The Big Shot is Also Crazy About Me Today

Chapter 1511: Chapter 1279: A Beautiful Existence

It was Monday, November 6th. One more day and it would be the Beginning of Winter.

And on that very day, Song Zhongming’s first wife, Liang Yue’e, died unexpectedly.

This wasn’t the first time Shi Nuan had experienced someone’s death. Long ago, she’d gone through the loss of the person dearest to her.

She and Liang Yue’e weren’t that close, but hearing this kind of news was still hard to accept.

She thought of Song Yichuan. Just over half a year ago, Song Yichuan had died in this very hospital.

That day, it had been raining, but now outside the autumn sky was high and clear, the air crisp, the sky an endless blue. Yet the heavy, sorrowful mood was exactly the same.

Liang Yue’e’s two younger brothers, both in politics, arrived fifteen minutes after she was pronounced dead.

They couldn’t accept that their older sister had passed, and immediately grabbed Song Zhongming by the collar and beat him up.

The scene descended into chaos. Song Yansheng called hospital security on the spot and took Shi Nuan out first.

On the way back, the two of them stayed silent. Shi Nuan just stared blankly at the street outside.

Fallen leaves covered both sides of the road. Tomorrow would be the Beginning of Winter. Time passed so fast, really so fast. In the blink of an eye, it was another winter.

Shi Nuan suddenly felt a little cold and instinctively hunched in on herself.

Right then, a sudden warmth spread across her palm.

She started slightly, and Song Yansheng’s gentle voice sounded beside her ear: "What are you thinking about?"

Shi Nuan shook her head. "Nothing..."

Song Yansheng hummed softly in reply without saying more, but he tightened his grip on Shi Nuan’s hand.

Shi Nuan’s gaze trembled as she asked, "Second Uncle, do you believe people have souls?"

Song Yansheng’s thin lips moved. "I do."

Shi Nuan said, "I used to believe too. When my grandfather died, I believed very firmly. When my mother died, I believed somewhat. But when Xiao Chuan died, I suddenly stopped believing. In this world, there are so many things where ’disappearance’ means the disappearance of thought along with them. And the one who disappears has no way to perceive what the world looks like after their death. Disappearance is just disappearance. Nothing more..."

Song Yansheng frowned. "Nuannuan, you have to believe that beauty exists. As long as you believe in it, it definitely exists!"

Shi Nuan lowered her eyes. After a while, she said, "Then do you believe it, Second Uncle?"

Song Yansheng nodded. "I do. In my heart, Nuannuan is that beautiful existence."

Shi Nuan laughed softly. "Second Uncle doesn’t really believe either. If you did, you wouldn’t have fallen into depression back then..."

Song Yansheng was taken aback, momentarily at a loss for words.

Shi Nuan knew what she’d said wasn’t appropriate and apologized. "I’m sorry, Second Uncle. It’s just that Dr. Qu is my therapist now, and he said he used to be your therapist, so I figured you must have had some kind of psychological illness. As for whether it was depression, I’m actually not too sure..."

Song Yansheng pressed his lips together. "Nuannuan, back then... back then I’d been through too much, and for a while I just couldn’t see a way out. But you have to believe that even during that period, I still believed there was beauty in this world. I just didn’t believe that kind of beauty would ever belong to me..."

When he had first gone abroad, he played dumb, repeatedly dodging Song Zhongming’s persecutions. Every time he escaped death, it left a deep scar in his heart.

It made him wake from nightmares every night, gasping for breath.

Qu Yuzuo really did play a crucial role in treating his illness.

But he knew that without the photos and videos of Shi Nuan that Qin Ran had sent him, he might not have made it through.

He believed in the existence of beauty. He had always believed.

When he jolted awake from a nightmare in the middle of the night and stared at the dim ceiling, he would force himself to recall how beautiful and warm it had felt when he met six-year-old Shi Nuan at fourteen.

His heartbeat would calm a little then.

But he truly believed that Shi Nuan could never belong to him.

That thought had tormented him for a long time, and the one who helped him untangle it was also Qu Yuzuo.

Song Yansheng was deeply grateful to Qu Yuzuo. Without him, he didn’t know if he’d ever have the chance to sit here hand in hand with Shi Nuan like this.

Shi Nuan turned her eyes, glanced at Song Yansheng, and only after a while said, "Life is probably fair on the whole. Someone as outstanding and perfect as Second Uncle, someone who seems capable of anything in everyone’s eyes, actually still has things he wants but can’t get!"

Song Yansheng smiled. "Of course I do. Nuannuan herself is one, isn’t she? You know, I waited many years for Nuannuan before I finally waited her into my arms, to become my wife!"

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