Crazy Beautiful Fishing Master Chasing His Wife's Crematorium - Chapter 27

At night, she lay in the bamboo cottage on the island.

It was raining outside, a steady drizzle.

For the first time, her dream was not blood-red and filled with flying snow. Instead, she saw moss slowly growing, emerging from stone crevices, surrounded by a riot of blooming flowers in various shades of red and purple. The wind blew, shaking the flowers, startling a whole mountain of spring scenery.

In the dream, she waited for the wind to rise, for the flowers to open, for the moss to grow wildly, and she was also waiting for her person to arrive.

But when she woke up, she hadn’t waited for anyone.

Ye Sangyu opened her eyes, breathing in the fresh, clean air after the rain.

She was lost in thought for a long time, recalling the unpleasant phone call from the night before, where her answers were cold and merciless—she didn’t want to [reconcile].

Xiang Feiwan, who had expected this outcome, smiled faintly and said, “I will still miss you, day and night.”

Hearing this inexplicably irritated her, and she retorted sarcastically, “Miss me? And then marry a man?”

As expected, there was silence on the other end. She pressed on, “You keep saying you love me, but you had me locked up in prison. You treat everything I say as if it’s air. I’ve told you, I won’t forgive you, I won’t miss you, and I won’t love you. You can ask a hundred times, and the answer will always be the same.”

Ye Sangyu finished her piece in one breath, angrily hanging up the phone.

She said it to Xiang Feiwan, but also to herself, otherwise, she wouldn’t be worthy of the 730 days she lost in the darkness.

Xiang Feiwan wasn’t surprised. She listened to the recording of the conversation again, a faint smile lingering on her face.

Dong Zhengting’s call came in at this moment, his tone displeased: “What nerve, telling me to call you back. What exactly do you want?”

Xiang Feiwan brought up the phone call in New York. Dong Zhengting sneered and countered with a question of what business it was of hers. She replied calmly, “I know you two are meeting. You need to think carefully about what you should say.”

“Mind your own business,” Dong Zhengting complained before abruptly hanging up.

The next day, Holly took Ye Sangyu out for a boat trip.

Ye Sangyu was in low spirits, sitting listlessly at the bow of the boat. Holly stopped the boat by the sea and lay down beside Ye Sangyu to sunbathe.

The sky was a dazzling blue. Holly squinted, a wild blade of grass dangling from her mouth.

Ye Sangyu closed her eyes, seemingly asleep.

Holly gently nudged her. Ye Sangyu frowned slightly. Holly whispered, “Want to chat?”

Ye Sangyu tilted her head to look at her, an expression that meant, ‘About what?’

“Let’s talk about you and CEO Xiang, or let’s talk about your…” Holly paused, unsure if she should tread on that dark territory, “Anyway, whatever you want to talk about.”

“You talk, I’ll listen,” Ye Sangyu clasped her hands and rested them under her head. “Just about Xiang Feiwan.”

Holly thought for a moment and summarized: I know you had a hard time in there, but CEO Xiang had it worse on the outside than you did.

How much worse, Holly stammered, her eyes showing fear: “CEO Xiang told us not to talk about it.”

“Then what’s the point of chatting?” Ye Sangyu swore. Holly shook her head helplessly: “I used to think you were cute. Now you’re so volatile…”

Ye Sangyu hissed, tilting an eyebrow, looking a little fierce. Holly laughed, “Volatile in a cute way.”

The two lay in silence for a while. Holly began to murmur, as if talking to herself: “Actually, I’m not very clear about that matter either. At the time, it was all handled by Hemi and CEO Xiang. If you remember, I wasn’t around then.”

Ye Sangyu didn’t say anything, but her thoughts drifted back. Indeed, at that time, Xiang Feiwan had been alone, running around for her.

“I was sent abroad then. I originally thought it was purely for my training.” Holly thought about it later and always felt there was a reason, “But when I came back, CEO Xiang had disappeared for a long time. Company matters were managed by others. I asked Hemi, but she wouldn’t say either.”

Ye Sangyu listened to her rambling and suddenly realized that she had never met Hemi.

“Besides you and CEO Xiang, has anyone else met Hemi?” Ye Sangyu asked abruptly. Holly shook her head; she didn’t know either. “Even when Hemi and I meet, we don’t talk about work. It’s strange, right? But ever since we started following CEO Xiang, work and personal life have always been kept completely separate.”

Holly remembered that when Xiang Feiwan reappeared after her disappearance, she had lost a lot of weight, and her demeanor was even colder and more resolute.

“You might not have noticed the huge changes over the past few years,” Holly analyzed with great detail.

For instance, Huaxin Group leaped to become the second-highest GDP contributor in Jingzhou City within half a year, and applying for the GEU organization was over a year ago, only now getting a response;

Or how Xiang Feiwan went from being isolated to now having social connections with business tycoons—regardless of whether they are genuine friends or insincere flatterers, these people show Xiang Feiwan respect;

Furthermore, Xiang Feiwan has very close relationships with Guangming Group and Beidou Group, which are all manifestations of her strength and status…

Ye Sangyu remained quiet for a long time. Holly tilted her head to look at her: “Are you still listening?”

“Yes.”

The achievements Xiang Feiwan made in just two years might take others a lifetime to attain. Only she knew the effort she had put in behind the scenes.

Holly had bought her alcohol and medicine; the insomnia problem couldn’t be solved, and later she even saw a psychiatrist.

“In short, the CEO Xiang you see today is the best version she can present to you,” Holly’s voice was low. “The way she was when you weren’t here… how should I put it?”

As Holly was trying to find the right words, Ye Sangyu let out a muffled sigh, saying indifferently, “What’s the purpose of telling me all this?”

“No purpose.”

“Heh.” Ye Sangyu raised a hand to cover her eyes, gently rubbing them to relieve the strain. “Telling me she suffered more than I did isn’t just a way of saying I shouldn’t blame her, is it?”

Holly was stumped by the question. Subconsciously, she had indeed thought so: “CEO Xiang cares about you very much.”

“So what?” Ye Sangyu’s tone was hostile. Holly felt she had put her foot in her mouth, sat up, and turned her back to her, saying, “This is between the two of you. I shouldn’t overstep. As long as you know what you think, and you know what you want, and you don’t regret what you do, that’s fine.”

Holly started the boat, circling the sea. The crashing waves splashed on Ye Sangyu’s face like raindrops.

Ye Sangyu tossed and turned in annoyance. Holly loudly asked her if she wanted to fish, but she didn’t reply.

Back on shore, Holly wanted to take her somewhere: “There are trees and flowers there. I want you to see them.”

“What’s so great about that?” She had completely lost interest and just wanted to go home.

So, that very night, they returned to Jingzhou City, and she hailed a taxi.

Holly called Xiang Feiwan to apologize for her actions. Xiang Feiwan said nothing but told her never to bring up these matters again.

“I just worry about you.”

“There’s no need.”

Holly felt a sting of sadness. She wanted to text Hemi, but after scrolling through their chat history, she realized Hemi was also a bit crazy, so she lost the motivation.

Ye Sangyu spent several consecutive days mostly sleeping, only ordering takeout when she was extremely hungry.

Su Zhi and Xiang Feiwan had both called her, but she was too lazy to answer. She picked up her phone and looked through it now.

Su Zhi had sent a pile of photos and messages. Xiang Feiwan had sent a few messages, all reminding her to eat well and rest.

One message had been retracted, followed by another immediately telling her to be happy however she could, and not to worry about anything else.

Her listless, decadent life continued until the sixth day of the New Year.

Tomorrow was the first day back to work. Ye Sangyu climbed out of bed, tied up her hair, and put on a clean outfit to go out to eat.

Few shops were open during the New Year period, so she found a Shaxian Snacks restaurant.

A festive ‘Fu’ character hung on the glass door. There were only a few tables inside. The owner and his wife were sitting at a table watching a video together, laughing and nudging each other like a newlywed couple.

Ye Sangyu stared blankly for a long time, a sense of envy rising in her heart, which made her think of her and Xiang Feiwan’s shared memories… She quickly stopped the thought.

After dinner, she walked along the deserted street. The flickering light of the distant street lamps resembled the fireflies they used to catch together.

Why was she thinking about them again? Ye Sangyu kicked a pebble on the side of the road in frustration. The pebble rolled to a bus stop, and a bus pulled to a halt.

The bus doors opened. The vehicle was empty. On a whim, she got on and sat in the first row near the back door.

This was her favorite spot. The pampered Miss [Xiang Feiwan], to humor her, would chase after her and get on the bus, only to accidentally discover that Xiang Feiwan suffered from motion sickness and nearly passed out right there on the bus.

Ye Sangyu rested her head against the window, cursing herself every time she thought of Xiang Feiwan.

After passing two red lights, she had cursed herself countless times, finally growing tired and giving up the fight.

Loving someone and hating someone probably both result in the same persistent obsession, an inevitable echo.

The bus unexpectedly passed by the old Xiang family residence. The sycamore trees on both sides stood with high, withered branches, and snow piled up at the base of the roots. A few people wearing masks stood on the curb, seemingly carrying paint cans.

Her heart sank. This stretch of road belonged to the Xiang family, and the parked cars were all Xiang Feiwan’s.

Seeing someone lift a bucket and splash green paint onto a car, Ye Sangyu abruptly stood up: “I need to get off.”

Just as the bus stopped at the next station, she rushed off and ran back. A boy was using a brush to write ‘fuck’ on the car window, while several girls giggled.

An empty bucket, blown by the wind, rolled toward her. She casually picked it up and hit the boy squarely on his back.

The boy, who was leaning on the car, got covered in paint. The group of immature, rebellious teenagers, emboldened by their numbers, started cursing and preparing to retaliate.

Ye Sangyu had practiced fighting in prison and kept it up after getting out. She immediately kicked the boy down.

A girl with pigtails trembled, clutching a bucket, and tried to pour it on Ye Sangyu. Ye Sangyu dodged, snatched the bucket, and splashed the paint outwards.

Splash! The boy turned into a colorful mess. The girls swore viciously, picked up sticks, and began to attack.

Ye Sangyu dodged, struck, kicked, and shoved. The boy on the ground continued to rant. She directly kicked over a paint can. They scrambled but failed to avoid it, getting paint all over themselves, making them cry and curse in anger.

Ye Sangyu called the police, stood with her hands in her pockets watching them, and asked, “Why did you pour paint on the car?”

“It’s not your car, you f***ing… Ah!” She stepped on the boy’s chest, grabbed his collar, and warned him coldly, “Watch your mouth.”

“I’ll go to your…” Halfway through his insult, the boy was silenced, frightened by the sudden whoosh of Ye Sangyu’s fist. Her fist stopped a few centimeters from his face. She gestured without dropping it: “One curse word, one punch. Go on, curse.”

Someone tried to take advantage of the distraction to run. Ye Sangyu stood up, caught up in a few strides, grabbed the person’s hair, and dragged them back.

Xiang Feiwan arrived with the local police. This area was a villa neighborhood, largely belonging to the Xiang family, and the familiar precinct officer had called Xiang Feiwan to inform her.

Once the police arrived, the teenagers confessed after a little intimidation.

It turned out that Huaxin Group had recently rejected a celebrity endorsement. His fans were unhappy, especially when the celebrity hinted that it was due to Xiang Feiwan’s personal reasons. The overzealous fans, eager to defend their idol, secretly came to retaliate.

The police reprimanded and educated them, then pleaded on their behalf. Xiang Feiwan was inclined not to press charges, but Ye Sangyu immediately blocked her, stating coldly, “No. Compensation is mandatory. None of you five will escape responsibility.”

The police officer didn’t recognize Ye Sangyu and looked at Xiang Feiwan: “CEO Xiang, who is this…”

“Who I am is not important. What is important,” Ye Sangyu said with a cold face, “is that minors who make mistakes must also pay the price.”

The police urged the teenagers to apologize, reminding them in a low voice: “Why aren’t you apologizing? Do you know this car costs millions?”

They finally realized the severity of the situation and quickly lowered their heads, admitting their mistake. Ye Sangyu’s index finger tapped her palm: “Stop! I don’t accept the apology. You must compensate.”

The police officer looked at Xiang Feiwan with difficulty: “CEO Xiang, isn’t this your car? Should I listen to you, or her?”

Ye Sangyu looked back at her, her eyes sharp. Xiang Feiwan walked to her side and said earnestly, “Listen to her.”

Xiang Feiwan assigned Holly to deal with the matter. She tugged at Ye Sangyu’s clothes: “Want to go inside and sit for a bit?”

She then whispered, “I haven’t been here alone since my family passed away.”

Ye Sangyu turned and walked inside. After all, she hadn’t been here for over two years either.

The old residence had been uninhabited for a long time, looking dilapidated and withered in the winter.

Xiang Feiwan stood at the entrance, stomping the snow off her shoes, but her hand froze on the doorknob.

She turned around, her shoulders slightly hunched, showing a rare hint of fear: “Could you open the door, please?”

“Why?”

“Because,” Xiang Feiwan lowered her head and whispered, “Father passed away here, right inside the entrance. I…”

“I’ll open it.” Ye Sangyu interrupted her, standing at the doorway, straightening her clothes, and said, “Uncle, I and Wan…” She instinctively spoke the phrase, the very thing she used to say every time she arrived.

She hadn’t expected their next meeting to be a separation of life and death. Xiang Shuhua [Xiang Feiwan’s father] had liked her when he was alive, and he liked seeing her and Xiang Feiwan together. She briefly set aside her hatred for Xiang Feiwan, feeling a surge of respect and sorrow for Xiang Shuhua.

She firmly gripped the doorknob, turned around, and held out her hand, waiting.

Xiang Feiwan hesitated, then touched her fingertips to Ye Sangyu’s palm. Ye Sangyu grasped the cold hand, straightened her posture, and, as if returning to the most ordinary day from memory, said in the lightest possible tone, “Uncle, Wanwan and I are home.”

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