The Person I Love Who Has Been Missing For Three Years - Chapter 67

Chapter 67: Ming Jin Doesn’t Have Clairvoyance or Super Hearing

It was early morning. The first light of dawn fell upon the flowers and plants in the garden, a vibrant scene characteristic of summer.

The person in the bed was still reluctant to get up.

Fifteen minutes ago, the alarm went off. Ming Jin opened her eyes and looked down at the person leaning on her shoulder.

Long eyelashes were lowered. A faint pink blush showed on the fair cheek. The person was hugging her arm, looking intimate and dependent.

She seemed to have been disturbed from her sweet dream. She frowned slightly in displeasure, burying her forehead deeper into Ming Jin’s chest, and whined restlessly.

“The things we talked about yesterday—do they not count today?” Ming Jin chuckled softly, her tone full of gentle indulgence.

Never mind. If she can’t get up, then so be it.

Just as Ming Jin was thinking this, those phoenix eyes suddenly opened, as if a switch had been flicked. Song Xiangwan abruptly sat up: “Of course they count.”

“If you’re tired, just keep sleeping.” Ming Jin braced herself on the bed to stand up, then pressed Song Xiangwan’s shoulder, easing her back down.

“What time is it?” The cat didn’t continue to get up, rolling on the bed, mumbling.

“Seven ten,” Ming Jin said.

“So early…” Mumbling, her eyes closed again. “You go get ready first. I’ll snooze for ten more minutes.”

So, Ming Jin went to wash up. But when she returned, the cat had already rolled into a ball again, hugging Ming Jin’s pillow—she was clearly asleep.

This time, Ming Jin didn’t call her again. She quietly opened the door and left.

The house was somewhat quiet today. Lin Rong wouldn’t be back for a few days. Xu Zhiyan was out of town and wouldn’t land in Haicheng until noon.

Ming Jin calmly ate breakfast. Suddenly, she heard a loud thud, and the bedroom door burst open.

The person rushed out like a gust of wind.

“Oh no, oh no, oh no, why didn’t you wake me up?”

“You said ten minutes…”

“I’m doomed, I’m doomed…”

Song Xiangwan hurried to tidy her hair as she walked. Lifting her eyes, she saw the person at the dining table. Her eyes instantly lit up, and she smiled as she approached: “You haven’t left yet?”

“If you’re sleepy, go back to sleep.” Ming Jin rubbed the top of her head. The cat obediently rubbed against her palm, which softened Ming Jin’s heart.

“No more sleeping. I promised to go with you.” Song Xiangwan was eager to leave. “Let’s go, let’s go. Are we late?”

“We have time.” Ming Jin reached out and pulled her arm, making her sit down, and said seriously, “Eat something before we go, or your stomach will hurt.”

Today was the opening ceremony of the Haicheng Economic Summit. The Ming Group, as the leading conglomerate in Haicheng, was invited, and Ming Jin was scheduled to deliver an opening speech.

The summit was held at the Airport Business Tower in the new district, which was quite far. The drive alone would take an hour.

Song Xiangwan calculated the time in her mind. She ate quickly, wolfing down a sandwich in a few bites and gulping down milk: “Okay, okay, I’m done. Let’s leave.”

Song Xiangwan didn’t wear makeup today. She wore a black mask to cover half her face, a white shirt, and a black skirt suit, following behind Ming Jin, looking like a demure little secretary.

Her identity was inconvenient for such a public appearance, but since Xu Zhiyan was away, she was worried about Ming Jin going alone and insisted on coming along.

According to Ming Jin’s original schedule, they would have avoided the morning rush hour, but now they were heading straight into the most congested time.

The car crawled forward. Inside, Ming Jin was reviewing her speech. Song Xiangwan got bored after a while and kept nodding off like a pecking chick.

Just as she was about to slam her head against the car door, someone grabbed her arm.

“Lean over,” Ming Jin’s soft voice commanded.

“Oh…” Song Xiangwan was hazy, but she had an unquestioning trust in Ming Jin. She leaned on her shoulder and continued to sleep.

It wasn’t her fault she was tired. It was because they had played late in the bathroom last night.

Initially, she intended to take advantage of Ming Jin. She leaned in, trying to bite open the buttons one by one, which took some time, and then her lips rested on Ming Jin’s chest.

Enveloped by Ming Jin’s scent, she heard Ming Jin’s gradually accelerating heartbeat and smiled, kissing her chin: “Ah Jin, do you like me?”

The slightly hot water cascaded over their skin, mixed with the scent of shower gel, making her heart tremble.

The small mole near her upper thigh was right next to a jagged scar. Her fingertip traced over the scar.

When she tried to become more restless, she was encircled by cool fingers and firmly pressed down.

The silver rings on their wrists clinked together, a crisp sound mixing with the splash of the chain in the water.

“I won’t be naughty…” Song Xiangwan stopped her fingers and looked up to kiss Ming Jin’s lips—a wet kiss, a gentle, lingering touch.

The temperature where they touched was extremely high. Ming Jin found it hard to sit still in the bathtub and wanted to slide down.

Song Xiangwan reached out to embrace her, then slid down herself, letting Ming Jin rest on top of her. Her hair fanned out across the water surface.

The cat smiled triumphantly, gently kissing Ming Jin’s collarbone: “Ah Jin, you are so beautiful…”

Ming Jin’s eyelashes fluttered violently, feeling a slight embarrassment.

Despite their previous intimacy, Ming Jin was still self-conscious about her current battle-scarred body.

But Song Xiangwan never gave her room to evade, always looking at her with sincere, intense love, and her words were hotter each time.

Letting out a long, slow breath, Ming Jin released her final tension and gently hugged Song Xiangwan’s waist.

“What do you want me… to do with you…” she murmured to herself.

How could she ever let go of Song Xiangwan like this? It made her possessiveness and obsession burn fiercely.

The desire to lock her up and keep her by her side forever instantly filled her heart.

But Lin Rong’s matter just now felt like a splash of cold water in her face…

A caged bird always wants to fly desperately. She couldn’t let go, yet she didn’t dare to reveal all her perverse controlling desires.

Like those wiretaps…

Probably no normal person could tolerate that.

But Ming Jin couldn’t control herself. With such intense possessiveness and obsession, she felt she was probably insane.

Ming Jin closed her eyes and didn’t say much. She just enjoyed this embrace of hot warmth at that moment.

The restless hand gently stroked her waistline, a sensation like smooth silk, causing ripples in the water.

Ming Jin didn’t resist. Perhaps… if Song Xiangwan wanted to do something… she would allow it…

But instead, the movement of the fingertip stopped. A soft laugh brushed against her earlobe: “Ah Jin, what are you thinking?”

“Bad woman, I won’t satisfy your wish.” Song Xiangwan smiled slyly and gave Ming Jin a loud kiss on the cheek. “Be good. We’ll talk about it when you’re fully recovered.”

It was deliberate. Song Xiangwan was doing it on purpose.

She was retaliating in kind, giving back the torment she received at the Hu family’s place.

With a swift braking motion, Song Xiangwan quickly showered, dried off, and waved her hand: “Bye-bye. I’ll wait for you outside.”

She even undid the silver ring on her wrist and tossed it into the pool, rushing out like a whirlwind.

The spoiled cat never suffered in silence.

She immediately took her revenge.

Spoiled beyond all bounds.

But… Ming Jin touched her neck. Through her collar, she still felt a slight swelling sensation…

She had looked in the mirror this morning. The center of her neck had been sucked by the cat, leaving a red mark the size of a thumbprint that hadn’t faded all night.

Traffic jam. Amidst the flow of cars, a slight brake caused the person inside to jolt forward from inertia.

Ming Jin instinctively raised her hand to steady the head resting on her shoulder.

“Continue,” Ming Jin said.

“Yes, CEO Ming.” The secretary, who was verifying today’s meeting agenda, secretly glanced at Song Xiangwan from the corner of her eye, not daring to look further.

It wasn’t until they reached the Economic and Trade Park that the car stopped, and Song Xiangwan groggily woke up.

She rubbed her eyes, still clinging to Ming Jin, mumbling as if in a sleepy haze: “We’re here…”

“Mhm,” Ming Jin said softly, reminding her, “Put on your mask.”

Involuntarily, she raised her hand and gently rubbed her shoulder, easing the stiffness from being leaned on for an hour.

Staff members were already guiding people toward the venue. Prominent figures from Haicheng’s business and political sectors were coming and going, all greeting Ming Jin.

Song Xiangwan simply pushed the wheelchair with her head down, but before they reached the main entrance, they were stopped.

“Hello, only meeting participants are allowed into the main venue. Accompanying personnel, please come this way. There is a designated rest area.”

She was stopped?

But in this kind of event… not even Ming Jin could make an exception…

Song Xiangwan followed the staff member, looking back every few steps. She pulled out her phone and sent Ming Jin a message.

Song Xiangwan: Call me if you need anything. Standing by! (Little Cat Saluting Emoji)

Bad Woman Ah Jin: Should have just let you sleep at home.

She was the one who insisted on coming, the one who promised to stand by, and now she’s the one who runs off? She’s truly spoiled.

Song Xiangwan: I said I’d come, so I must keep my word and take care of you.

Bad Woman Ah Jin: You slept on my shoulder the whole way.

Bad Woman Ah Jin: You almost drooled and ruined my clothes.

Bad Woman Ah Jin: Take care of me?

Song Xiangwan: I don’t care, I don’t care. I am taking care of you (Little Cat Rolling Around).

She put away her phone. She saw a capable-looking woman in her fifties. Ming Jin nodded and greeted her: “Mayor Zheng.”

“CEO Ming is still preparing her opening speech? So diligent?”

“There’s no need to be so nervous. Your ability is more than enough to handle this kind of occasion.”

Ming Jin wasn’t actually looking at her speech; she wasn’t so nervous for this kind of event, but she wouldn’t be rude to Mayor Zheng. She played along: “Mayor Zheng, you flatter me.”

“Being invited as an opening speaker is a great honor for any entrepreneur in Haicheng. Of course, I must take it seriously.”

“Mayor Zheng’s trust is something I must treat with caution and not let down.”

“Mayor Zheng, CEO Ming… you both arrived early.” Another person greeted them.

“Deputy Mayor Liu.” Ming Jin exchanged a look with her. Deputy Mayor Liu also nodded slightly, appearing friendly and approachable.

Mayor Zheng had recently taken office in the last two years, but Deputy Mayor Liu was an old acquaintance of Ming Jin, though they hadn’t seen each other in a while.

The summit was high-profile, and the rest area for accompanying personnel was well-organized, with comfortable sofas, various drinks, and a coffee machine. A new red carpet covered the floor.

It was also lively. Everyone was basically from the same circle and knew each other, gathering in twos and threes to exchange information.

Song Xiangwan didn’t intend to join in. She found a comfortable position in a corner of the sofa, sat down, rested her chin on her hand, yawned, and started playing with her phone.

She couldn’t sleep well. Playing with her phone was boring after a while. She stood up to stretch, intending to walk around outside.

Ten minutes later, Song Xiangwan regretted her decision. This economic park… was quite large… and all the buildings… looked the same…

She was having trouble finding the way back.

She followed the route in her memory but walked in a more and more remote direction, feeling increasingly lost. She was almost at the main entrance of the park, seeing the main road outside.

She couldn’t go any further. Song Xiangwan stopped and walked back.

But strangely, she had just walked this way, yet even the directional signs were gone?

The summit had already begun. The staff were mostly gathered near the venue. After walking for another five minutes, she still hadn’t seen a single staff member.

A person stopped in front of her, looking over with a scrutinizing gaze.

Dressed in a black pant suit, with an ear-length bob haircut, a pair of rimless glasses on the bridge of her nose. Deep, sharp eyes instantly swept over her.

The cat’s intuition made the hair on the back of her neck stand up instantly. This gaze was cold as ice, scrutinizing, assessing, a dangerous pressure coming from above.

But since she had already caught the person’s attention, she bravely went forward to ask for directions: “Hello, excuse me, which way is the summit venue?”

“I know,” the woman nodded, not sparing Song Xiangwan a glance. “If you’re going to the summit, follow me.”

Song Xiangwan didn’t dare to say anything more. She followed the person, navigating several turns, until she saw the directional sign for the summit venue. She quickly said, “Thank you.”

The woman didn’t respond and proceeded toward the main venue.

Song Xiangwan didn’t feel any discomfort. The upper-class circle was like this—they didn’t treat people like people, but like dogs. Getting directions was already quite nice. She was used to it.

Back in the rest room, the place was still bustling with people. Song Xiangwan returned to her corner seat.

As soon as she sat down, someone approached her: “Hello, Miss, do you have a power cord?”

It was a young girl who looked about twenty, sweating profusely: “I thought my laptop was charged when I left, but it turned out…”

Song Xiangwan: “…” There were many people around carrying laptop bags. Why was this young girl asking someone who was empty-handed for help?

The girl’s eyes were timid as she spoke, holding her laptop, standing restlessly, afraid to meet Song Xiangwan’s eyes.

Oh, social anxiety.

Song Xiangwan understood. She stood up and said, “Let’s go. I don’t have one, but I’ll help you ask the staff.”

They found a power cord and charged the laptop. The girl sighed in relief and repeatedly thanked her. Song Xiangwan waved her hand: “No need, no need. It’s a small thing.”

Then she noticed the trolley next to the staff—the tea break refreshments.

Her stomach rumbled. She hadn’t eaten much this morning, rushing out, and now she was hungry.

The staff member seemed to notice her gaze and took out a small box: “Have some. There’s plenty. Share it with everyone.”

They were old-fashioned small breads wrapped in plastic, not tasty, and quite dry, but everyone had gotten up early today. Many hadn’t eaten. Seeing the small breads, they all gathered around.

The staff member was instantly surrounded, handing them out one by one.

Song Xiangwan took a bite, finding it hard to swallow. Then she saw the tea break refreshments on the trolley—the ones for the main venue.

They looked quite refined, portioned onto individual plates, complete with name cards.

Song Xiangwan immediately spotted the name card with Ming Jin’s name. Ahem… She glanced around. No one was nearby.

The opening speaker’s speech was about forty minutes. As Ming Jin stepped off the stage, she coincidentally brushed past Lin Shan. The two nodded at each other, acknowledging each other.

Lin Shan walked onto the stage with a graceful stride, her back straight, full of pride and confidence. She lightly adjusted the glasses on the bridge of her nose, her eyes sharp.

This was the first time Ming Jin had met Lin Shan.

The Lin Group’s business hadn’t extended to Haicheng, but there had been rumors earlier this year that the Lin Group was planning to open a branch in Haicheng.

Now, she was the second person to speak after Ming Jin, suggesting the rumor was highly likely.

Ming Jin wondered if this decision had anything to do with Lin Rong…

Ming Jin could see the similar facial structure between Lin Shan and her mother, Lin Rong, yet they were very different. Lin Shan’s features were particularly stern, cold, and dominant.

She wondered how Lin Rong was doing now… whether she had met with Lin Shan…

Ming Jin was thinking while also listening to Lin Shan’s speech, which was broadly about the strategic deployment of new technologies and the shift in the Lin Group’s industry positioning.

The Lin Group’s entry into Haicheng was both an opportunity and a challenge for local businesses. When there are more people than resources, some will benefit, and some will be forced out.

Especially since, according to Ming Jin’s connections, Mayor Zheng was very close to the Lin Group…

Ming Jin sat there, her expression calm, but she had largely grasped the current situation in Haicheng.

During the intermission, staff members had already arranged the tea break refreshments in the side hall according to seating order and removed the covers.

One of the staff members’ eyes widened in shock…

Ming Jin’s portion was empty…

Seeing that the participants were already moving toward them, she frantically called for backup, rushing to get replacements. This was a huge mistake in service.

But rushing wouldn’t be fast enough. Ming Jin and her group were already approaching.

She quickly stepped forward: “CEO Ming, please wait a moment…”

Ming Jin also saw the empty plate. A guess suddenly formed in her mind. She said calmly, “It’s alright. Don’t worry.”

Wanwan: I’m full. Thank you for the treat~

Wanwan: It’s boring here. Xintong asked me to play games. I’m leaving now.

Wanwan: I’ll come to pick you up on time this afternoon. Kiss, love you. (Little Cat Flying Kiss Emoji)

A trace of helplessness was in Ming Jin’s eyes. She was the one who insisted on coming, the one who promised to stand by, and now she was the one who left unexpectedly. She was truly spoiled.

“CEO Ming, may I speak with you privately?” Lin Shan walked over, no smile on her face, just a slight nod.

The cat, having eaten her fill, was already on her way home in the car.

She picked up her game console from Clear Water Bay, then hurried to Zhou Xintong’s house.

Bad Woman Ah Jin: Running away?

Yes, I ran away. Hehe, what can you do?

Zhou Xintong was busy in the kitchen wearing an apron. Seven or eight plates of prepared dishes were lined up on the table.

She was skilled in her movements and even managed to cut a plate of fruit to hand to the guest in the living room: “You guys wait. The food will be ready soon.”

“I’ll help,” Shen Yi quickly stood up, wiping his hands.

“No need, no need. The kitchen is small, and there’s no room. You guys just watch TV and play games. It’ll be quick.”

“Trust the chef. The chef doesn’t need an assistant,” Zhou Xintong said proudly, patting her chest.

“Alright. Thank you for the meal, Chef,” Lu Peiling said, smiling as she greeted Song Xiangwan, who had just entered. “Xiangwan, come quickly. We’re waiting for your game console.”

“I’m here, I’m here.” Song Xiangwan walked over, taking out the game cartridge and power cord from her bag. “What do we play?”

“Wow, your cartridges are so comprehensive. You have everything,” Zhao Qingxue’s eyes sparkled. “My mom won’t even let me buy a game console.”

“How old are you? Your mom still controls you?” Song Xiangwan teased lightly.

“No matter how old I am, I’m always controlled…” Zhao Qingxue grumbled unhappily.

“I know…” Song Xiangwan sighed.

She also thought of her own mother, who still hadn’t left Haicheng. She was clearly bored in Haicheng, yet she insisted on watching her.

Song Xiangwan still hadn’t directly spoken ill of Li Yuwan to Song Xiuyun. She had only subtly advised her not to get too close, so people wouldn’t misunderstand.

She didn’t know how else to bring it up.

She couldn’t just plainly say that her only friend didn’t respect her, wasn’t a good person, and was treating her like an idiot.

That would be too heartbreaking.

Song Xiangwan suddenly felt empathy for the old Ming Jin, who had always protected her and made her believe everyone in the entertainment industry was good.

“Sister Wan, this one, let’s play this one.” Zhao Qingxue happened to pick out the Overcooked cartridge.

Song Xiangwan: “…”

Zhao Qingxue: “What’s wrong? Isn’t this game very popular?”

Song Xiangwan was silent for a moment, then spoke: “Don’t yell at me later.”

Zhao Qingxue: “Why would we? When playing games together, having fun is the most important thing.”

Her words were immediately slapped back. It started lively, but twenty minutes later, silence fell over the group.

Zhao Qingxue: “Sister Wan…”

“Um…”

“You don’t have to work…”

“But can you please stop throwing the ingredients randomly and setting the kitchen on fire all the time?”

Song Xiangwan: “…” She didn’t do it on purpose. She accidentally pressed the wrong button and threw the ingredients out. In her panic, she blew up the pot.

Overcooked, also known as Breakup Kitchen, was rumored that even the most loving couples would end up arguing and breaking up while playing this game.

Song Xiangwan picked up a piece of fruit and popped it into her mouth, not at all embarrassed: “Oh, this is nothing. It’ll be fine after a few more tries.”

“It used to take me an hour to clear one level.”

Shen Yi: “…” He paused, then asked, “Who has such a good temper to play with you for an hour? Is time that worthless?”

Song Xiangwan’s lips curved, but she didn’t speak. Her phoenix eyes shimmered with light, filled with a touch of smug pride.

CEO Ming’s time was incredibly precious, but she had a very good temper when playing games with her.

A spoiled cat.

Reckless, running away whenever she wanted, completely ignoring the consequences.

“I’ll bring the dishes.”

“I’ll scoop the rice.”

“I’ll get the chopsticks.”

“Chef, please sit down.”

They were enthusiastic and quickly ran away from the game console.

Zhou Xintong seemed to sense something. She smiled and said, “The game console isn’t fun? If not, I’ll take you to play something fun this afternoon.”

“What’s fun?” Everyone looked at her eagerly.

“Let’s go to a bar,” Zhou Xintong rubbed her hands, looking excited. “I found a bartender who is a woman. She dances so well.”

“And, I heard female customers get special treatment—close, intimate dancing. It’s so exciting.”

Song Xiangwan knew about this female bartender. She had even learned several dances from her. But… would the scene be too provocative?

Should I go?

Ming Jin was busy with the meeting. She probably wouldn’t know, right?

She had a bit of a… bad feeling.

“Don’t tell me you’re scared to go?” Zhou Xintong looked at Song Xiangwan, tutting. “Sister Wan, is your roommate’s sister’s house rule that strict?”

Everyone burst into laughter.

Song Xiangwan: “…”

Ming Jin doesn’t have clairvoyance or super hearing. She wouldn’t believe in this superstition.