The Person I Love Who Has Been Missing For Three Years - Chapter 91

Chapter 91: The Person Who Loves Song Xiangwan Very, Very Much…

In the morning, before dawn, the room was still completely dark. The doorknob turned gently, making a soft click that was not very noticeable.

But the person on the bed was already awake. Ming Jin’s sleep has always been light; she wakes up at the slightest sound.

However, she didn’t open her eyes because Auntie had always been very considerate and never pushed the door open since Ming Jin moved in.

Sure enough, she heard light footsteps, then the quilt was lifted, and a warm, soft body snuggled up and burrowed into her embrace.

Ming Jin naturally reached out, hugged her, and pulled her closer.

“Snuck into your bed. Don’t you have any sense of caution?” Song Xiangwan laughed, wrapping her arms around Ming Jin’s waist.

“No one but you sneaks into my bed,” Ming Jin smiled softly and said slowly. “Since I know who it is, there’s no need for caution.”

“Why did you sneak in like this? Won’t Auntie find out?” Ming Jin opened her eyes, meeting Song Xiangwan’s gaze in the darkness.

“No, she went to cook. The moment she got up, I got up right after,” Song Xiangwan said smugly. “Breakfast takes at least half an hour.”

“As long as we wake up in time, she won’t find out…”

Ming Jin was somewhat helpless. Song Xiangwan kissed her several times. She pressed her palm against Song Xiangwan’s back and gently patted her: “At home, you’re like a thief.”

Song Xiangwan flipped over, pushing the quilt up. She placed both hands beside Ming Jin, looking down at her: “That’s right, a flower thief.”

“Oh my, how can there be such a beautiful young lady lying in my arms? Don’t blame me, I must destroy the flower now…” She smiled slyly.

Her hand reached over, slipped under the hem of Ming Jin’s pajamas, and slid restlessly upward, lifting the pajamas and exposing the fair curve of her waist.

Her fingertip lightly pressed, then playfully traced a line: “Young lady, aren’t you going to call out?”

Song Xiangwan had many tricks. Ming Jin smiled, willing to play along: “With such a beautiful flower thief, it’s hard to say who’s getting the better deal, young lady.”

“Young lady, you’re quite open to playing along…” Song Xiangwan pinched her waist slightly, smiling brightly at Ming Jin, then leaned down and kissed Ming Jin’s lips.

It was an overly stimulating kiss. Just a door away, in the kitchen a few meters away, an elder was present. They were kissing secretly, like an illicit affair.

The quilt was filled with Song Xiangwan’s scent, making Ming Jin feel restless. She parted her lips and responded to this somewhat retaliatory kiss.

How could she not miss her?

She had gotten used to reaching out at night and being able to hold the person next to her.

For the past three days, the bed had been empty. Although her sleep quality was slightly better, she still felt… unaccustomed.

Ming Jin didn’t struggle. Instead, her hands naturally lifted, gently wrapped around Song Xiangwan’s waist, and, through the pajamas, slid downward.

The close proximity, the soft touch pressing against her chest. Song Xiangwan’s knee pressed against Ming Jin’s side, and the temperature from her thigh was transmitted through the rubbing fabric.

The kiss became passionate. Song Xiangwan lifted her chin, allowing Ming Jin’s lips to follow hers downward, gliding past her chin, and lightly brushing against her neck.

When her throat was lightly taken into Ming Jin’s mouth, Song Xiangwan’s breathing tightened slightly, feeling the gentle pressure of Ming Jin’s lips and teeth.

Nestled against Ming Jin’s chest, she could hear the pounding heartbeat. Song Xiangwan squinted, enjoying the warmth in Ming Jin’s embrace.

“Did you miss me?” Ming Jin’s voice was lowered, brushing against Song Xiangwan’s earlobe, accompanied by a slight chuckle.

“Yeah…” Song Xiangwan didn’t hide it. She rubbed against Ming Jin’s chest and complained softly, “Why are we still separated even though we’re officially together?”

She missed her so much. The empty yearning, knowing she was just a wall away, overwhelmed her.

“Do you want me?” Ming Jin’s hand pressed against the back of her neck, gently rubbing, her tone soothing.

“You…” Song Xiangwan’s eyes widened. She looked at Ming Jin, pursed her lips, and whispered, “Bad woman…”

How could she be so prepared, even bringing these things when she came home with her?

“Wait…” Ming Jin’s eyes paused. She subtly sniffed the air. “What’s that smell?”

“Burning…” Song Xiangwan shot up from the bed, ran out in her slippers, “Mom, the pot is burnt!”

“Huh?” Song Xiuyun was sitting in the living room, deep in thought about something. She came back to her senses as if waking from a dream.

Song Xiangwan was faster. She rushed into the kitchen, turned off the gas stove, and lifted the pot lid. A smell of char rushed out.

The water in the pot had dried up. The boiled eggs had cracked shells and were a scorched yellow.

“It’s okay, it’s just the pot boiled dry,” Song Xiangwan comforted Song Xiuyun.

“It’s good that you’re okay,” Song Xiuyun breathed a sigh of relief, then quickly said, “Go wash up. Leave this to me. Don’t get burned.”

“Are you… sure you can handle it?” Song Xiangwan was suspicious. “What were you thinking about? How did you boil an egg until the pot dried up…”

“Nothing much. Knitting a scarf. I was just too focused,” Song Xiuyun pushed Song Xiangwan outside. “Go on, go on. I’ll take care of it.”

According to the customs of Song Xiangwan’s hometown, dumplings are eaten on New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day morning. Making dumplings was the big task for New Year’s Eve.

Teacher Zhou, who lived alone, came over early to help.

Hearing Song Xiangwan joke that the house almost caught fire this morning, she paused her dumpling-making and laughed: “It’s a good thing Wanwan was home, or the house might have burned down.”

Song Xiangwan pinched a dumpling, then looked at Ming Jin, who was concentrating on pinching a dumpling, and hesitated: “Are you really okay doing this?”

“Not really,” Ming Jin took out the dumpling in her hand to show Song Xiangwan.

Song Xiangwan looked at the oddly shaped, ugly thing: “…”

“Never mind, I’ll do it.” Song Xiangwan took it, wiped Ming Jin’s hands clean with a wet wipe, and placed the macadamia nut box on her lap. “I want to eat this.”

She said nonchalantly: “Teacher Zhou, why don’t you stay over and see in the New Year with us?”

“The house isn’t big, but there’s room. You can share a room with my mom.”

As she said this, she glanced at Ming Jin from the corner of her eye. Their eyes met, and Song Xiangwan blinked lightly, a look of calculation on her face.

The house was small, with only two bedrooms. If Teacher Zhou stayed, she would definitely share a room with Song Xiuyun, which meant they could…

Of course, she couldn’t say this out loud. She had to find some high-sounding reasons: “We’ve stocked up a lot of New Year goods here. It’s livelier with more people, and it’s boring for you to go home alone.”

“If you’re missing anything, we can have someone drive you back to get it later. It’s no trouble.”

“You’re also a respected elder of mine. Spending the New Year together also gives me a chance to show my respect.”

Ming Jin had never realized before that Song Xiangwan’s mouth could be so sweet and come up with so many reasons.

To be able to stay together, that mouth had become quite glib.

“Alright, alright, then I’ll stay,” the sugar-coated bullets were the hardest to refuse. Teacher Zhou smiled and agreed.

Ming Jin: “…” Her acting skills were also astonishing.

“Go back to sleep if you’re tired. You don’t necessarily have to stay up until midnight,” Song Xiuyun didn’t think much of it.

The Song family never had a strict tradition of staying up until midnight for the New Year. They usually went to sleep when they were tired. They needed to rest for the New Year’s Day visits.

“Great! Let’s go, let’s go back to sleep,” Song Xiangwan came over and started pushing Ming Jin away.

“You’re tired, but Xiao Jin might not be,” Song Xiuyun said.

Song Xiangwan: “She is tired.”

She looked at Ming Jin: “Right? Tired?”

Her phoenix eyes were sparkling, and her lips curled up with an ambiguous smile.

Ming Jin: “…” She nodded, “Mhm, I am tired. Teacher Zhou, Auntie, we’re going back to sleep first.”

After showering, the bath products in the house were a different brand. Ming Jin’s scent seemed to have changed, but it still smelled… very nice.

Song Xiangwan pounced on the bed, rubbing back and forth in her arms, her tone intimate and dependent: “You spoil me so much. I said I was tired, and you became tired.”

“I can’t see that you’re tired, but I can see you’re hungry,” Ming Jin gently pinched her ear, rubbing it in her palm.

The tips of her ears were slightly red and faintly warm.

Song Xiangwan casually grabbed a hair tie and loosely tied her hair up. The fair, elegant lines of her shoulders and neck immediately came into view.

She was beautiful, a vibrant and striking beauty. Even wearing that ball-like pajamas in the daytime, she didn’t have a hint of rustic charm.

A strand of hair floated down from her temple, resting on Ming Jin’s neck and fingertips as she leaned over.

She lowered her voice, gently nibbling on Ming Jin’s earlobe, whispering, “Wife, will you feed me?”

“It’s eleven o’clock now… Should we keep going until midnight?” Her soft voice carried a seductive warmth.

“Is there a significance to that?” Ming Jin’s hand gently cupped her beautiful jaw. Her fingertip lightly rubbed her chin, and a slight pinch left a red mark.

How could someone be so fair, like a piece of tofu?

“Do it from the end of the year to the start of the year, and the whole year will be smooth and prosperous,” Song Xiangwan said with a smile.

“Did you make that up?” Ming Jin couldn’t help but smile. It sounded so unreliable.

“No, it’s the truth. It’s a custom.” Song Xiangwan said, pressing down on Ming Jin’s wrist, lowering her head, and kissing Ming Jin’s lips.

The kiss was very serious, exploring every inch meticulously. Then she released her, lightly hooking her tongue, and guiding Ming Jin’s hand to her waist.

“Ah… mhm…” Song Xiangwan let out a soft sound, leaning closer. “Doesn’t it feel more stimulating to make sounds like this, Wife?”

“It’s fine. They can’t hear us.” Song Xiangwan inhaled lightly, and when she spoke again, her voice was slightly broken. “A-Jin, I’m dying…”

“Weren’t you very arrogant just now?” Ming Jin smiled softly, a warm color subtly rising in her eyes.

The cat’s sounds were like soft claws, stroking her heart repeatedly. Her heart was melting. She couldn’t help but want, want to hear more.

Song Xiangwan’s lips were slightly numb. The red marks where she had been gently sucked were particularly obvious. Now, she huddled in Ming Jin’s arms, carefully suppressing her breathing.

“Why are you quiet?” Ming Jin kissed her lips, gently licking them.

She wasn’t that bold. She dared to be so loud just now because there was TV noise and the sound of firecrackers. Now it was quiet.

Just a wall separated them. She felt like her suppressed breaths were clearly audible in the darkness.

This thrill made her back instinctively tense up, yet Ming Jin wouldn’t let her go.

The setting of a remote control seemed to be adjusted. Song Xiangwan sniffed, pressing her forehead against Ming Jin’s chest: “Bad woman, you cheated…”

“You were the one who said we should go until midnight,” Ming Jin’s palm gently stroked her back. “Alright, that’s enough.”

“It’s not midnight yet…” Song Xiangwan was silenced by a kiss.

Then she heard Ming Jin’s voice: “From the end of the year to the start of the year, I should be the one to do it myself. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’re satisfied.”

Sleeping early on New Year’s Eve means waking up early on New Year’s Day.

But these two young people clearly went to sleep very early, and they didn’t wake up early either. Song Xiuyun knocked on the door and heard Song Xiangwan’s half-asleep voice: “Mhm, got it… I’ll be up right away…”

Her lips felt slightly swollen and painful. Song Xiangwan looked in the mirror and put on a sophisticated makeup look, covering the red marks on her neck.

“You’re dressed up so beautifully today?” Teacher Zhou praised her.

“Yes, it’s New Year’s Day. We need a new look,” Song Xiangwan subtly adjusted her collar.

The collar rubbed against a red mark, causing a slight discomfort. And she was a little worried: What if the concealer rubs off?

Ming Jin’s phone vibrated slightly in her palm. She glanced at it, her eyes darkening slightly.

“Doesn’t taste good?” Song Xiangwan nudged her with her elbow and whispered, “I don’t like eating them either. No choice, it’s the family rule…”

It had always been like this since she was a child. Dumplings must be eaten on New Year’s Day.

She had no appetite for dumplings first thing in the morning.

But Song Xiuyun always said it was a rule passed down by the older generation that couldn’t be changed. Eating dumplings at the start of the year ensures a year of peace and prosperity.

“Chicken noodle soup with two poached eggs. If you’re not used to the dumplings, eat this instead.” Song Xiuyun came out of the kitchen, placed a bowl of noodles in front of Ming Jin.

“Wait a minute…” Song Xiangwan’s eyes widened. “Ms. Song, where are your principles?”

“What principles?” Song Xiuyun smiled and said, “It’s New Year’s. Eat whatever you like to eat. I know you don’t like them, so I made a bowl for you too.”

“Wow, I’m living the good life this year because of A-Jin.” The only explanation Song Xiangwan could think of was Song Xiuyun accommodating Ming Jin.

Ming Jin’s phone vibrated. She picked it up and glanced at it, her expression sinking slightly.

Song Xiuyun urged her: “Xiao Jin, try it. If you don’t like it, there are also sweet glutinous rice balls (tangyuan). I can make two bowls for you.”

“No need, the chicken noodle soup is excellent, thank you, Auntie.” Ming Jin picked up her chopsticks and took a bite, glancing at Song Xiangwan.

The liveliest place in the small town during the New Year was the temple fair.

Song Xiangwan and Ming Jin went out for a walk but didn’t dare to push into the crowd. The wheelchair was too inconvenient; if they went in, they might not be able to get out.

They only circled the outside. When they returned, they were sweating from the exertion. Song Xiangwan collapsed on the sofa and sighed heavily: “I should have just stayed home…”

Why join the crowd?

She was also recognized, and they were almost trapped by the surrounding people.

Small towns are like this. Song Xiangwan was already a celebrity among celebrities there. She didn’t know if those photos… would be circulated.

Photos of her and Ming Jin attending the temple fair together.

Song Xiuyun was in the kitchen prepping vegetables, which were very tender baby greens, still clinging to the morning dew and soil from the field.

One of the advantages of a small town was the ability to eat the freshest and most tender vegetables.

Ming Jin approached and offered her hand: “Auntie, let me help you.”

“No, no need. It’s just a little bit of greens. I’ll be done in a moment. Don’t get your hands dirty,” Song Xiuyun declined.

“Let me help you,” Ming Jin picked up the greens, but she didn’t know how to prep them. Watching Song Xiuyun, she peeled off the outermost leaves.

Song Xiuyun: “…” She didn’t know whether to remind her that those leaves were quite tender and didn’t need to be peeled off.

Seeing such a major CEO helping to prep greens, Song Xiuyun smiled softly.

Just then, Ming Jin called out: “Wanwan, Mom said we’re out of salt in the kitchen. Can you go downstairs and buy one?”

“Huh?” Song Xiuyun was stunned, looking at the full box of salt on the counter.

“Out of salt?” Song Xiangwan was surprised. Ms. Song always had a habit of stocking up on salt.

“Yes, we’re out,” Ming Jin knew little about kitchen seasonings. Salt was the only excuse she could quickly think of.

“Alright,” Song Xiangwan didn’t fuss. She was already standing up. She asked, “Is there anything else you need? I’ll buy everything in one trip.”

“Nothing else, just salt,” Ming Jin said, giving Song Xiuyun no chance to speak.

Song Xiangwan took the keys and left. The door closed with a thud. Teacher Zhou had gone to the temple fair, and only the two of them remained in the quiet house.

Ming Jin confirmed Song Xiangwan was gone and slowly spoke: “Auntie, are you going to keep this from Wanwan forever?”

“You…” Song Xiuyun was stunned. The greens in her palm were clenched tight. “You know?”

“I asked the doctor. The doctor said your intention was… no treatment…” Ming Jin said, her tone heavy.

“It’s terminal. What’s the point of treatment?” Song Xiuyun lowered her head to pluck the greens, her tone indifferent, as if she didn’t care.

“But what about Wanwan?” Ming Jin sighed. “You are her only remaining family.”

“She…” Song Xiuyun’s eyes were moist. A damp stain fell from her chin onto her hand. “She has you now. I’m relieved.”

Staying together these past few days, she had seen it: Ming Jin’s indulgence toward Song Xiangwan, Song Xiangwan’s casual bossing around of Ming Jin, and the harmonious atmosphere between them.

Moreover, Song Xiangwan had told her a lot during their night chat.

The shares Ming Jin gave her, the gifted real estate, jewelry, cash… all signed with a voluntary gift agreement.

The ten billion dollar account was also directly given to Song Xiangwan.

Song Xiuyun hadn’t expected anyone to pursue someone with such disregard for cost.

Song Xiuyun had also come to terms with it. Since Song Xiangwan was prepared, she respected Song Xiangwan’s choice.

And now that Song Xiangwan had someone by her side, she truly felt at ease.

“Why not seek treatment?” Ming Jin asked gently. “I asked the doctor today. Your condition can extend your survival period with treatment.”

“My mother died of the same disease, Wanwan’s maternal grandmother. Wanwan was still young then. She probably doesn’t remember much…” Song Xiuyun said.

“It might be hereditary in our family.”

“Please keep an eye on Wanwan in the future. Have her checked frequently so it’s not discovered only at the terminal stage.”

“Her mother chose treatment, but she only lived for eight more months, spending all her time in the hospital, and all her hair fell out.”

“She was surrounded by patients with the same illness. When she opened her eyes in the morning, a patient might have died.”

“She often told me that she was constantly anxious, always feeling that if she fell asleep tonight, she wouldn’t wake up the next day.”

“I was also in the hospital every day, watching her suffer from the drugs, wishing she were dead…”

How could a person not want to live? It’s just that she felt that living like that meant losing even her last bit of dignity.

She did not plan to accept treatment.

She disliked the feeling of being involuntarily confined to a hospital bed, covered in tubes, unable to control her own life.

But she still wanted to spend more time with Song Xiangwan, which is why she urged Song Xiangwan to come home for the New Year. And it turned out to be a comfortable holiday…

“Auntie, things are different now. That was many years ago, when domestic medical care wasn’t advanced.”

“And please rest assured, I will do everything in my power to find you the best doctors, the best medical resources worldwide.”

“Can we try a little harder, please?”

Ming Jin’s heart felt heavy, but she could only offer gentle persuasion: “Wanwan is still young. She cannot lose her mother.”

“How heartbroken she would be without you.”

“I can’t replace you. Never.”

“Just take it as me begging you. For Wanwan’s sake, please look into it again, try again.”

Song Xiuyun looked up, meeting those light brown eyes. There was a gentle, undulating light in her eyes, perhaps a slight redness, full of sincerity and earnestness.

She certainly knew Ming Jin’s status, but the words coming from her mouth now were humbly spoken and unbefitting of her position.

She was trying so hard, so very hard, not to let Song Xiangwan be sad.

Song Xiuyun felt a moment of relief. All her previous concerns vanished instantly.

Ming Jin was a person who loved Song Xiangwan very, very much.

Although she was a woman, although she was physically disabled, and although there were many obstacles, she had always been trying to protect and cherish Song Xiangwan.

It was enough. Even if the worst outcome happened, she could die in peace.