TSBIR Chapter 65

Chapter 65: Song Yichen Faints

Chapter 65 Song Yichen Faints

It was a long time later, after he was already on his private plane, that he received the news that Shen Xingyang had suddenly fallen ill in City S and had been rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment.

Lin Ruoxi heard that the Second Master of the Shen family had an accident in his City S, he also rushed to the hospital.

But by the time he arrived at the hospital, Shen Xingyang was already dead.

He went forward in disbelief, wanting to confirm whether the person lying on the bed was Shen Xingyang, but was stopped by Xiao Qi and his men.

“Young Master Lin, our Young Master Shen had an accident in your jurisdiction, don’t you think you should give the Shen family an explanation?”

As Xiao Qi and the others spoke, they had already taken out their guns, showing a tendency to take action.

Lin Ruoxi’s people saw this and were not to be outdone. The two groups started fighting in the morgue.

Someone fired the first shot, and Xiao Qi’s arm was bleeding profusely.

“What’s wrong? Are you starting to lash out because we hit the nail on the head?”

Xiao Qi said loudly, and the people behind him couldn’t restrain their anger even more and stepped forward one after another. Because the morgue was too crowded, several people fought into the aisle, but no one dared to shoot.

At this moment, a raging fire suddenly broke out in the morgue.

There was only one corpse inside. Once the fire started, everything would be gone.

“Fire! Put out the fire!”

Lin Ruoxi hurriedly interrupted the fighting people and asked them to put out the fire. Everyone moved quickly, and the fire was quickly extinguished, but there was nothing left inside.

“Young Master Shen.”

Xiao Qi looked at the charred corpse in front of him, which was completely unrecognizable. Tears streaming down his face, he knelt heavily in front of the charred corpse, crying uncontrollably.

Lin Ruoxi frowned. Who was trying to plot against him? Now, even if he had a mouth, he couldn’t explain it clearly.

Because the murderer was unknown, the charred corpse was placed in a high-security morgue.

It was jointly guarded by Lin Ruoxi’s men and those arranged by Xiao Qi. Lin Ruoxi also began to investigate the truth behind Shen Xingyang’s death.

Song Yichen had not yet arrived in City S when he received the news of Shen Xingyang’s death.

When he heard these words, his ears were filled with a sharp buzzing sound, as if countless bees were crashing around in his head. His body felt as if all its support had been suddenly taken away, his whole body went limp, and he collapsed onto the back of the airplane seat.

His lips parted slightly, but it was as if something was blocking his throat, and he couldn’t utter a single word. His eyes stared straight ahead, his gaze empty and dazed.

“Young Master Song.”

In the evening, Song Yichen finally arrived in City S. Based on the information, he found the morgue, but was stopped outside.

“Young Master Song, our Young Master Lin has instructed that no one is allowed to enter.”

“Let’s see who dares to stop me.”

Song Yichen’s gun was pointed at the head of the person blocking him. That person looked into Song Yichen’s eyes, which were like a bottomless, dark pool, but seemed even more terrifying than the dark pool. Darkness seemed to be condensing within them, and the surrounding air seemed to be frozen by the coldness emanating from those eyes. His pupils were like two cold obsidian stones, and the gaze that peeked out from under his eyelids had no warmth, only endless coldness and cruelty.

“Let Young Master Song in.”

At this moment, Xiao Qi walked out and broke the stalemate. Song Yichen said nothing and walked straight inside.

As soon as the gun left that person’s head, he couldn’t support himself any longer and fell to the ground, trembling. Was this the majesty of the Song family’s heir?

When he walked inside, he unhesitatingly ripped open the white cloth. He didn’t believe that Shen Xingyang would suddenly die, they must be lying to him.

It wasn’t until he saw the charred corpse that was no longer in its original shape, that he couldn’t even tell whether the charred corpse in front of him was male or female.

Then Song Yichen saw the medical wristband on the body’s hand. The display screen in the middle of the wristband had been burned out, and the original appearance was completely unrecognizable. However, because the wristband’s strap was fireproof, although it was very black, it was not difficult to see that this was the one that Song Yichen had personally put on Shen Xingyang before.

Looking at the charred corpse, Song Yichen’s breathing suddenly became rapid and disordered, and his chest felt as if it was being pressed down by a huge stone. Each breath felt like it had to pass through layers of obstacles.

His heart stopped for a moment, then beat wildly in his chest like out-of-control drumbeats.

His hands unconsciously covered his chest, trying to relieve the sudden feeling of suffocation. His fingernails dug deeply into his flesh, but he was completely unaware of the pain, because the pain in his heart at this moment far exceeded any physical sensation.

“Young Master Song.”

Xiao Qi was about to step forward to comfort him when he saw Song Yichen spit out a mouthful of blood. The blood landed on the white cloth above the charred corpse, especially clear and visible.

“I am very clear about my physical condition, so I don’t need Young Master Xiao to worry.”

Song Yichen looked at the blurry teenager in front of him, why couldn’t he see the teenager’s face clearly? Even his voice was incredibly blurry.

But even so, he could feel the teenager’s despair. What had he experienced to be so desperate?

Looking at the teenager, his heart ached terribly. That kind of uncontrollable soreness felt like it was about to overwhelm him.

“Who are you?”

Song Yichen walked closer to the teenager, but with every step he took, he felt the ground getting wetter and wetter. He looked down and saw a patch of Flowers.

The teenager’s desperate cries came one after another, each one piercing his heart like a blade.

“Even freedom is gone, what’s the use of having life? You shouldn’t have saved me.”

“Young Master Song is indeed a benevolent doctor, willing to save even a dying person.”

……

“Brother…”

“Brother.”

Song Yichen was awakened by urgent calls. He looked at Gu Ze in front of him, his mind blank.

He just had a very long dream. What was in the dream?

Song Yichen rubbed his throbbing head, unable to remember at all, but the soreness from the dream hadn’t disappeared, and it felt like a huge stone was pressing down on his heart, unbearably heavy.

“Brother, how are you?”

Gu Ze looked at Song Yichen anxiously, he was so scared! This was the first time in Song Yichen’s life that he had fainted.

Song Yichen was in good health and had never fainted before, but after knowing the reason, he didn’t find it strange.

Seeing the disfigured corpse of the person he loved, who wouldn’t be unable to accept it?

“Where is this? Why am I here?”

Song Yichen lifted the blanket and prepared to get up. Didn’t he have to work? Why was he lying here? And Gu Ze, how could he just let him do this?

“Brother, don’t be like this.”

Gu Ze looked at Song Yichen’s evasive appearance, his eyes reddening, and stopped Song Yichen from getting up.

“Brother, don’t move. Rest well first. You hit your head when you fainted, you have a bit of a concussion.”

Song Yichen looked at Gu Ze and forced a smile: “What are you talking about? What fainting? When did I faint?”

“Brother, you should accept reality, Shen Xingyang is already de…”

“Shut up! Impossible! Shen Xingyang won’t die! What nonsense are you talking about?!”

Song Yichen’s tears flowed out uncontrollably, and his trembling hands kept lifting the blanket, but the thin blanket seemed to weigh a thousand pounds and couldn’t be lifted.

“I must be dreaming. Yes, I’m dreaming.”

Song Yichen lay back on the bed and closed his eyes, pretending to sleep.

Gu Ze didn’t say anything, looking at Song Yichen’s appearance, silently shedding tears. That was his most high-spirited cousin!

But even if Gu Ze didn’t speak, Song Yichen couldn’t deceive himself anymore, and covered his face with the blanket and cried.

His cries were like the mournful howls of an injured beast. The sound squeezed out from the depths of his throat, first a low sob, like muffled thunder rumbling in his chest, and then suddenly rising, turning into a shrill howl, “Ahhh!” This sound pierced the silent night sky, so sharp that it seemed to tear the darkness apart.