Seduced Me into a Deep Fall - Chapter 55

Looking back on these past days, everything had gone too smoothly. Ling Xi felt uneasy.

“I didn’t want you to worry,  Sister? Oh no, don’t cry.” Ling Xi was comforting Song Yi when she suddenly saw tears falling.

Startled, she quickly kissed away the tears at the corner of Song Yi’s eyes.

“I’m already worried,” Song Yi said, gripping Ling Xi ‘s sleeve tightly. “Don’t take risks,  I’m afraid something might happen to you.”

“I just thought nothing will go wrong. I only wanted to lure Mu Xie out a little.”

Ling Xi wiped Song Yi’s tears as best she could, holding her close while explaining her plan.

Song Yi frowned disapprovingly. “I still think it’s too dangerous.”

“But, if Yun Fengzhi succeeds in capturing Mu Xunzhi and Song Lian, and it conveniently aligns with their plans to push Mu Xie forward. If I can contact Mu Xie and arrange to meet her alone, then capture her, wouldn’t that be much easier?”

“After all,  Jingqiu once lived among the elite. Her alpha mother was the eldest daughter of the now-fallen Wei family.” Even though they often clashed, Qi Zhen still trusted Song Yi somewhat in this matter.

“The Wei family… no wonder.” No wonder they had access to the company owner Mu Xunzhi.

“The Wei family fell long ago. We have no power or influence—aside from information, we can’t help much. I agreed to go with you as a witness and provide evidence only because I want Xiaoxi and Xiaoyue to be safe.” Qi Zhen suddenly placed a hand on Song Yi’s shoulder.

Song Yi met her gaze, seeing the full depth of a mother’s love for her children in those eyes.

“I’ll do everything I can,” Song Yi said solemnly, looking at her lover’s mother.

As an unrelated party, Song Yi couldn’t participate in the evidence collection process.

She waited outside, and Tan Nijing sat beside her.

“I thought you’d be handling this,” Song Yi remarked casually, glancing at her.

Ling Xi closed her eyes in disappointment, waiting for her recovery.

“Miss Ling Xi is recovering well. We previously gave her a blood transfusion and reattached half of her severed tongue. Theoretically, she should regain her ability to speak within the next day or two.”

That evening, when Song Yi visited, the doctor updated her on Lingxi’s condition.

Lying in bed, Lingxi listened while sorting through her current situation.

She seemed to have returned to the so-called “previous life,” the timeline after she had bitten off her tongue in suicide.

Judging by the circumstances, Song Yi must have found her after the attempt and rushed her to the hospital for emergency treatment, then kept her hospitalized for observation over the following weeks.

As the doctor spoke, Song Yi gently stroked Ling Xi’s face.
Ling Xi weakly reached out for her.

Song Yi took her hand.

After the doctor left, only Ling Xi and Song Yi remained in the room.

Song Yi carefully moved closer, gazing into Ling Xi ‘s eyes.

“Song… Song Yi…” Ling Xi blinked, wishing she could tell her everything right then.

“I’m here,” Song Yi replied, her voice trembling slightly.

“Oh, right. You can’t speak yet.”

Ling Xi nodded in response.

For now, she could only move her hands and head and even then, not very much.

“How does your body feel? Shake your head if it hurts.”

Ling Xi nodded. It had been uncomfortable when she first woke up, but now she felt much better.

“Hungry…” After struggling for a while, that was the only sound Ling Xi could manage.

Fortunately, Song Yi understood.

The sight made Song Yi’s heart clench.

Ling Xi’s gaze made it seem as though they were an intimate couple.

Even the term “sister” was something she had fantasized about countless times, how she would make Ling Xi call her if they were together.

She would definitely want Ling Xi to call her “sister.”

And she would call Ling Xi “little sweetheart.”

After all, in her memories, Ling Xi had always been so obedient, gentle as a puppy.

“Don’t, don’t go.” Ling Xi forced out the words weakly, her grip loosening on Song Yi’s sleeve as her wrist lost strength.

“I’m just going to buy food. Aren’t you hungry?” Song Yi turned back, coaxing Ling Xi like a child.

Ling Xi simply stared at her stubbornly.

Left with no choice, Song Yi stayed. “I’ll remember to bring you porridge when I visit tomorrow.”

Ling Xi was slightly puzzled.

Surely Song Yi had subordinates she could rely on—secretaries, housekeepers, the like.

Why not delegate this to someone else?

Song Yi focused on stir-frying the vegetables. “I’m not doing this for you to repay me. I just… like you. I want you to be happy, and since I work in the police force, I happen to have connections.”

“Thank you, sister.” With those words, Ling Xi accepted her kindness.

And decided that tonight, she would put in her best effort.

Then Song Yi was utterly stunned by Ling Xi’s “effort.”

Having been single for thirty years and buried in work, she rarely even indulged in self-pleasure.

How could she have known it could be so…

Especially since Ling Xi was so skilled.

Song Yi could barely walk afterward.

If not for her concern that Ling Xi hadn’t fully recovered and wouldn’t be able to carry her, stopping things before they went too far,

the two of them would have had to crawl to the bathroom tonight.

“Do you… still remember…?” Song Yi asked, blushing as she cleaned up.

Ling Xi applied shower gel for her and shook her head, denying Song Yi’s assumption.

“Most of the past is just a vague impression—I don’t remember everything. And certainly not… that.” Then, pressing close to Song Yi’s ear, she whispered—

She just wanted Song Yi to stay with her.

Because if this was truly the continuation of her past life, then apart from Song Yi, she had no one left.

Her friends hadn’t contacted her in three years. Her family hadn’t seen her in just as long.

To survive a suicide attempt and wake up not to Mu Xie, but to Song Yi…

That was probably the only reason she remained in this timeline.

Otherwise, she would have been trapped in a living death, forced to find another way out—especially to escape Mu Xie.

The two of them fell into silence.

Truthfully, Song Yi had so much she wanted to say, so many questions to ask. But considering Ling Xi’s condition, she held back.

Ling Xi felt the same.

After a long pause, Song Yi murmured, as if to herself, “How much do you actually remember.?”

When she rescued Ling Xi, she hadn’t expected any reaction from her.

Let alone for Ling Xi to wake up crying and begging to see her.

They hadn’t seen each other in eight years.

In the beginning, Song Yi had held onto hope.

But when she heard Ling Xi had gotten engaged to her niece, her heart turned to ash.

And then came those three years.

She was so busy she barely had time to breathe, receiving almost no news of Ling Xi.

She never imagined she’d find Ling Xi in a tiny room in Mu Xie’s villa.

A room so small, and Ling Xi had tried to…

She didn’t even need to interrogate the servants to guess what Mu Xie had done to her.

But… Song Yi asked herself.

How much of her affection for Ling Xi still remained?

How could Ling Xi possibly like her?

If she did, why didn’t she show up for their date?

Why hadn’t she thought of Song Yi even once after getting engaged to Mujie?

Their summer together paled in comparison to the eight years that followed.

So brief that Song Yi thought it was only natural for Ling Xi to forget.

Yet Ling Xi seemed to remember.

“A… lot,” Ling Xi murmured, feeling the warmth of the hand resting on her palm.

“A lot,” she repeated with conviction.

She remembered every detail of her time with Song Yi.

Even if that so-called “next life” felt hazy, like nothing more than a dream.

Ling Xi just wanted to believe it wasn’t a dream—that it was another timeline.

Maybe she had briefly traveled through time, or stepped into someone else’s dream. But everything between them had been real.

Song Yi’s heart wavered at Ling Xi ‘s certainty.

Meeting Ling Xi ‘s gaze, she saw that same deep affection reflected back.

Her heart ached in response.

Did Ling Xi truly still have feelings for her?

Why  after all these eight years?

“Jiejie,” Ling Xi called out again.

There was so much she wanted to say.

Song Yi was already thirty now.

Ling Xi  herself was twenty-five.

But she had been confined all this time. If not for the lingering memories of that “next life,” her mental age might still be stuck at twenty-two.

Her impression of Song Yi was frozen in the past.

No wonder Song Yi looked so worn.

In this timeline, according to Mujie, Song Yi must have had a hard life.

Ling Xi gradually recalled Mujie’s words.

Mujie had said… Song Yi was tangled up in some troubles she had thrown her way, leaving her no time to care for Ling Xi .

She also said Song Yi had broken through to S-rank, but at the cost of her health—perhaps even died.

Ling Xi breathed a sigh of relief.

Her presence here meant Mujie had lost, and Song Yi had won.

“I’m here,” Song Yi said, stroking Ling Xi ‘s head.

Ling Xi wanted a hug, leaning sideways as if to fall.

She knew Song Yi would catch her.

Sure enough, Song Yi embraced her before she could slip off the bed.

“Feeling dizzy?” Song Yi’s tone was softer than before.

Though she had been gentle ever since Ling Xi woke up.

“Hold me,” Ling Xi murmured, nestling comfortably into Song Yi’s arms.

As long as this embrace existed, she could keep living.

Even if the situation was dire, no friends, no family, no job, bedridden, unable to move or speak.

Song Yi was still here.

Her lover remained. Her lover still loved her.

Why couldn’t she live for Song Yi’s sake?

“This  isn’t really appropriate,” Song Yi said, even as her arms tightened around Ling Xi .

Ling Xi shook her head in protest.

Her nuzzling tickled Song Yi’s chest.

They stayed like that for a long time.

Until Song Yi felt she should go home.

“I’ll come see you tomorrow. Xiao, Ling Xi .” She nearly blurted out “my dear” instead.

Song Yi didn’t understand why.

Maybe it was because Ling Xi seemed so much like her girlfriend right now.

Ling Xi clearly looked disappointed.

She glanced at the empty space beside her bed—plenty of room for one more person.

Ling Xi didn’t even need IV drips anymore. How she wished Song Yi would stay with her.

Song Yi seemed to understand her silent plea.

Having been single until thirty, Song Yi had grown somewhat reserved, unsure whether to act on it.

She hadn’t considered whether she could rest well, but Ling Xi had thought of this issue.

Ling Xi shook her head and silently curled up, turning her back to Song Yi and huddling into a ball.

Two minutes later, she felt the blanket being lifted.

Ling Xi turned her head—Song Yi had snuggled in.

“You don’t mind if I hold you while sleeping, do you?” It was rare for the only person she had ever loved in this lifetime to be so affectionate. Song Yi decided to give it a try.

What if Ling Xi still had feelings for her?

What if, after spending time together, they still fit as perfectly as before?

Ling Xi smiled. “Sister.”

She chose words she could say aloud to express her emotions.

“Can I call you ‘my sweet’?” Song Yi wrapped her arms around Ling Xi , already wanting to kiss her.

Ling Xi nodded, her forehead just brushing against Song Yi’s lips.

Tears welled up quietly in Ling Xi ’s eyes.

Song Yi really was still her best sister.

No matter the timeline, she was always this good, this gentle.

“Mm!” Ling Xi agreed without hesitation, her voice bright.

Late into the night, Song Yi was fast asleep. Ling Xi , who had been unconscious earlier, wasn’t the least bit tired now. She lay nestled in Song Yi’s arms, blinking slowly.

She tried carefully moving her legs, arms, and fingers just small movements, careful not to wake Song Yi.

If the checkup tomorrow went well, could she go home with Song Yi?

At home, she could still do rehab, eat, and receive IV treatments.

At least the bed at home was bigger—Song Yi would rest better there.

She remembered Song Yi used to have trouble sleeping.

But after they got together, it seemed to disappear.

On nights when she couldn’t sleep, they’d engage in some intimate couple’s activities. Exhausted, Song Yi would collapse into her arms and fall asleep almost instantly.

Ling Xi drifted in and out of drowsiness until morning.

She knew Song Yi had work and couldn’t stay with her all the time.

Still, Song Yi brought her a bowl of congee.

“Start with just a little. Your stomach can’t handle too much food yet.” Song Yi blew on the plain congee before lifting the spoon to Ling Xi’s lips.

Ling Xi obediently opened her mouth, like a little rabbit.

Watching her, Song Yi’s mood lifted.

After just two bites, Song Yi took the congee away.

Ling Xi stared longingly as Song Yi ate her own breakfast.

Song Yi pitied her, but the doctor’s orders were clear—she couldn’t eat more. So she turned away, ignoring Ling Xi ’s pleading eyes.

“I have to go now, my sweet. I’ll visit after work.” Finishing her meal, Song Yi said goodbye.

Ling Xi crooked a finger at her. “Sister.”

Song Yi leaned in.

Ling Xi beckoned again, signaling her to come closer.

Song Yi had no choice but to bend right next to her.

Ling Xi lifted herself slightly, thanks to her secret midnight exercises and softly kissed Song Yi’s ear.

The spot where her lips touched instantly flushed red, burning hot.

Song Yi stumbled back three steps in shock, her wide eyes meeting Ling Xi’s.

She swallowed hard.

Ling Xi was definitely doing this on purpose.

Purposely throwing herself at her, purposely kissing her,

Song Yi was almost certain Ling Xi still loved her.

She covered her ear—the heat there was unbearable, overwhelming.

“I—I… I have to go to work!” Grabbing her bag, Song Yi fled the room in a fluster.

Ling Xi watched her leave, a smile playing on her lips.

So if they hadn’t met three years ago would Song Yi have turned out this innocent?

Ling Xi had always thought that no matter what, her Sister Song would remain that enchanting, mature woman who would tease her in various ways and teach her everything hands-on.

After the routine check-up, the doctor played her an… animated film.

Ling Xi gave the doctor a deeply resentful look.

“I don’t know how old your mental age is right now. And I don’t have any other films here,” the doctor scratched his head.

“Miss Song mentioned when she brought you in that you’d been maliciously imprisoned for a long time. Theoretically, your mental faculties and cognitive abilities should have regressed somewhat.”

After saying this, the doctor didn’t even wait for Ling Xi to respond and started talking to himself.

“Ah, poor child. The Tiancan Organization really did a number on you. You’d rather die than yield, what a brave girl.”

Ling Xi had no choice. She couldn’t reach the remote, so she had no option but to watch the cartoon.

But her ears perked up as she listened to the doctor. “Thankfully, our police team was sharp enough to check the rooms before destroying the hideout, or else we wouldn’t have found you. Otherwise, tsk tsk tsk.”

Ling Xi searched her memories for the terms “police team” and “Tiancan Organization.”

She had some recollection of the Tiancan Organization. Mu Xie was part of that group.

Though she couldn’t quite remember how everyone in “The Next Life” had dismantled the organization, she at least recalled that they had eventually captured every last member.

As for the police team… Ling Xi remembered that Song Yi had a friend who worked there.

What was the name again? One Minute?

The memories left behind by the dreamlike “Next Life” were incomplete.

It was already a miracle Ling Xi could remember everything about her and Song Yi.

And just then, the door to the room opened.

Song Yi strode in, carrying a chill with her that instantly silenced the nurse who had been about to say something.

After cleaning up, the nurse quickly left.

“Sister,” Ling Xi looked at Song Yi, her eyes instantly brightening.

She wanted so badly to tell Song Yi about her day, how the doctor thought they were family, how the nurse believed Song Yi loved her deeply.

But she still couldn’t speak that much, so she simply reached out to Song Yi.

Song Yi stepped forward and instinctively embraced her.

“My sweet. How are you today?” Song Yi thought back to that kiss in the morning.

Did she still love Ling Xi?

Listening to her own frantic heartbeat, Song Yi closed her eyes.

She already had her answer, didn’t she?

“Mmm.” Ling Xi nuzzled against Song Yi’s clothes, noticing they were slightly damp.

“Ah. It’s raining outside. Don’t rub against me, it’s dirty.” Song Yi pressed a hand against Ling Xi’s head to stop her.

“Mm…” Ling Xi let herself be pushed away but then leaned into Song Yi’s hand instead.

Song Yi felt flustered.

It had been far too long since she’d last seen this person who existed only in her memories.

And Ling Xi was being far too affectionate.

It made her feel awkward—too close and she’d feel embarrassed, but keeping her distance went against her heart.

“Sister!” Ling Xi didn’t have much strength left after that brief fuss.

“Miss  you,” she spoke like a toddler learning to talk, piecing her words together one syllable at a time.

“Me too.” Song Yi tightened her embrace.

“I brought you congee. Made with chicken broth, so it should have some flavor.” Song Yi took out the dinner.

Ling Xi ate, though she still couldn’t taste much.

Seeing her scrunch up her face in distaste, Song Yi’s expression softened.

“Your tongue hasn’t been used in a long time. After all, it was severed and reattached. It might take a while to work properly again.”

Ling Xi stuck out her tongue.

Song Yi pointed it out to her. “You can still see the proliferated tissue from the wound healing phase here.”

Ling Xi quickly pulled her hand back.

Song Yi was amused by her reaction, and the exhaustion that had been weighing on her face for days lightened somewhat.

Looking at her sister’s dark circles, Ling Xi felt a pang in her heart.

Her sister must have been working so hard.

It’s better not to have Song Yi stay here tonight. They should go home together.

“Sister.” Lingxi tugged at Song Yi’s sleeve.

Song Yi looked up. “Hmm?”

“Go, go, go home.” After several attempts, Lingxi finally managed to say the words.