TSBIR Chapter 87

Chapter 87: Letting Go

Chapter 87: Letting Go

Song Yichen was taking care of Shen Xingyang at the hospital while also tending to Song Shiyan.

Fortunately, Song Shiyan recovered relatively well and regained consciousness in a few days, being transferred to a regular ward.

However, Shen Xingyang’s health was such that he never seemed to recover quickly from illnesses.

“I heard you were sick, so I came to see you.”

Shen Jinyu looked weary. Shen Xingyang had left Shen’s Company, entrusting everything to Shen Jinyu, who wasn’t particularly skilled in business. These past few days must have been a complete mess for him.

Shen Xingyang looked at Shen Jinyu, remembering what Yin Yan had said. Did Shen Jinyu truly care about him in his heart?

“I’m fine now, thank you.”

Shen Xingyang’s lips moved slightly, and he finally lowered his head, uttering these incredibly distant words.

Upon hearing Shen Xingyang’s response, Shen Jinyu didn’t conceal his joy.

“That’s good, that’s good. Is there anything you need? I’ll have someone bring it over.”

Shen Xingyang thought for a moment and shook his head, seemingly not wanting anything.

“Don’t you really want to go back to Shen’s?”

Shen Jinyu asked cautiously. He didn’t want Shen Xingyang to help him ease the burden.

It was only after going to the company that he truly realized how much Shen Xingyang had contributed and how hard he had worked.

He didn’t want Shen Xingyang’s efforts to be in vain, so he always wanted Shen Xingyang to return and give Shen’s back to him.

Shen Xingyang smiled, a look of release on his face: “No need, I’m fine as I am.”

At first, he was indeed unwilling, but now, he had let it go. Shen’s was never meant to be his from the start, so why force something that didn’t belong to him?

“Okay.”

Shen Jinyu looked at Shen Xingyang, not even knowing where to put his hands. At that moment, Song Yichen pushed the door open and walked in.

“Shen Jinyu, what are you doing here?”

Song Yichen knew what Shen Jinyu had done to Shen Xingyang and had always disliked him, so he didn’t show any courtesy at this moment.

Shen Jinyu glanced at Song Yichen indifferently, then turned around, smiling, and bid farewell to Shen Xingyang.

“I’ll go first, there are still matters at the company. Call me directly if you need anything.”

“Shen’s will always have a place for you.”

After Shen Jinyu finished speaking, he slowly turned around, preparing to leave, but it was clear that he didn’t want to go but had no reason to stay.

After all, he knew about Shen Xingyang and Song Yichen’s relationship. Staying here at this time would only interfere with the two of them being together.

“Brother.”

Just as Shen Jinyu’s hand touched the door, he heard Shen Xingyang’s voice. He turned his head sharply, his eyes a little red.

“Yes, Xingyang, thank you. I was too muddled in the past. From now on, I will definitely be a good brother.”

After Shen Jinyu said that, he opened the door and left, his movements appearing somewhat flustered.

“You’ve forgiven him just like that?”

Song Yichen was puzzled. He couldn’t forget how Shen Jinyu had treated Shen Xingyang back then.

Shen Xingyang shook his head helplessly: “He didn’t owe me anything in the first place. Calling him ‘brother’ isn’t about forgiveness, but to give the Shen Xingyang from my previous life an explanation. This response from him is something the Shen Xingyang from my previous life wouldn’t have dared to dream of.”

Perhaps Shen Jinyu hadn’t truly abandoned him in his previous life, but some things, once done, were done and couldn’t be truly forgotten.

But now, he didn’t care anymore; Shen Jinyu wasn’t that important to him anymore.

In the past, he hoped Shen Jinyu would be good to him, hoped Shen Jinjue would be good to him, and even more so, hoped Yin Yan would always protect him.

But now, he only wanted to be good to himself, to be good to Song Yichen; other people didn’t matter anymore.

“Song Yichen, let’s get married after Uncle Song recovers!”

Song Yichen looked at Shen Xingyang in disbelief, then reacted by smiling foolishly, his eyes wide.

“Shen Xingyang, have you thought it through? There’s no room for regret in this decision.”

“Then I won’t regret it.”

Song Yichen trembled with joy as he held Shen Xingyang’s hand, but he still leaned down, close to Shen Xingyang’s ear, and said extremely ambiguously:

“Shen Xingyang, I love you.”

The warm breath in his ear involuntarily made Shen Xingyang’s heart beat faster. Song Yichen’s body temperature was very low, touching his burning earlobe, creating an extreme level of intimacy.

But Song Yichen just restrained himself, got up, and continued to sit in his original position, just looking at Shen Xingyang.

Half a month later, Song Shiyan was discharged from the hospital, and Shen Xingyang went to the Song Family’s Old Residence. After a pleasant discussion, Song Yichen’s parents were very supportive of their marriage.

After the family banquet, Shen Xingyang returned to his room, and Song Yichen followed him.

“Why did you follow me here instead of staying in your room?”

“I’m afraid you’ll go back on your word, so I have to keep an eye on you.”

Song Yichen said, quite naturally lifting the covers and lying down.

Shen Xingyang was a little helpless; Song Yichen had so many excuses.

“Do you want to call your brother and tell him?”

Song Yichen held Shen Xingyang and asked him closely.

Shen Xingyang held his phone, touching it for a long time before dialing that number.

“Brother, I’m going to marry Song Yichen.”

Shen Xingyang blurted out these words as soon as the call connected. Afterward, both of them fell silent.

Shen Jinjue didn’t say anything, neither agreeing nor refusing. Perhaps he felt that he no longer had the right to interfere with Shen Xingyang’s decisions.

“Brother, no matter what, you’ll always be my brother.”

Both of them were silent, waiting for the other to hang up, but Shen Xingyang whispered a sentence, then hung up the phone without waiting for Shen Jinjue to speak.

“What can’t you say to your brother? You clearly want to see him, so why don’t you say it?”

Seeing that Shen Xingyang wasn’t speaking, Song Yichen assumed he still had concerns, so he added, “People often speak without thinking when they’re impulsive, but that doesn’t necessarily represent their true thoughts.”

Shen Xingyang had thought about Shen Jinjue’s words of regret during their argument for a long time, but he couldn’t let it go.

Shen Xingyang shook his head: “It’s not that I blame my brother; I just think what he said makes sense. He has already given up so much for me. In the future, I hope he can be himself and not focus everything on me.”

Shen Jinjue had given up his lover for him, losing the one he loved. He couldn’t imagine how Shen Jinjue had come to terms with it.

Now that Shen Jinjue had finally come out of it, he was constantly improving in the military camp, becoming more and more outstanding, and getting better and better.

He didn’t want to influence Shen Jinjue anymore; he didn’t want to be a burden to others anymore.

“Okay, as long as you have your own ideas, don’t feel pressured; just say something if anything happens.”

Song Yichen looked at Shen Xingyang, still a little worried.

“Don’t worry, am I the kind of person who dwells on things?”

Shen Xingyang smiled helplessly. Why was Song Yichen becoming more and more worried about him? He wasn’t a child.

“Shen Xingyang, tell me about how we met in your previous life and our subsequent interactions. I want to hear it.”

Shen Xingyang looked up at Song Yichen, his eyes a little hurt. He caressed Song Yichen’s eyes.

“Do you really want to hear it?”

Song Yichen nodded without hesitation. Shen Xingyang looked at him, sighed, grabbed Song Yichen’s hand, and began to recount his interactions with Song Yichen in his previous life.

To be honest, their interactions weren’t exactly pleasant, so he didn’t expect Song Yichen to lose his life for him.