After My Death, I Became a Heartless Madman - Chapter 38.2

Le Fei is Mr. Bai’s biological daughter, who was stolen by enemies many years ago and remained missing for over two decades. Mr. Bai had long given up hope, but it was Bai Ruowei who went through great hardships to bring her back.

With things having reached this point, Bai Ruowei had no room left for argument.

She nodded, said “Yes,” and withdrew.

As she stepped out, Mia handed her a coat and asked what Mr. Bai had said.

“I heard there’s an opening for a Vice Speaker position in the Council. Did Mr. Bai mention anything about it?”

The Council was the supervisory body of the Surveillance Institute, and a Vice Speaker of unclear factional allegiance could influence too many things. It was natural for Mia to be concerned.

Bai Ruowei nodded.

“The candidate hasn’t been decided yet.”

Mia smiled.

“Miss Bai, in the end, it will undoubtedly be you who takes that position.”

Bai Ruowei replied indifferently,

“You’re so sure?”

Mia laughed.

“Of course.”

“Anyone with eyes can see that this position was reserved for you by Mr. Bai. Besides, you’ve recently resolved many issues your contributions and abilities are clear for all to see.”

Bai Ruowei remained expressionless. The recent blows had left her somewhat dazed, and she wasn’t in the mood to discuss such matters.

“Father said he wants me to rest for a while. Many things will depend on you now.”

Mia’s expression changed.

It was already noon, and the aroma of food wafted from the kitchen. Yet, Miss Bai hadn’t eaten a bite or drunk a drop of water all day.

For advanced humans with superpowers, appetite was something that had been phased out by evolution. So even if she hadn’t eaten all day, even if the scent of food was tantalizing, Miss Bai felt no desire to eat.

But what about emotions? Could they, too, be optimized away through continuous evolution?

Bai Ruowei’s thoughts wandered.

Mia hesitated for a moment.

“Miss Bai, I think Mr. Bai is right. Your condition hasn’t been the best lately.”

“I think you might be a little too invested.”

Too invested?

Bai Ruowei pondered.

She had thought it was because she wasn’t invested enough that things had turned out this way.

If she had properly explained things to Song Shizhou from the start, would the outcome have been different?

She didn’t know.

The emotions she had forcibly suppressed threatened to surge again. Seeing her face grow increasingly pale, Mia held back many things she wanted to say.

“Perhaps you should rest for now. It might do you good to go out and clear your mind these next few days.”

Bai Ruowei thought Mia was right.

She dismissed Mia and drove back to Snow Pavilion alone. She had lost all sense of time, unable to tell if it was day or night. She slept in her bedroom for a while long enough for the sky to turn completely dark then woke up and took a shower.

Bai Ruowei drank a can of sugar-free coffee and booked a session at the gym.

The gym was nearby, less than half an hour’s drive away. Her mouth still tasted bitter, so she drank another can of cola. The personal trainer greeted her and led her to the VIP room. She followed behind, still holding the half-finished can.

The trainer glanced at her but said nothing.

Bai Ruowei felt like a boxer at that moment, just lowering her head and moving forward.

The trainer asked, “Miss Bai, what would you like to work on today?”

“Balance board, deadlifts, or…”

“Let’s go for a run.”

Bai Ruowei replied.

The elevator dinged, and someone stepped into the VIP elevator.

Their hair was slightly short, their back looked efficient, their height was about the same as hers, and they wore a black trench coat. Their profile was plain, somewhat gentle.

The soda can crumpled in Bai Ruowei’s grip.

She grabbed the person’s arm, then tugged at their collar.

The person turned around suspiciously, startling the coach as well.

“Miss, is there something you need?”

The person spoke calmly.

Bai Ruowei awkwardly withdrew her hand.

She had mistaken them for someone else.

She had thought this person was Song Shizhou.

Was it because she missed her too much?

Bai Ruowei’s eyes trembled.

From the side, there was a slight resemblance, but from the front, they looked nothing alike. Bai Ruowei forced a smile and apologized. Thankfully, she was wearing sunglasses otherwise, she might have been mistaken for a lunatic.

It wasn’t her after all.

She had been wrong.

The elevator arrived at the VIP lounge, but Bai Ruowei suddenly changed her mind.

She sat on a yoga ball, listened to music for a while, then went to the rowing machine until her arms ached.

The coach was startled by her sudden burst of activity.

“Miss Bai, you haven’t come in days. Exercising so intensely all of a sudden isn’t good for your body.”

Bai Ruowei acted as if she hadn’t heard.

The workout left her body sore. If her body ached, maybe her heart would feel a little better. It couldn’t hurt on both sides, how was she supposed to live like that?

The coach stood nearby, unsure whether to call Mia.

She bought another movie ticket.

A drama film she picked one at random, not even knowing what it was about. But it seemed heartbreaking; many people were sobbing loudly.

Bai Ruowei stared blankly at the screen while a couple in front whispered to each other.

After leaving the theater, the couple was still there. The girl clung to the boy, muttering,

“Serves that guy in the movie right for not being able to find a wife. Everything he said reeked of PUA, whatever the other person said, he just shot it down.”

The boy laughed and said,

“Wasn’t that just like the CP you used to ship? What did you call it again? Tsundere vibes!”

The girl clicked her tongue and retorted,

“That’s completely different! Tsundere and PUA aren’t the same thing. Don’t you dare slander my CP!”

The boy quickly conceded,

“Right, right, your CP is the sweetest in the world. My bad.”

Bai Ruowei walked ahead of them, feeling like she couldn’t take it anymore.

These two had been whispering nonstop since the movie started half the runtime felt like a comedy skit. Now that the movie was over, they still wouldn’t leave her alone. She turned around, tears welling in her eyes.

“It’s not, PUA.”

Bai Ruowei choked up.

“She wasn’t PUA.”

The mumbled words startled the girl. She wanted to ask, Who are you? but something about the woman seemed familiar. The lower half of her face beneath the sunglasses was strikingly beautiful more stunning than any celebrity on screen. Hearing the thick sob in her voice, the girl could only imagine how breathtaking this face would look when crying.

Assuming she was some heartbroken celebrity, the girl quickly dragged her boyfriend away.

Bai Ruowei stood there, disheveled.

She wanted to say, she wasn’t PUA.

Then why had she spoken so harshly? Why had she hurt her?

Were the things she had done now something she refused to acknowledge?

Bai Ruowei was so heartbroken she felt like vomiting, but she hadn’t eaten anything, so even if she wanted to, nothing would come up.

This must be what it feels like to lose all hope, the novelty of the sensation made her somewhat fond of it. She smiled faintly.

One shouldn’t drive when grieving,it’s easy to get into an accident. Yet Bai Ruowei endured her sorrow and drove back to Snow Pavilion.

The guard opened the gate for her. Miss Bai rolled down the window and asked him what time it was.

“It’s 2 a.m., Miss Bai.”

Two o’clock.

Again, 2 a.m.

It was also 2 a.m. when she returned Lan Chi’s painting to Song Shizhou.

That painting had been hard to retrieve, she’d even been stabbed twice for it. It didn’t hurt, though, because she was happy. At last, there was something that could make Song Shizhou happy, something to keep her little boat from living with a frown every day.

She didn’t want to see Song Shizhou sad or upset, so even if it meant enduring sadness herself, she could bear it.

After all, she was Bai Ruowei.

She thought Song Shizhou had forgiven her.

But had she not?

Had she never, not once?

She walked toward the Snow Couch. It was dark, and she couldn’t see clearly. The paths here all had similar decor, and Bai Ruowei grumbled inwardly. She didn’t know how long she’d been walking, couldn’t tell if the building ahead was the Ink Residence or the Snow Couch.

She pushed the door open. Xiao Bao came trotting over, licking her hand.

The little thing had been locked in a cage these past few days, Gu Zhiyu had only just let it out.

Miss Bai was thirsty. And a little dizzy.

She opened the fridge.

Inside were rows and rows of apricot blossom tea.

Song Shizhou had made it a few days ago so much of it, each bottle carefully labeled with dates, ready to drink straight away. Bai Ruowei had wondered at the time, why had she made so much?

Now she knew.

Even back then, she had already planned to leave.

If she was going to die, she at least wanted to know why.

Bai Ruowei wiped her face.

She should go ask Song Shizhou.

Just ask her why.

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