Seduced Me into a Deep Fall - Chapter 45

Ling Xi’s heartstrings seemed to be plucked by Song Yi’s gaze, trembling incessantly.

“Sister…” Ling Xi clung to her hand.

“Have you ever resented me?”

As they spoke, their eyes locked together.

“How could I?” A trace of bitterness flashed through the smile at the corner of Song Yi’s lips.

She had heard Ling Xi’s whispered words.

It wasn’t that Ling Xi didn’t acknowledge her, didn’t love her. She just didn’t remember.

Ling Yue had also said it was because she had been through too much.

Perhaps Song Yi had indeed resented Ling Xi at one point.

But at least now, Song Yi had come to terms with it.

“I didn’t mean now… No, never mind.” Ling Xi shook her head.

Since Song Yi didn’t want to bring up that matter again—mentioning it would only make her cry—

then Ling Xi would simply pretend she didn’t know.

After all, Song Yi had said there was no resentment, and now they had reunited, their relationship so close they were even talking about marriage.

“Little sweetheart. I’ve already told you almost everything.”

After dinner, Song Yi finally remembered what she had wanted to ask Ling Xi.

She wrapped her arms around Ling Xi’s waist, not letting her escape.

Not that Ling Xi had any intention of running at the moment.

She turned her head to meet Song Yi’s gaze, and Song Yi blinked at her. “Is there anything else you’re hiding from me?”

Ling Xi tilted her head, then began counting on her fingers.

“Livestream account, forums, family and friends… Nothing, right?” She had been completely transparent with Song Yi.

Or rather, Song Yi was too good at digging things up and had already uncovered everything about her.

Surely this girl hadn’t forgotten the most important thing? Listening to Ling Xi’s inventory, Song Yi felt a little exasperated.

“You and your sister mentioned during your conversation that it had been ‘years since you last saw each other.’ And when Mu Xie came to your office building, I was worried about you and asked Shi Xinyu to check the surveillance footage to see what Mu Xie had done. By accident, I overheard you say the word ‘reincarnation.'”

“Later, when I confronted Mu Xie, I tricked her, and she admitted to the ‘reincarnation’ as well.”

Song Yi tightened her grip on Ling Xi’s hand, which was about to slip away. “About this reincarnation, little sweetheart. Don’t you have anything to say to me?”

Ling Xi just sat there, stunned, mouth slightly agape.

The two of them remained silent all the way to the car.

Sitting inside, Ling Xi still didn’t know how to explain it to Song Yi.

Song Yi finally sighed. “It’s fine, no rush. You can take your time figuring out how to say it. But Xiao Xi, this is something you should have told me, right?”

Ling Xi nodded. “I should have. I just… didn’t know how to bring it up.”

“Do you believe in reincarnation?” What surprised Ling Xi even more was that Song Yi hadn’t doubted her words at all.

“You know things even I’m not sure about, like that piece of land. Your reaction when you met Mu Xie wasn’t just from being harassed by her for half a year—it was more like she had imprisoned you for years. You also said before that your entanglement with her wasn’t just six months. And you and Ling Yue have always lived together, even attending university in Yanjing. There’s no way you went years without seeing each other.”

“Most importantly, you mentioned it yourself. And Mu Xie even admitted to it.” Song Yi laid out the evidence one by one.

“So, no matter how unscientific, no matter how bizarre, with all this proof in front of me, I have no choice but to believe it.”

“And the Gamma serum. If I’m not mistaken, that’s something from before your reincarnation, right?” With that, Song Yi flicked Ling Xi’s forehead.

“You probably withheld quite a bit when giving clues to Yun Fengzhi and the others, didn’t you?”

Ling Xi covered her forehead, rendered speechless.

“You’ve already guessed most of it, do I still need to say it?” She pouted slightly, shooting Song Yi a glance.

Song Yi leaned in closer. “Is guessing the same as hearing you admit it yourself? Sweetheart, who was it that dislikes secrets? Can’t have double standards now.”

“Fine, I get it. I’ll think about how to tell you this afternoon.” Ling Xi was caught off guard when Song Yi kissed her, the sweet assault leaving her mind blank.

Song Yi ruffled Ling Xi’s hair. “I just want to know about your past. Whether you tell me tonight, next week, or even next month—it’s fine.”

“As long as you eventually choose to tell me.”

Ling Xi exhaled in relief. “Then, I might really need some time. Sister… it’s not exactly a pleasant past.”

She even gave Song Yi a serious look. “I’m afraid you might cry after hearing it.”

“Then I definitely need to know. If it’s enough to make me cry from heartache… you must have suffered a lot, didn’t you?” Song Yi hugged Ling Xi, patting her back gently.

Ling Xi hadn’t thought much of it before.

Everything was in the past, this life had been good to her.

She had a job, Song Yi, reunited with friends and family.

She’d even helped Yun Fengzhi and the others uncover clues about the Tiancan Organization.

The suffering from her previous life could be buried forever.

But Song Yi was so tender, comforting her, kissing her cheeks.

And suddenly, the pain resurfaced.

The pain in her heart, the pain in her body even the agony of her final moments, the weakness from blood loss—all of it surged back at once.

Ling Xi trembled uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face.

Song Yi frowned, her own heart aching just from seeing Ling Xi cry.

She couldn’t imagine how devastated she’d be if Ling Xi actually confessed everything.

“You’ve been through so much, baby.” Song Yi cupped Ling Xi’s face, wiping her tears away.

Ling Xi shook her head and threw herself into Song Yi’s arms, clinging to her neck. “It’s okay, I’m just glad I met you. Sister, I love you.”

She pressed close, cheek to cheek, her voice softening into a whisper.

“Why did you drink? Do you like me better when I’m drunk?”

Song Yi’s voice cracked as if accusing Ling Xi of being a heartless scoundrel.

“Of course not! Isn’t it nice to switch things up sometimes?” Ling Xi’s heart clenched at Song Yi’s almost-rejection.

“You said it yourself—the drunk version is still you. You’re my wife, my sister—how could I prefer one over the other?”

But Song Yi was the type to get jealous of herself.

Her playful sulking turned into genuine irritation.

“So you do like drunk me?”

Ling Xi set her down, bewildered, then leaned in close. “It’s all you, of course I like you.”

“No, you have to like sober me more.”

After calming her down, Song Yi finally added, “If it’s too painful, you don’t have to tell me.”

“I will. Something this big. I shouldn’t hide it. But you might have to wait a little.”

Ling Xi steadied herself, sniffling, then caught Song Yi’s lips in a kiss.

They lingered for a few minutes before she pulled away. “I should get back to work. Once I figure out how to say it, I’ll tell you.”

Song Yi watched her return to her office before heading to her friend’s restaurant.

Song Shizhen was already waiting for her in the private room.

The air conditioning was on in the room. As she entered, Song Yi took off her scarf and folded down the collar of her sweater.

Song Shizhen watched as Song Yi showed no intention of speaking, merely sipping tea from her cup. Anxiety gnawed at her, but she didn’t know what to do.

“Song Shizhen. Negotiations aren’t just about stating what you want.” After leaving her hanging for ten minutes, Song Yi finally spoke slowly.

“I know what Fu Youyou has been up to lately.”

“So do I.” Song Yi didn’t even look at her.

“But do you know he’s been in contact with the Tiancan Organization? Do you know the accident involving the former family head—your mother—was connected to him?”

Song Yi seemed genuinely indifferent to Song Shizhen’s words.

“Anything else?” Though, in truth, she hadn’t known about Fu Youyou’s ties to the Tiancan Organization.

But with Song Lian’s precedent, it wasn’t all that surprising.

“I have details about his next move with Song Dongming.” Song Shizhen clenched her teeth.

Only then did Song Yi smile. “Interested in playing spy?”

After finishing her talk with Song Shizhen, Song Yi wrapped her scarf back on and took a car to the company.

Fu Youyou’s collusion with the Tiancan Organization might have started much earlier than anyone realized.

Otherwise, how else could Song Lian have infiltrated the Song family?

Song Yi’s eyes widened. Flustered, she had to pull out her phone, pretending she wasn’t that rattled.

Qi Zhen was only Ling Xi’s alpha mother.

Song Yi didn’t even dare imagine how clingy Ling Xi would be once Ling Jingqiu, the one who actually gave birth to her—woke up.

She desperately wanted to vent to someone. Normally, Song Lian would’ve been the perfect choice. But given their enmity now, that wasn’t an option.

In the end, Song Yi could only turn to her other “sister,” Ling Yue.

[One second, I was holding Xiao Xi’s hand. The next, her mom snatched it away. She’s already married, how is this acceptable?] Song Yi even attached a photo.

Ling Yue was live-streaming when she saw the message and, intrigued, took a moment to reply. [It really isn’t.]

Before Song Yi could send the sticker Ling Xi had drawn, another message from Ling Yue popped up.

[You should’ve known to step back and give them some privacy.]

Song Yi sent back a question mark.

Ling Yue closed her phone. “We’ve got a new DM in the back. A viewer named ‘Happy Today?’ asks: ‘What should you do if your wife is too close with her mother after marriage?’”

The moment the audience heard this, they lit up with excitement.

[Elaborate on ‘close’]

[We want the juicy details]

Who knew if Fu Youyou had been the one to incite Song Lian’s departure back then?

Whatever the Tiancan Organization was planning, Song Yi couldn’t be bothered to analyze it.

It was probably just the usual—feeling wronged, resentful, turning against society, starting with the elite circles to seize power before wreaking havoc on ordinary people.

There were countless ways to fight injustice. And the Tiancan Organization had undoubtedly chosen the cruelest one.

No matter how miserable their lives had been.

But reaching out to harm their own family, to target Ling Xi and her loved ones—that was something Song Yi could never tolerate.

If anything, Ling Xi’s family had far less influence than Mu Xunzhi. What had they done to deserve such suffering?

Truly, the wretched have their own reasons to be hated.

Song Yi compiled the intel she had and sent it to Yun Fengzhi and the others.

Yun Fengzhi instantly replied with a question mark.

[Seriously? It’s only been a few days, and you’ve already dug up their leader?]

[“She followed Song Lian back to the Song family—isn’t that basically presenting herself as bait?”] Song Yi typed one-handed.

Mu Xunzhi was undoubtedly intelligent. She must have anticipated that her appearance would inevitably spark suspicion, eventually leading to her identity being uncovered.

Or perhaps… Mu Xunzhi simply wanted to bring this organization into the public eye. To legitimize it?

After all, the serums they developed—capable of enhancing pheromone levels, concentration, and even altering physical constitution—

These weren’t things only the “defective” would desire.

Song Yi considered the implications. If Mu Xunzhi succeeded in whitewashing the organization, society would descend into chaos.

That woman had her own company, after all.

With the right connections, those serums could very well be legally marketed.

Ling Yue watched their interaction with mixed emotions.

“The problem lies here. Xi Bao, have you been marking her frequently?”

Ling Xi buried her face deeper. Why did this matter so much? Why were both her mother and sister asking about it?

“Is our private life relevant to the topic at hand?” Song Yi defended Ling Xi, reaching out to massage her shoulders soothingly.

“It is relevant.” Ling Yue took a deep breath.

Ling Xi’s reaction alone was answer enough—no further questions needed.

“Before your differentiation, around age seventeen, Mother brought home a serum. We don’t know where she obtained it, but it suppressed your pheromone levels provided you hadn’t engaged in any marking behavior.”

“Once you begin marking, the more frequently you use your pheromones, the weaker the serum’s suppression becomes. The more intense the marking, the faster it fades. Given your current situation, within days, Xi, a hospital checkup would likely show your pheromones have escalated to S-rank.”

This was beyond her control. Song Yi shrugged.

Handling Fu Youyou’s affairs and finding doctors for their mothers took priority now.

At most, she’d assist Yun Fengzhi if needed.

Ling Xi spent nearly a week preparing.

Song Yi, meanwhile, was swamped with internal family matters—investigating Song Lian, countering Song Dongming—so much so that she nearly forgot about her reincarnation.

At night, Ling Xi lay atop Song Yi. Neither brought up intimacy today; they simply stayed close, Ling Xi lost in thought while Song Yi reviewed financial reports.

After a long silence, Ling Xi finally spoke. “Jiejie, about what we discussed earlier… I’ve figured out how to say it.”

“Hm?” Song Yi blinked, setting her phone aside and shifting to face her fully, their cheeks pressed together.

“Back then, I didn’t know what Mu Jie was like. I thought… you two were in love. That she at least cared for you, would treat you well. I thought I’d never have a chance with you. So yes, I drank heavily—but my tolerance has always been good.”

“It was seeing you that made me pretend to be drunk.”

“So you just clung to me on a whim?”

Ling Xi pinched Song Yi’s ear. “You—! I was mortified!”

“Didn’t you like it?” Song Yi kissed her teasingly. “If not, let go now.”

“I meant back then.” Ling Xi tightened her grip defiantly, shooting her a half-exasperated glance.

“You instructed your bodyguards to leave you? And those thugs—”

“The bodyguards, yes. But those weren’t thugs—they’re likely connected to the Tiancan Organization, including the one who escaped. I was investigating on Yun Fengzhi’s behalf. Who knew they’d think with their lower halves instead of their brains.” Song Yi finished explaining the circumstances of their unexpected meeting.

“When bringing you home, I kept thinking about how to make you stay. Little did I know you’d ask me yourself.”

Song Yi sighed. “Thank you for choosing me.”

Ling Xi lowered her gaze. Just how many memories did she owe Song Yi, to make her love her this much? “It’s me who should thank you, for taking me away.”

If she hadn’t met Song Yi that day.

If she hadn’t escaped successfully.

Ling Xi didn’t dare imagine how this life would have turned out.

“Back to the main topic. Sister. In our previous life, the day after our engagement, Mu Jie took me back to the marital home she’d prepared.”

“For the next three years, initially she gave me some degree of freedom. I could go out with her people following, I could have my own electronic devices. But she controlled everything from food to clothing. It was like.,  I was her pet, having to obey her every word.”

“She’d take me to banquets, shopping, movies as if we were an ordinary couple, demanding I smile in public and pretend we were deeply in love.”

“But I couldn’t speak a single word to anyone else. Even ordering food—she wouldn’t let me do it, insisting she or her people had to. Forget physical contact—if someone bumped into me, she’d disinfect where they’d touched and viciously curse the innocent passerby.”

“She completely isolated me from the world. And I couldn’t even know how my family was doing. At the time, I thought she was behind my sister going abroad and my mother’s imprisonment… though now it seems that was true. But in that life, whenever I asked, she’d lock me in a confinement room to ‘reflect on my mistakes.'”

“Worried sick about my family, during one of her parties, I traded information about Gamma drugs with Yun Danhui in exchange for her helping my sister return home.”

Ling Xi paused after saying all this in one breath.

She saw Song Yi’s eyes widen, blinking as tears fell one by one.

“Don’t cry… I’m not done yet.” Ling Xi sniffled. “I told you you’d cry hearing this.”

Song Yi hugged her tightly, refusing to let her wipe the tears away. “Who wouldn’t cry hearing this?”

“Or maybe… you just love me enough.” Ling Xi patted Song Yi’s back, comforting her instead.

“Mmm…” Song Yi wished she could travel back to their so-called previous life and save Ling Xi.

“I’ll continue, crybaby sister.” Not wanting to drag it out, Ling Xi kissed Song Yi’s forehead before going on.

“I suspect Yun Danhui was investigating the Tiancan Organization in that life, which is why she agreed to my request for the Gamma drug intel. But… I never got her reply.”

“Before that, I’d escaped once on my own, and once with Tan Nijing’s help to flee Mu Jie’s marital home. But even with Tan Nijing’s assistance, I couldn’t escape Mu Jie after leaving Yanjing, and ended up implicating Tan Nijing too. That’s how I know Mu Jie has connections within the force.”

“Mu Xie, huh. She said back then that because I wasn’t obedient, because I always wanted to leave her, she locked me in that confinement room after that. It was really tiny there. Pitch black, she even sealed the windows shut, with only one pale, ghastly light in the entire room.”

“Three people came to deliver meals every day. One would watch me eat, while two waited at the door to prevent me from escaping. The meal deliverers would rotate shifts. At first, there were sharp objects in the room. Later, Mu Xie confiscated those too. She occasionally brought small toys to help me pass the time, but never any electronic devices.”

“I couldn’t do anything. She kept me locked up there, and I couldn’t even see Yun Danhui. I had no way of knowing how my family was doing. I’d already cut ties with friends long ago to avoid dragging them into this. So…”

Ling Xi listened as the person in her arms sobbed uncontrollably.

Getting all this off her chest made Ling Xi feel considerably better.

In this life, she was no longer afraid of Mu Xie.

Looking back now, she only felt somewhat wistful.

But Song Yi was genuinely shedding tears for her.

“Don’t cry anymore, alright?” Ling Xi finished speaking.

She cupped Song Yi’s face, lowering her head until their noses touched.

“I can’t help it!.” Song Yi sniffled, truly heartbroken.

She couldn’t bear to see Ling Xi cry, couldn’t stand watching her shed tears—even when teasing her, she couldn’t stand seeing Ling Xi truly upset.

Let alone hearing about Ling Xi’s painful previous life.

“Where was I?” Song Yi knew this was useless self-reproach, but she had to ask. “Xiao Xi… where was I?”

“In the previous life you mentioned, where was I?” Why hadn’t she gone looking for Ling Xi? Why hadn’t she noticed anything wrong?

Could it be that in that previous life, after Ling Xi married Mu Xie, she had really been so restrained and proper that she paid no attention to Ling Xi at all?

“I don’t know.” Ling Xi couldn’t answer her.

“I loved you so much,  where did I go?” Song Yi couldn’t help breaking down.

If she had noticed in that previous life.

At the very least, she could have rescued Ling Xi, spared her those three years of suffering, right?

Ling Xi remained silent, simply stroking Song Yi’s back.

Thinking carefully, on the engagement day in that previous life, she had eaten the snacks Mu Xie gave her, hadn’t fainted from low blood sugar, and hadn’t been helped up by Song Yi.

She couldn’t even be sure if Song Yi had attended her and Mu Xie’s engagement banquet.

She had only heard of Song Yi when visiting Grandma Song with Mu Xie.

In that previous life, they truly had no connection at all.

“Did you ever see me… probably not. If you had, you shouldn’t have failed to recognize me in this life.” Song Yi was already crying her eyes out.

Ling Xi had to help her sit up, letting her lean against herself to avoid choking.

“Anyway, at least in this life, you came.” Ling Xi tried to comfort Song Yi.

“At least you really saved me once. And we’re so close now,  oh no, why are you crying even harder?”

Song Yi trembled uncontrollably. Unable to speak, she could only hold Ling Xi tightly, suddenly kissing her.

Understanding, Ling Xi slowly pushed her down.

“No more crying, dear sister.” Even as she said this, she began teasing her.

This time, even Ling Xi could feel Song Yi’s unease.

She clung as closely as possible the entire time, unwilling to separate for even a moment.

Obedient, yet utterly unruly. She even demanded more force, unsatisfied with gentleness, tears streaming down.

“Don’t be afraid… sister. It’s all in the past now. Mu Xie can’t hurt me anymore, right?”

After it was over, Ling Xi gently kissed every inch of Song Yi’s skin, comforting her over and over.

“Yes, but the things that happened before. The wounds left by our past life won’t just disappear like that.”

Song Yi had finally calmed down, though she was still snifflingnat least she could speak now.

Only in Ling Xi’s arms could she feel even a moment of warmth. So she kept pressing closer against her.

“It’s already much better. Sister, I have you now.” As Ling Xi spoke, she pulled Song Yi’s hand to rest on her own body.

“I’m not afraid of Mu Xie anymore. I don’t start trembling when I think of our past life. Talking about these things doesn’t make me so sad that I want to cry. The harm she did to me is being replaced by our everyday life together. So,  it’s okay now.”

Song Yi traced her fingers over Ling Xi’s chest, where a fiercely beating, vibrant heart resided—one tightly bound to her own.

Finally, Song Yi smiled through her tears. “We’ll be even better in the future.”

“Definitely.” Ling Xi grinned back at her, happiness bubbling up inside.

“By the end of this month. I swear I’ll deal with Mu Xie and her whole family.” Song Yi made her vow.

She would never allow Mu Xie even the slightest chance to hurt Ling Xi again.

“Little sweetheart,  how did you leave, in the end?” After washing up, Song Yi’s nose was still a little stuffy.

Unable to sleep, she noticed Ling Xi was still doodling on her collarbone with a finger, so she spoke up.

“Ah, just… bit my tongue.” Ling Xi hadn’t finished tracing a heart yet—she still wanted to write her name on Song Yi.

“I didn’t have any other way. She padded the walls with soft cushions and didn’t leave me any rope.”

“…Wait. There’s one more thing.” Ling Xi suddenly remembered something.

“Sister, about my memory… I used to think that being reborn caused some gaps. Even though my memory has always been bad, I shouldn’t have forgotten something so important. Like, I can still remember what Tan Nijing said when she helped me in our past life.”

“You’re saying…” Song Yi watched her.

“I shouldn’t have just lost a chunk of memory for no reason, right?”

Her past with Song Yi—it was as if someone had erased it with a rubber, not something forgotten naturally.

Song Yi froze. She had never considered this, simply assuming Ling Xi truly had no memory of her at all.

“But…” Song Yi couldn’t offer an explanation either.

She took a deep breath.

Perhaps there was one person who knew the reason.

“Don’t think about it today. It’s okay—even if you can’t remember, it doesn’t matter. As long as you love me now, that’s enough.” Song Yi soothed her.

Ling Xi looked a little dejected. “I love you so, so much right now.”

“And I love you so, so, so much.” Song Yi made sure to add one more. “Goodnight, baby.”

Before closing her eyes, Ling Xi prayed.

Could she dream of just a little more? Even a tiny fragment would do.

Such precious memories, such important things—

Rather than hearing them from Song Yi, she wanted to remember them herself.

The next day, outside the prison.

Clutching the authorization papers, Song Yi sighed and stepped inside.

She wasn’t Qi Zhen’s direct relative, but that didn’t matter, she and Ling Xi were married now.

She had pulled some strings.

Qi Zhen was brought to a private visitation room.

No surveillance, no listening devices—just guards stationed outside the door.

Facing the unfamiliar woman before her, Qi Zhen was more than a little puzzled.

She could see that this woman bore a slight resemblance to Song Lian in the eyes and brows.

A certain person came to mind.

“I’m Song Yi,” the other woman spoke, introducing herself.