior, but after thinking for a while, he seemed to know it was impossible and turned his head away dejectedly.

Song Yichen grabbed his face and forced him to look at him: “I am the heir of the Song family, one of The Four Great Families. Your brother is also my cousin. You can imagine the power of the Song family. I can save you.”

When Shen Xingyang heard this, hope gradually rose in his eyes. Could he believe it?

Song Yichen looked at Shen Xingyang, and there was an unspeakable feeling in his heart, but at this moment, he just wanted to save Shen Xingyang, wanted to help Shen Xingyang, no matter what.

But later, Song Yichen realized how difficult it was. He couldn’t contact the outside world. In the end, he had no choice but to use his own life to help Shen Xingyang.

As long as he died, Yin Yan would definitely relax because he was afraid of the Song family, and be busy finding someone to help him. At that time, it would be Shen Xingyang’s best chance to escape.

Before Song Yichen died, he looked at the sky, imagining Shen Xingyang running freely in his mind. That should be Shen Xingyang.

“Shen Xingyang, I love you.”

Until his death, this sentence from his previous life was never spoken.

“Song Yichen…”

“Song Yichen.”

Song Yichen was awakened by a familiar voice. He opened his tired eyes and saw the figure that made him feel extremely at ease.

“What’s wrong?”

Shen Xingyang wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and asked with some worry.

Song Yichen hugged Shen Xingyang tightly, tears still flowing uncontrollably.

Shen Xingyang didn’t speak, only felt confused. What was wrong with Song Yichen all of a sudden?

While he was wondering, Song Yichen leaned close to his ear, filled with endless tenderness.

“I love you.”

Shen Xingyang was about to say I love you too when he heard Song Yichen say first.

“This is what I, from my previous life, wanted to say.”

When Shen Xingyang heard this, a string in his mind tightened, and he just let Song Yichen hug him without speaking.

The Song Yichen of the previous life deceived Shen Xingyang. He was willing to die for him because he loved him, not because of Shen Jinjue’s entrustment.

They had originally agreed to get their marriage certificate after a while, but because of that dream, Song Yichen was very uneasy and immediately took Shen Xingyang to get their certificate.

“This life’s Song Yichen made up for the regrets of the previous life.”

Song Yichen posted the marriage certificate on his Moments with just such a caption, which made many people confused.

Many people asked Song Yichen what he meant, but he just smiled and didn’t speak, because that sentence was for Shen Xingyang, so only Shen Xingyang could understand.