TVMCC Chapter 105
by VolareChapter 105: It’s Always You Who Leaves Me
Not a single bite was taken from the dishes at the birthday banquet, only a piece of cake was missing, and the candles were burning to the very end.
And an alpha by the table, holding someone and crying as if his heart was breaking.
Jiang Qiu handled the funeral arrangements himself.
Yun Yi usually loved being beautiful, and he personally picked out his clothes and changed them himself.
Jiang Qiu commissioned a tombstone and personally wrote the inscription.
[The Tomb of Jiang Qiu and his Wife Yun Yi]
He sold all the Yun Corporation stocks under his name, and the money was donated in Yun Yi’s name.
The amount was huge, enough to cause a sensation in the Alliance District.
Yun Yi’s name became known to everyone for a time.
He wanted everyone to know that the young master was not a vicious omega, but the best omega in the world.
He Yuetang had pretty much guessed it when he heard about this.
He found the Yun family villa and looked at Jiang Qiu standing by the floor-to-ceiling window on the first floor.
He was holding a cigarette in his hand; he had quit smoking for half a year, but now he had relapsed.
His face was lifeless, and he looked many years older.
He Yuetang patted Jiang Qiu’s shoulder. “You’ve sold the entire Yun family business. Where are you planning to go?”
Jiang Qiu finished the last puff of the cigarette, put it out, and turned around. The bloodshot in his eyes was so severe that He Yuetang felt that Jiang Qiu hadn’t slept for days.
“I don’t know.”
Jiang Qiu had finished everything he needed to do. Finally, he wanted to help He Yuetang. “Cousin, are you afraid of pain?”
He Yuetang: “?”
He took a step back involuntarily.
“W-what do you want to do? Let me tell you, Yun Yi’s body is very difficult to cure.” He swallowed, his tone anxious. “It’s not my fault he died. I didn’t administer the poison. It was that Zhang Xiaonuo who put the medicine in the casserole and had him take it every day.”
“So you knew about that too!”
Jiang Qiu waited for He Yuetang to finish before speaking again. “Are you afraid?”
He Yuetang put on a brave front. “I’m not afraid!”
“Okay, then you can leave.”
“And then what?”
Jiang Qiu walked upstairs and said, “And then just leave.”
“You asked me to come just to ask me this? Jiang Qiu, can you stop scaring me?”
Jiang Qiu stopped talking. He went to the small room on the third floor and looked at the paintings that had been preserved for a long time, as well as the things Yun Yi had left him.
In the end, this painting was taken down and burned along with two small red books.
Yun Yi left him very few things, so few that they wouldn’t even fill a pocket.
Jiang Qiu took a shower, put on his most frequently worn white shirt and coat, and went out.
He took one last look at the Yun residence, his gaze moving to the lock.
The person he was waiting for would never open the door and go inside again.
The lock had become useless.
So was he.
Unable to wait for Yun Yi, he had also become a meaningless person.
His wrists were slashed three times. Jiang Qiu sat next to the tombstone, leaning against it as if he were leaning against Yun Yi, talking about the things that had happened since Yun Yi left.
“Little Yi, I’m sorry, I couldn’t fulfill your birthday wish for you.”
“Without you, winter is so cold. Every day is torture. I miss you so much, Little Yi, I really miss you.”
“Look at you, coming so lightly and leaving so lightly, leaving me here alone.”
“It’s always you who leaves me.”
“It’s a pity, there’s still a snow to see.”
“But, I’ll be able to see you soon. I haven’t gotten old, Little Yi will still be able to recognize me.”
The color drained from Jiang Qiu’s face, and he raised his bloodied fingers to touch the tombstone.
He said with a smile, “Wife, I’m coming to see you.”
At eight o’clock in the evening, the Alliance District received a long-overdue heavy snowfall.
The tombstone and Jiang Qiu’s hair were covered with white snowflakes.
Jiang Qiu and his wife Yun Yi finally stayed together until their hair turned white.
*
On a dark-colored bed, Qin Jiang Qiu suddenly opened his eyes.
The emotions in his deep eyes were unclear.
He raised his hand to touch his chest, which was in great pain.
He blurted out, “Little Yi…”
His expression froze after he said it, and he immediately remembered the dream he had just had.
The dream was too real, his wrists felt like they really had wounds, and he was sitting in front of Yun Yi’s grave, feeling his body gradually growing cold in the deep winter weather.
But he was absolutely certain that there was no young boy named Yun Yi around him.
Qin Jiang Qiu irritably pinched his brow, exhaled a breath of stale air, and got out of bed.
He had just taken over the Qin Corporation. His father had died on a woman’s belly, and since Qin Jiang Qiu was the only son, the Qin Corporation naturally fell into his hands.
However, there were too many things to do after taking over the Qin Corporation, and too many people needed to be replaced. This period of time was enough to make him overwhelmed.
A dream made his heart ache like it was being twisted.
Yun Yi, Yun Yi…
Qin Jiang Qiu closed his eyes, banished the dream, and walked towards the living room.
But his footsteps unconsciously moved towards the kitchen, and he naturally grabbed a casserole dish and washed rice. It was only when he saw the water flowing into the casserole dish that he seemed to react.
Qin Jiang Qiu paused for a second, turned off the water, threw down the casserole dish, and strode out.
He was going crazy.
He had never cooked before, but now he wanted to make porridge?
For whom?
Yun Yi?
His expression grew increasingly dark. He didn’t eat breakfast and drove directly to the company.
Qin Jiang Qiu thought that he could just stop thinking about it, but Yun Yi’s face kept appearing in his mind.
Especially when he thought of the way the child had died in his arms, he couldn’t help but shed tears.
The Qin Corporation executives and employees looked at the tears on Qin Jiang Qiu’s face, all looking at each other, afraid to continue speaking.
President Qin, who was always so cold and aloof, was actually crying in public.
What a filial son!
When the conference room became quiet, Qin Jiang Qiu finally came back to his senses.
The meeting couldn’t continue, so he stood up and said in a cold voice, “Meeting adjourned!”
After saying that, he strode out of the conference room, leaving behind a figure that made many employees even more confused about what their boss was thinking.
Qin Jiang Qiu washed his face and banished those images from his mind.
However, Yun Yi’s face was just too clear, so clear that it would stir his emotions whenever he thought of it.
He had been single for twenty-three years, and this was the first time he had felt the taste of heartbreak over a dream person.
Unable to banish it, Qin Jiang Qiu simply replayed the entire dream.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that Yun Yi was a little crazy.
And Qin Jiang Qiu loved this little crazy guy to death.
But the dream was so real, so real that it felt like he had experienced it himself.
Yuan Ai Sanatorium?
Qin Jiang Qiu was not someone who avoided things, he had to determine the authenticity of this dream.
Yun Yi had told him on his last day that he was not from that world, but had transmigrated into a person with the same name after being resurrected.
It was too shocking.
Qin Jiang Qiu felt that this matter was too shocking.
But his heartbeat told him that Yun Yi wouldn’t lie to him.
Yuan Ai Sanatorium was in the neighboring H City, and was a private, high-end sanatorium. The people living inside were all wealthy and powerful, and more importantly, they all had mental problems.
Qin Jiang Qiu couldn’t wait any longer and drove straight to H City.
Whether it was true or false, he had to see with his own eyes whether Yun Yi really existed.
After driving for three hours, he finally arrived.
From the outside, it seemed to be managed quite strictly. White walls stood tall, there were four security guards watching at the entrance, and there was barbed wire on top of the high walls, presumably electrified.
It didn’t look like a sanatorium, but like a prison.
Fortunately, Qin’s reputation was big enough. After Qin Jiang Qiu arrived, the director hurriedly came out to greet him.
“Do you have anyone here named Yun Yi?” Qin Jiang Qiu asked directly.
“Is it Yun Yi from the Yun family?” The director said in a flattering tone, “Yes, he just moved in three months ago.”
Qin Jiang Qiu’s heart rate suddenly accelerated, his tone carrying an urgency that he didn’t even realize himself, and his voice became even colder, “Where is he? Take me there.”
The director looked at him with some difficulty. “Madam Yun specifically instructed that no one can visit Yun Yi. That child has a destructive personality…”
Qin Jiang Qiu’s phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and the pressure of a superior instantly emanated, “Take me there!”
“Who would dare to stop the person I want to see?”
“Yes, yes, yes!” The director didn’t dare to refuse and quickly led the way to the backyard, reminding him as they walked, “You must stay away from him. This child will really kill people…”
“Shut up!”
The director closed his mouth sheepishly and stopped until they reached a small courtyard. There was a circle of barbed wire, with a willow tree among them, and a child with fair cheeks was squatting under the willow tree.
Qin Jiang Qiu’s eyes instantly turned red, and the pain in his chest became even clearer.
Yun Yi!
He was 100% certain that this was Yun Yi from his dream!