The Person I Love Who Has Been Missing For Three Years - Chapter 92

Chapter 92: Will You Marry Me? (8k Update…

“Misdiagnosis?” The voices said in unison.

The doctor adjusted her glasses, seemingly accustomed to such scenes: “Yes, it appears to be a misdiagnosis.”

“From the images, here…” She pointed and circled an area on the scan, “there is indeed a mass, and it’s not small.”

“However, based on the changes in these two scans, it hasn’t shown a tendency to grow. Instead, it’s shrinking.”

“It’s not a tumor, but a mass caused by pulmonary inflammation.”

“How can this be…” Song Xiuyun was somewhat incredulous. “But the last doctor said it was a large tumor.”

“Which hospital?” The doctor briefly skimmed the old medical records. “County hospital?”

Song Xiangwan: “…” Somewhat helpless: “Mom, you only went to the county hospital for a check-up?”

Seriously, she scared herself half to death.

The doctor saw that Song Xiuyun was still half-doubting and asked, “I see in your patient history that you’ve had a persistent cough. Has it improved?”

“It has improved,” Song Xiuyun nodded. “It was mostly better before the New Year.”

“No hemoptysis, no chest pain…” The doctor said slowly.

“No,” Song Xiuyun shook her head.

“No loss of appetite, no significant weight change?” The doctor continued to ask.

“Appetite…” Song Xiuyun pondered, “A little, perhaps.”

“You keep thinking you’re sick, so of course you can’t eat,” the doctor shook her head and chuckled softly. “If it really were the severe tumor diagnosed by that hospital, how could you still look so rosy, and only have a cough, with no anemia, no pain, no other symptoms?”

“If you still doubt it, go walk around the wards and see what late-stage lung cancer patients look like.”

With this, Song Xiuyun was finally reassured: “Thank you, thank you, Doctor.”

Song Xiangwan also breathed a sigh of relief. After learning the news, she had barely slept these past few days and immediately brought Song Xiuyun to Haicheng Hospital for a check-up.

This doctor was a nationally renowned lung cancer expert. Since she spoke this way, it should genuinely not be cancer.

It was only the third day of the Lunar New Year. Ming Jin paid a huge sum to get the doctor, who was on holiday, to come out.

“See, I told you, great fortune follows great peril,” Teacher Zhou held Song Xiuyun’s hand and instructed, “You should have come earlier.”

She had tried to persuade her, but Song Xiuyun, due to her mother’s history of lung cancer, was convinced she was in the terminal stage and couldn’t be convinced otherwise.

She just checked information online with her own records, and the more she checked, the more severe she thought it was.

It was only after sentencing herself to death in her mind that she called Song Xiangwan home for the New Year.

“Since that’s the case, please formulate a follow-up treatment plan,” Ming Jin said slowly. “We came to you because we trust your expertise.”

“The mass… is easy to handle…” The doctor said while writing a prescription. “Take the medicine home and see. If the effect is good, surgery won’t be necessary at all.”

The group walked out of the consultation room. Song Xiuyun’s face was glowing, and her smile was unstoppable.

“Since it was a false alarm, let’s book a restaurant to celebrate tonight,” Song Xiangwan was also unrestrainedly happy.

“No, no, you young people go have fun. I have things to do,” Song Xiuyun waved her hand, then immediately lowered her head and started making a call.

“Yes, yes, Sister Zhao, it’s me, Little Song. I’m back in Haicheng. Didn’t you ask me to play mahjong a couple of days ago? Let’s do it tonight.”

“Yes, yes, and A-Ying. The three of us, along with Sister Zhang, would make a perfect table.”

“Hiking the day after tomorrow? Sure, let’s go together. We can take some sister photos and post them on Moments.”

“The card game tonight is set then, same old place. I’ll book the private room.”

After hanging up, she made another call: “Lili, are you coming hiking the day after tomorrow? Bring the scarf I gave you last time, the set.”

“Yes, yes, I have my camera. I’ll bring it.”

“Bring the drone your son bought you too. Photos on the mountain will definitely look good.”

Song Xiangwan: “…”

Song Xiuyun hung up the phone and looked at Song Xiangwan and Ming Jin: “You young people go have fun. I’m busy. Very busy.”

Song Xiangwan: “…” On the way to Haicheng, she was miserable and had no desire to contact friends.

Now, she wanted to call every friend she had made in Haicheng and go out and have fun.

Ming Jin smiled softly, reaching out to pat the back of Song Xiangwan’s hand: “It’s alright. Auntie is happy. Let her go and have fun.”

They had lunch at the Ming residence. After eating, the two elders disappeared.

Song Xiangwan slept soundly with Ming Jin in her arms for an afternoon nap. She hadn’t slept well these past few nights. When she woke up from this nap, it was already dark outside.

The person beside her was already awake. Song Xiangwan yawned, walked out in her slippers, and went to hug Ming Jin’s waist, rubbing against her.

Like a cat, Ming Jin’s hand gently stroked her hair and said softly, “Are you awake?”

“Mhm… why didn’t you wake me up…” Song Xiangwan stretched her neck to look at the oil painting on the easel.

Warm tones, a sunset over the sea, seagulls flying over the water, sailboats faintly visible in the distance, and the golden sand beach dotted with tiny shells.

“You haven’t slept well for the past two days. I let you catch up on sleep,” Ming Jin said.

“Did you paint this?” Song Xiangwan was surprised, looking at the oil painting. She didn’t know Ming Jin could paint with oils.

“It’s been a long time since I painted. I feel like I’ve regressed a lot,” Ming Jin said. “In the past, I didn’t have time. I’ll have a lot of free time later, so I need to find ways to pass it.”

“It looks a bit empty on the canvas…” Song Xiangwan clicked her tongue. “Why are there no people?”

“There are, right here.” The brush dipped in oil paint lightly dabbed a few strokes on the beach, creating the back view of a figure.

Then, she painted another person next to the first. The two figures faced the sea, seemingly admiring the sunset. The scene was especially harmonious and warm.

“Is that us?” Song Xiangwan smiled, turning to kiss Ming Jin on the cheek.

Ming Jin’s lips curled up, and her eyes held a soft smile, but she didn’t speak. It was a question that didn’t need an answer.

“Done,” Ming Jin put down the brush, stepped back a little, and admired the overall shape of the painting. “Let’s stop here. Go freshen up and change your clothes.”

“Why change clothes?”

“We’re going out to eat. Didn’t you say we should book a restaurant to celebrate?” Ming Jin lightly tapped her nose. “Hurry up. Dress beautifully. I’m taking you out for a feast.”

“True. Even though my mom abandoned us to go play, we can still celebrate.”

Song Xiangwan stood up and said, “I’ll go call A-Yan…”

“No need. A-Yan said she has things to do,” Ming Jin gently interrupted her.

Xu Zhiyan, sitting on the sofa playing a game, looked up when she heard her name: “What’s wrong? Did you call me?”

“Wanwan said to go out for dinner together tonight. I told her you had things to do and wouldn’t be joining us tonight,” Ming Jin explained.

“Ah?” Xu Zhiyan blinked, seeming confused. “Did I…”

Meeting Ming Jin’s gaze, her back tensed slightly. She quickly nodded and said, “Mhm mhm mhm, I have things to do. You two go ahead.”

The car drove towards the sea. The Binhai Avenue was deserted on the third day of the New Year. No one was in sight, only the distant lights on the sea could be vaguely seen.

Driving a little further, they saw a white house by the sea, under the moonlight—a retro European-style building from the last century.

The steep dome roof was covered with cream-white tiles, and huge floor-to-ceiling windows were fitted with diamond-patterned glass. The white carved iron gate was half-open. The gravel path in the courtyard led to the terrace, where a curved walkway was enclosed by white Roman columns. It looked like it had stepped out of a classical oil painting, pure and elegantly understated.

But somehow, it didn’t look like a restaurant…

Song Xiangwan was puzzled: “Is there a restaurant here now?”

“Do you still remember it?” Ming Jin’s lips curved upward.

“Yeah, I remember. Isn’t this the one we saw before… it seems to be…” Song Xiangwan pondered, “The Liu Mansion…”

“The name has been changed,” Ming Jin said casually.

“Now it’s called…” She turned and gently pinched Song Xiangwan’s nose, whispering, “The Song Mansion.”

“Ah?” Song Xiangwan’s eyes widened. Sure enough, she saw that the plaque at the front door had been changed.

“I bought it when you said you liked it before, but unfortunately, I’m only bringing you to see it now,” Ming Jin said.

“I just said it casually…” Song Xiangwan muttered, her eyes sparkling. She genuinely liked it.

She had liked this house when she was strolling with Ming Jin, where they could enjoy the beautiful orange sea—cozy and comfortable.

But she hadn’t expected Ming Jin to actually buy it.

Just like when she said she wanted to be an honorary alumna of her alma mater.

Sometimes, they were just casual jokes between lovers, but Ming Jin took them all to heart and seriously arranged everything, piece by piece.

“It looks like I can’t speak casually anymore…” Song Xiangwan teased. “What if I said I wanted the stars one day…”

“The naming rights for a minor planet are not expensive,” Ming Jin said.

Song Xiangwan: “…” She actually seriously considered the idea of asking for a star.

“No, no, no, that’s unnecessary,” Song Xiangwan quickly interrupted her dangerous thought.

They had already reached the main entrance. When the door was pushed open, Song Xiangwan’s steps froze.

From the entrance inwards, the path was fully covered with vibrant red roses. Elegant music filled the hall, and the light from fairy lights shimmered romantically.

“Walk forward,” Ming Jin patted Song Xiangwan’s hand and said softly.

Walking forward, following this path of flowers, led straight to the largest floor-to-ceiling window in the living room.

The curtains were closed, but the moment Song Xiangwan pulled them open, the sea burst into light. Bright spotlights instantly illuminated the water gorgeously.

The area had been completely dark on the way here.

In Song Xiangwan’s eyes, a thousand rays of soft light reflected, mirroring a vast galaxy. She heard Ming Jin’s voice next to her: “Wanwan, I’ve wanted to say this for a long time.”

“Will you marry me?”

She turned her head. The brocade box in Ming Jin’s hand opened, revealing a pink diamond necklace, spread on black velvet cloth. The set diamonds glittered like a river of stars.

“That ring has already been placed on your dressing table. It already belongs to you.”

“But I always thought that was the engagement gift for the 24-year-old Song Xiangwan.”

“My Wanwan is 27 this year, more beautiful, more outstanding, and deserves a better engagement gift.”

The main diamond on the necklace was clearly larger than the one on the ring.

Song Xiangwan felt tears welling up. At 27, she often heard comments that she was getting old and couldn’t compare to her youth.

That’s how the industry was: the younger and more beautiful, the more radiant you were.

But in Ming Jin’s eyes, it was never like that. Song Xiangwan was always her most precious darling, always deserving of better things.

Song Xiangwan turned her head: “Mom… Teacher Zhou… A-Yan… Sister Cao… Chengcheng…”

The people who had claimed to be busy today all appeared there.

Their faces wore bright smiles, looking at Song Xiangwan with heartfelt wishes.

The most important people in her life had come to witness this moment, watching the necklace being placed around her neck, seeing them embrace tightly.

Song Xiangwan felt like crying. She hugged Ming Jin tightly and whispered, “How can you be so good to me…”

“You haven’t answered my question yet,” Ming Jin gently hugged her back, repeating softly, “My Wanwan, will you marry me?”

“Yes, yes, I will,” Song Xiangwan kept nodding.

“Beautiful movie star, aren’t you going to take pictures tonight? You’ll cry off your makeup,” Ming Jin gently patted Song Xiangwan’s back.

Even though this was the answer she had long known, Ming Jin was still extremely happy to hear Song Xiangwan say it herself at this moment.

In front of all of Song Xiangwan’s important people, they were officially together. Song Xiangwan was now her fiancée, her rightful lover.

The photographer in the crowd had already captured many beautiful shots, but the celebrity who cared about her appearance still needed to take a set of posed photos.

The light show outside the window, the path of roses inside the room, and the tall cake tower—she smiled sweetly. The pink diamond necklace on her neck was exceptionally brilliant and eye-catching.

Instead, she posted a set of nine solo photos of herself.

After posting, it immediately trended on the hot search: #SongXiangwanWorking#.

Wow wow wow, Sister is working on the third day of the New Year. So dedicated.

So beautiful! Wanwan is truly a succubus.

Wait, wait, today isn’t any special holiday, and it’s not her birthday. Why is there a cake?

Did no one notice her necklace?

I suspect she’s showing off the necklace on purpose (attached: a screenshot of the auction price before the New Year).

Good heavens, so expensive?

The beautiful cat deserves the most beautiful necklace!

What cat?

Don’t you guys think Wanwan looks like a cat? A beautiful, long-haired calico lady~

Rose path, such a big diamond, and a light show… Song Xiangwan, did you get proposed to?

Hahaha, being proposed to is normal. She never clarified the scandal with the ‘roommate sister’ though.

I really want to know who the roommate sister is!

I… have insider info… DM me…

Don’t DM the person above. They’re just tricking you into reading fanfiction.

It’s been so long. Haven’t the microscopes figured out the roommate sister’s identity yet?

I don’t think they haven’t figured it out… they’ve been silenced… Someone who can give such an expensive necklace must be someone important.

Song Xiangwan ignored their guesses. She was overjoyed today. Even after everyone left, she was still carefully admiring the necklace on her neck in the mirror.

She looked left and right for twenty minutes until she heard a gentle cough behind her.

She turned around, meeting Ming Jin’s eyes. Ming Jin’s tone was flat: “Your eyes only have room for the necklace…”

Song Xiangwan giggled softly, took off the necklace, placed it carefully in the box, and walked over. She leaned in close to look at Ming Jin’s eyes, unable to stop herself from laughing lightly: “How can you be jealous of a necklace?”

“You’re drunk,” Ming Jin raised her hand and gently pressed it against her lips.

Just two short sentences, and the faint scent of alcohol wafted over.

“No, I’m not drunk at all,” Song Xiangwan denied, leaning in to kiss Ming Jin’s lips. “Not drunk at all. See, I can still kiss you.”

She was definitely drunk.

This cat rarely got drunk. She must be genuinely happy today.

The personal assistant finished tidying the bathroom and came out, saying softly, “CEO Ming…”

Her tone held a slight worry. A drunk person and a person with a physical disability, together, seemed unreliable.

“It’s fine. Come pick us up tomorrow morning,” Ming Jin said.

The drunk cat was still nestled in her arms, rubbing against her. She reached out to unbutton Ming Jin’s shirt, but Ming Jin grabbed her wrist and stopped her.

Her blurry, drunken eyes looked at Ming Jin. She leaned in to try and bite Ming Jin’s buttons, mumbling, “Not drunk, really not drunk. See, I can even unbutton it without my hands…”

Unable to bite them open, she simply shifted slightly, locked her target onto Ming Jin’s neck, opened her mouth, and gently bit down.

Ming Jin reached out to support her swaying waist, feeling helpless. She couldn’t dodge and was gently bitten several times. Her neck was terribly ticklish.

“Go take a bath?” Ming Jin only said softly, “How about taking a bath first?”

“Okay…” Song Xiangwan looked up, smiling brightly at Ming Jin, and tapped Ming Jin’s nose. “Wife, wait for me.”

Her tone was flirtatious. She didn’t go into the bathroom but casually stripped off her clothes right in front of Ming Jin, tossing them onto the floor.

She walked barefoot over the clothes. Her slender waist swayed in front of Ming Jin. She squatted down: “I can’t undo it. You help me, won’t you…”

She lifted her long hair, leaning on Ming Jin’s lap, revealing the fair curve of her neck and her delicate, beautiful shoulder blades.

Ming Jin’s fingertips lightly brushed against them. She could feel Song Xiangwan affectionately nudging her, murmuring, “Done?”

“No,” Ming Jin reached out, pressed down on her shoulder blades, and said calmly, “Don’t get up yet.”

“Oh…” She nodded vaguely, as obedient as a cat.

Fingers rubbed against skin. The temperature felt slightly hot. Ming Jin’s eyes deepened. Finally, she gently unhooked the clasp and said softly, “Done.”

Song Xiangwan straightened up, hooked the thin strap with her finger, and held it out to Ming Jin. Her drunken, blurry eyes asked, “Do you like it?”

She moved forward, right up to Ming Jin’s nose. Ming Jin could almost smell Song Xiangwan’s scent clinging to the fabric.

Then, her finger tilted slightly. The fabric slid past Ming Jin’s nose and fell into Ming Jin’s lap.

The seductive enchantress had her way. She giggled and walked towards the bathroom.

Ming Jin sighed in exasperation, taking a deep breath. She bent down, picked up the clothes from the floor, and tossed them onto the sofa at the foot of the bed.

She waited for a long time, but there was no sound from the bathroom.

Unable to shake her worry, Ming Jin called out twice, but there was no response.

She went in to check and saw the person was asleep, leaning against the bathtub. The steaming hot water mist made her post-alcohol face flush red. Tiny drops of water clung to her eyelashes.

She was truly drunk; there was no movement.

Ming Jin’s eyes darkened. Under normal circumstances, she could carry her back…

She gently patted Song Xiangwan’s cheek: “Wanwan…”

In an instant, those phoenix eyes opened. She looked through the steam and suddenly grabbed Ming Jin’s arm.

“You…” Before Ming Jin could say anything, the person in the water stood up and, without a word, lifted her into her arms.

Then, with a plop, both of them plunged into the bathtub.

Ming Jin’s clothes were instantly soaked. She felt a slight loss of balance and instinctively grabbed Song Xiangwan’s arm.

Yet the drunk person remembered to protect her waist. Her movements were not rough, and her legs did not hit the bathtub.

But she was completely trapped in Song Xiangwan’s embrace, submerged in the hot water of the tub. Those eyes, glistening with moisture, looked at her, the corners curving with a smile.

Leaning in, she gently kissed Ming Jin’s cheek: “A-Jin, I’m here.”

Wet clothes were not easy to peel off, but the one doing the peeling was very patient, slowly undoing the buttons one by one, then leaning in to kiss her.

The hot water splashed out with their movements. Song Xiangwan’s soft voice pressed against Ming Jin’s ear: “Wife, are you going to beg for mercy?”

“Scream it out. Your screaming voice must be very pleasant to hear.”

“Wife, A-Jin, I will take good care of you. Tell me, do you like me?”

The muscles in Ming Jin’s back involuntarily tightened slightly. Her breathing became uneven. The knuckles gripping the edge of the bathtub turned white from the force, yet a flush of pink showed through due to the warmth of the water.

“A-Jin, do you like me?”

“Hurry, hurry, beg for mercy. Say it, ‘Sister, I can’t take it anymore. Sister, have mercy on me.'”

“You wish…” Ming Jin’s breath caught, and then she continued, “I’m several years older than you.”

“Say it, say it,” Song Xiangwan pleaded playfully. “Who says someone younger can’t be the ‘Sister’? ‘Sister’ will take good care of you, okay?”

“A-Jin…” Her teeth gently pressed against Ming Jin’s nose, then she lightly licked it. “Do you like ‘Sister’?”

Ming Jin was usually a person of great restraint, yet she was constantly thrown into disarray by Song Xiangwan’s antics.

Wicked, bad woman, Ming Jin thought, slightly gritting her teeth. Now that she was drunk, she was completely taking advantage of the situation.