Although They're Mentally ill, They're Extremely Easy to Comfort - Chapter 94

“All these years, have you still been naively believing… that your parents died in a sandstorm?

A remote country, a backward village, a desert with absolutely no protection. In a place like that, taking a person’s life is as easy as crushing an ant, hahaha.”

Qiao Di’s bizarre laughter, which started off gloomy, gradually became unrestrained and arrogant. Wave after wave, the sharp, mocking sound heavily hammered at Ling Xi’s heart. Every single word was soul-destroying.

The man in the video continued wiping the shotgun in his hand. After a pause, he turned his head to look at Ling Xi again, displaying a complete disregard for life.

“Less than five kilometers from the camp, my people tied them up tightly and buried them in the desert.

Only their faces were exposed. They suffered the scorching sun during the day and the cold chill at night. Dehydration… temperature difference… fainting… they wanted to die but couldn’t, wanted to live but couldn’t.

The search and rescue team once brushed past them, yet they could only watch helplessly as… their last glimmer of hope for survival was extinguished, because their mouths were sealed, and they no longer had the strength to even let out a whimper, how despairing!

That kind of torturous despair is exactly what I wanted. Just thinking about it excites me so much…”

Those world-altering words relentlessly provoked Ling Xi’s nerves. The veins on her forehead bulged from the unventable anger. She clenched her fists, wanting to fight the man on the screen to the death.

But the unavoidable truth was right in front of her: this man was already dead, as he himself had stated.

“Oh, that’s right. Although I’ll be gone when you find out this truth, I still want to play a little treasure hunt game with you.”

Qiao Di’s wicked face became increasingly repulsive. He leaned in and rotated the camera, and soon two urns came into Ling Xi’s view.

Qiao Di’s voice came from off-screen: “You’re not so stupid as to not recognize what these are, are you? The rules of this game are simple: you will find Qiao Bo’er, confront her, and tear apart your relationship, otherwise, how will you get these two urns back?”

“Bastard! Bastard!” The remote control in Ling Xi’s hand, driven by impulse, wanted to smash the TV, but the last shred of sanity struggled to restrain her. Other than pale, weak cursing, there was no other way.

The camera returned to Qiao Di’s face. He was now sitting upright in the leather chair. His arrogant expression remained undiminished, and he began to delve deeper into the topic.

“Now that the story has been told up to this point, let’s talk about Qiao Bo’er.

Aren’t you curious why your parents, who were the most innocent, were the ones who died?

You should only blame yourself. To make you regret for a lifetime, suffer for a lifetime, and let them be your scapegoats—I couldn’t think of a better choice.

Do you know what your mistake was? You shouldn’t have saved Qiao Bo’er, and your parents shouldn’t have intervened. Don’t you all understand the principle that no good deed goes unpunished?”

Qiao Di smashed the table and roared uncontrollably. He painfully covered his face, and the emotion of hatred successfully infected Ling Xi.

Both of them stared directly at each other with red eyes. This confrontation across time and space finally allowed hatred to bloom into beautiful, blood-red petals.

Qiao Di closed his eyes tiredly and hugged the gun in his arms. A look of perverted tenderness surfaced on his face, as if he were holding the highly coveted Qiao Bo’er: “If she had obediently submitted to me, no one would have died, and no one would have suffered.

But she just wouldn’t believe it. She insisted on talking nonsense about only wanting to be with you! That’s too funny. Doesn’t that illusory rescue sound like a joke?

You just stumbled upon her by chance, just went to call people to rescue her. Why did you so easily ascend to her altar?!

You never truly participated in her growth, yet you effortlessly became the most important part of her life.

I’m not convinced! Ling Xi, I’m not convinced!”

Veins pulsed blue on Qiao Di’s neck. He roared furiously. The jealousy born from unrequited love not only distorted his facial features but also the soul destined not to be loved by the gods.

Finally, the remote control slipped from her hand and violently smashed into the TV. But even though the screen was broken, it did not stop the video from playing.

In the shattered screen, Qiao Di’s repulsive face was also fragmented.

Ling Xi gasped roughly, even screaming crazily in her heart. Why was this man already dead? Death was not a punishment for him; it was an immense absolution!

“I’m particularly curious, now that the truth is out, will you still love Pearl Josefa, or rather, do you dare to love her? If it weren’t for her, you wouldn’t be living the way you are now. Do you regret saving her? I’m truly curious about your answer, but unfortunately, I won’t be able to see it.”

Qiao Di said the last segment through gritted teeth. That curiosity was entwined with regret, as if not being able to see the final outcome was a profound, unavoidable life regret.

The sound abruptly stopped. Only Ling Xi’s rapid breathing was left in the room. Why, every time she was approaching a good life, just a little bit away from starting a brand new life, was she always ruthlessly pulled back into the abyss?

Why?!

The throbbing, splitting headache, which hadn’t flared up for a long time, like an inescapable nightmare, once again climbed up Ling Xi’s cerebral nerves.

The spiritual world, which had been painstakingly pieced together, shattered again into irreparable cracks. Ling Xi cried out in pain, accompanied by the crashing sound of bottles and jars being swept onto the floor from the coffee table.

The last thread of sanity made her tremble as she fumbled in the drawer for her medicine box. She was so frantic that she couldn’t control her actions, and she swallowed the entire box of pills in one go.

She collapsed on the ground. Even as glass shards cut her cheek, mixing with the oozing blood, and even as the pain assaulted her, it could not pull Ling Xi, who had fallen into the abyss, back to the real world.

She laughed and cried miserably and wretchedly.

Just as Qiao Di had said, she began to doubt: was Qiao Bo’er, this love that spanned twenty years, worth it in the end? The price was too great.

Qiao Di was dead, but in the spiritual world, he won.

“Yo, not whispering sweet nothings to your darling? Why the sudden thought to call me?” Xiao Mo answered the phone call from Qiao Bo’er with a tease.

“Xiao Mo, is Ling Xi at the studio? I can’t reach her.”

“It’s the weekend. She’s busy playing with herself. Why would she bother coming to the studio to look for trouble?” Hearing Qiao Bo’er’s anxious inquiry, Xiao Mo was dismissive, still joking easily.

“Could you please go over to her house and check on her? I’m very worried… I have a bad feeling.”

“Ling Xi’s mental state has been excellent lately. You’re just being affected by love, missing her the moment you don’t hear from her. You’re too sensitive.”

“Xiao Mo! I’m not kidding with you. I keep calling, and she won’t answer. That’s totally unlike her!”

Qiao Bo’er raised her voice, finally getting Xiao Mo’s attention. He sobered up and said, “She hasn’t answered at all? Alright, I’ll go to her house right away to check. Once I get there, I’ll have her call you back. Don’t worry too much.”

Xiao Mo hung up the phone and tried to contact Ling Xi, calling her a dozen times. Aside from a rigid busy signal, there was no sign of her answering.

“What’s wrong?” Su Yunjin, sitting nearby, watched Xiao Mo’s face gradually darken and asked with concern, “You really can’t reach Ling Xi?”

At critical moments, a woman’s intuition is often particularly effective. She barely asked for the details, grabbed her purse, and moved: “Let’s go.”

When the two pushed the door open, they were stunned by the scene of devastation before their eyes.

Ling Xi was lying motionless on the floor. Looking at the smashed TV and the empty box of pills.

“Ling Xi!”

Xiao Mo scooped up the unconscious Ling Xi, gently slapping her injured cheek and calling her name, but there was no response.

Su Yunjin picked up the medicine box on the floor. When she saw the name of the drug, her initially calm expression immediately turned panicked: “To the hospital! Hurry up, to the hospital!”

“She took a whole box of Clonazepam… My God!” Xiao Mo gasped in surprise, hoisted Ling Xi onto his back, and rushed out the door.

The sound of hurried high heels echoed in the corridor. Qin Yun anxiously burst into the hospital room: “How is Ling Xi?”

Bai Yuan was staring at the IV line, adjusting the drip rate. Hearing the door being slammed open, she turned around.

“Miss, please be quiet. It’s best not to speak loudly in the hospital.” She looked at Qin Yun, signaling her to lower her voice, and then said, “Fortunately, you brought her in time. Any later, and she would have relapsed.”

“Dr. Bai, when will she wake up?” Su Yunjin asked about the situation. Bai Yuan couldn’t give an exact time: “Although we’ve performed gastric lavage, we don’t know how long ago she took the medicine, so we can’t judge when she’ll wake up.

What on earth did you people do? I repeatedly stressed the importance of timely follow-up appointments. Her emotional state isn’t something that can be gauged by daily observation. Many factors can cause a relapse, and taking too much of this medicine is no joke. Did something happen?”

“We’re not entirely sure what exactly happened,” Su Yunjin couldn’t answer Bai Yuan’s questions, leaving only a sigh.

“For now, we can only keep her for observation. Let’s start the medication. If anything happens, just look for me.”

“Thank you, Dr. Bai.”

Watching Bai Yuan leave, Qin Yun walked closer to the bedside.

Seeing Ling Xi’s pale face, she turned to look at Su Yunjin, but before she could speak, Su Yunjin already understood and shook her head: “We rushed to her house immediately after getting Bo’er’s call. Ling Xi was already unconscious on the floor then. We don’t know why she suddenly ended up like this.”

“Besides contacting me, did you contact Bo’er?”

“We were afraid she would worry too much, so we haven’t dared to reply yet.” Xiao Mo returned to the room after completing all the procedures and answered Qin Yun’s question.

With Qin Yun taking care of things, they seemed to feel a bit more secure.

Before leaving, Qin Yun briefly instructed: “Tell me what you need, and I will arrange everything.”

“Thank you for your trouble, Miss Qin.”

“You’re welcome. I’ll leave the hospital matters to you two. Leave the rest to me.”

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