The Venomous Wife Let Me Go - Chapter 18

Bai Jun was a bit surprised, yet somehow not entirely so.

Ever since having Bai Hong, her aunt had suddenly developed a career drive. Once her relationship with her grandfather had slightly thawed, she joined the Bai Group. Her mother had once privately remarked to Bai Jun that her aunt’s methods were quite aggressive, causing dissatisfaction among many employees.

But her mother never told the aunt this. She simply suppressed the issues in secret and instructed Bai Jun: “Your aunt was only eight when your grandmother passed away, and your grandfather was always busy with work. I raised your aunt myself. I spoiled her when she was little, so she tends to take things for granted when she acts.”

“I am actually very happy to see you two have a good relationship. When you grow up, you should try your best to support your aunt.”

Since she had entrusted the production line business to her aunt, she must have trusted her. However, the new products turning out like this was undoubtedly something that couldn’t be justified to the company. Xiaohong’s health had also run into issues recently, so her aunt must be physically and mentally exhausted right now.

Is there any way I can help her?

Bai Jun suddenly lost her appetite for shopping. She hastily bought a few pieces of clothing and intended to head home.

Along the way, Xu Tu started receiving constant phone calls.

Before retiring, Lin Song had many fans, and she had only been married to Bai Jun for half a year. Everyone seemed particularly concerned about the post-marriage life of this former Best Actress. Someone must have contacted the paparazzi, because by the time Bai Jun arrived back at the underground garage, photos of her and Xu Tu were already all over the internet.

Xu Tu didn’t show Bai Jun the photos or the online comments, but through Xu Tu’s endless calls, Bai Jun knew she had caused trouble for everyone. Her mind was a mess; one moment she was thinking about her aunt, the next she was worrying about Lin Song’s reaction to the news, and then she was fretting over whether her mother would find out.

For a moment, Bai Jun desired more than ever to recover her memories. Her adult self would surely have been able to handle everything with ease. But aside from a throbbing headache, she couldn’t recall a thing.

It wasn’t until the car stopped in a secluded spot that Bai Jun snapped back to reality.

“President Bai, our license plate was photographed,” Xu Tu explained. “To avoid further complications, you need to switch vehicles.”

Bai Jun put on her mask, grabbed her purchases, got out of the car, and climbed into a low-profile black car parked by the roadside. Almost the second she entered the car, she fell into a familiar embrace.

Originally, she hadn’t felt much, but meeting Lin Song’s concerned eyes and seeing her in work attire—clearly having rushed over—Bai Jun suddenly felt a sting in her nose at the thought of the trouble she had caused.

“What’s wrong?” Lin Song stroked her face. “Who upset my Junjun?”

“I’m sorry.”

Bai Jun lowered her head, tears welling in her eyes. Aside from apologizing, she couldn’t say anything else.

“Junjun just wanted to go shopping,” Lin Song sighed gently. “I didn’t have time to go with you, so you had to go with your secretary. What is there to apologize for?”

“But I caused trouble for you…”

The gentler her wife was, the guiltier Bai Jun felt.

“What trouble is there in picking up my wife from shopping?” Lin Song pinched her cheek again. “If I had to say you did something wrong, it’s that you didn’t prepare a gift for me while you were out. I’m a little upset about that.”

“I did.” Speaking of this, Bai Jun quickly pulled out the plushies she bought. “This prettiest one is for you…”

“Then which one is Junjun?” Lin Song took the plushie, a smile appearing on her face as she peered into Bai Jun’s bag with interest.

Bai Jun pulled out a doll of a little girl who was crying loudly with an exaggerated expression. For some reason, she had liked this doll at first sight. Perhaps it was because this doll wasn’t like a constantly restrained adult; it could express its emotions freely.

Lin Song reached out and took the little girl doll as well.

Seeing Lin Song in her sharp, formal suit holding two dolls that didn’t match her age, Bai Jun felt a bit awkward again: “I… I just thought they were cute.”

“A doll chosen by Junjun is naturally as cute as Junjun.” Lin Song didn’t seem to mind at all, continuing to praise her with a smile.

Bai Jun’s face turned red again. Although Lin Song’s words seemed to undermine her dignity as a CEO and she really should have retorted, her mood was currently like a roller coaster, floating completely. The more time she spent with Lin Song, the more she liked her. How could there be someone as good as Lin Song in this world?

Lin Song held the two dolls against her cheeks and handed her phone to Bai Jun, her eyes sparkling: “Junjun, take a photo of me.”

It was already closing time, and a setting sun hung between the skyscrapers. Meeting the smile on Lin Song’s lips, Bai Jun’s dejected mood vanished instantly. She even felt as if a rising sun was slowly ascending before her eyes.

She really, really loved Lin Song. The time spent with her seemed to be the most relaxed she had ever been.

Bai Jun pressed the shutter. The lighting in the photo was perfect. In the afterglow of the sunset, Lin Song’s smile was brilliant and her gaze was content—the very picture of a person immersed in domestic bliss.

“So beautiful,” Bai Jun remarked, handing the phone back to Lin Song.

“It’s because Junjun raised me well.” Lin Song took the photo, looking very satisfied as a smile bloomed on her lips. “Without Junjun, I wouldn’t be the person I am today.”

“Someone else would have helped you.” Bai Jun thought of the stories Sister Zhang had told and couldn’t help but speak up. “I actually didn’t do much; I just appeared at the right time.”

“Junjun,” Lin Song looked down, typing quickly on her phone and interrupting her. “I have always been able to distinguish my emotions.”

“For you, it was never about gratitude from the very beginning.”

She said nothing more and gestured for Bai Jun to look at her phone. Lin Song had uploaded that photo to social media with the caption: [Me and my wife.]

Bai Jun’s sharp eyes caught a comment that appeared almost instantly.

[Blink twice if you’re being forced!!!]

…

?

Bai Jun wanted to see more, but Lin Song had already turned off her phone and leaned into her ear, whispering:

“What should I do? Junjun gave me such a wonderful gift; I really want to repay you.”

Bai Jun’s eyes widened, and a chill instinctively ran down her spine. In an instant, she forgot about the comments. The spacious back seat suddenly felt incredibly cramped, and she subconsciously shrunk toward the window.

Her back was pressed against the car door, with nowhere to hide. The partition at the front of the car slowly rose, cutting off the driver’s view. Lin Song’s intense kiss followed.

Lin Song seemed to really like those two dolls. After returning home, she even took the time to post on her WeChat Moments again.

“Does anyone have the contact information for the designer of these two dolls? My wife and I like them very much.”

It seemed as if she said nothing, yet it was as if she had said everything. When Bai Jun saw it, she was deeply moved by Lin Song’s boldness. She even felt that in this moment, Lin Song looked more like a “CEO” than she did.

“Do you really want to acquire the production chain for these dolls?”

Bai Jun was somewhat puzzled. Neither she nor Lin Song were some popular idol spokespeople, and these two dolls didn’t seem to come from any famous IP. No matter how you looked at it, it didn’t seem like a profitable business.

“Junjun likes them,” Lin Song looked at her with a smile, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “Everything you like should be given to you promptly. Once I buy it, I can give you the newest models every year.”

Is this also Lin Song’s way of repaying me?

Bai Jun’s cheeks heated up. She understood more and more why her past self had overcome all difficulties to marry Lin Song—it wasn’t just because of Lin Song’s incomparable looks, but because of how much Lin Song cared about her. Lin Song was the person in the world who cared most about her feelings. With Lin Song by her side, it seemed no hardship would be a problem.

Fine! If she wants to buy it, let her. Anyway, she had plenty of money.

Because of this emotional touch, that night, when Lin Song became increasingly bold and couldn’t help but reach out, Bai Jun’s cheeks turned scarlet. She didn’t push Lin Song away; instead, meeting Lin Song’s suddenly darkening eyes, she shyly wrapped her arms around her back.

“Don’t go too far…”

However, not going “too far” was impossible. After quite a struggle, Bai Jun didn’t even know when she fell asleep. She only remembered Lin Song showing restraint by returning to the other quilt, panting for a long time. But before sleeping, Lin Song still openly crawled into her quilt and put her arms around her waist.

The night was quiet and peaceful.

Lin Song held her sleeping wife close, tracing the lines of her features as a sense of fulfillment, unlike anything she had ever felt, washed over her.

Between her constant worry for Bai Jun and her habit of waking at the slightest movement, she hadn’t slept well in a long time. She couldn’t even remember the exact moment she finally drifted off.

In the haze of sleep, she began to dream.

Because she revisited them so often, she remembered every detail with crystal clarity.

It was an ordinary morning.

When she woke up that day, there was fresh blood on the bedding again. Her face went pale as she looked at it. She silently washed the sheets and changed her clothes.

Her mother was a paralytic who couldn’t move a muscle, and her grandmother had passed away years ago. Biology class hadn’t covered this yet; she had no concept of what a period was.

She felt nothing but a sense of absolute despair. She was convinced she was dying of some terrible disease. Her stomach cramped painfully, and for the last two days, she had woken up to a bed of blood.

But she had no money for a doctor.

She wasn’t afraid to die. Her hopeless life repeated day after day, and sometimes she felt that joining her grandmother in death would be a relief. But if she died, what would happen to her poor mother?

After washing the sheets, she fetched water to wash her mother’s face. Over the years, she had taken impeccable care of her. Seeing her daughter enter, her paralyzed mother began to cry. It was as if she understood everything.

Lin Song touched her mother’s face, comforting her in silence. She had no words of consolation left. Despair was a constant companion, and the blows of life came one after another; she had never known the meaning of hope.

Her very birth was a product of deception and sin.

When she went out to empty the water, “Old Man Zhang” from next door poked his head over the wall. He leered at her, a sickening smile on his face.

“Lin Song! Come over and play! Come to my room, Grandpa Zhang has something delicious for you.”

Old Man Zhang had been looking at her with those disgusting eyes for a long time. If he hadn’t had one arm and one leg broken during a fight over a young woman in his youth, Lin Song suspected he would have climbed over the wall long ago.

Lin Song usually ignored him. Her grandmother had drilled it into her since childhood: men were no good, and she must never be alone with them.

But this time, Lin Song stopped.

It wasn’t for the food he promised. It was because she thought she was dying, and she needed someone to help look after her mother.

Old Man Zhang was unreliable; the person she really wanted to ask was the village chief. But the chief lived far away and couldn’t watch over her mother every second. She just wanted someone to help feed her mother a mouthful of food whenever she was hungry.

Because she hesitated, Old Man Zhang’s voice grew more excited.

“Lin Song! Grandpa Zhang isn’t lying to you. I really have treasures in my room…”

“Come over quickly, and Grandpa Zhang will make sure you eat well from now on.”

Disgusting. It was more nauseating than the croaking of toads in the fields. Lin Song felt a surge of dry heaving, but since she hadn’t eaten, nothing came up.

Did she really have to entrust her mother to such a revolting person? She couldn’t bring herself to kill her mother and herself together.

She clenched her fists, tuning out Old Man Zhang’s vile voice, and carried the water into the kitchen. The pain in her stomach was intensifying. She curled up in front of the wood-fired stove; the warmth of the fire provided a small measure of comfort. With great effort, she picked up two potatoes and dropped them into the pot—breakfast for her and her mother.

She planned to find the village chief as soon as breakfast was over to make her final arrangements. But then, the chief’s voice crackled over the loudspeaker.

“Wang Hua, Li Su, Lin Song… come to the threshing floor immediately.”

What was happening?

The village chief sounded hurried, but she waited until she had fed her mother the potatoes before rushing to the threshing floor.

She was the last to arrive.

The threshing floor was crowded with people she didn’t recognize. They had unfamiliar faces, pale and clean skin, and manicured fingers. They held various pieces of equipment; it was obvious they weren’t from the village.

The neighbors told her it was a film crew. They had brought several pampered city children and were choosing local families with children of similar ages for them to live with.

No wonder they had called her. But her home was so poor they could only eat potatoes; she couldn’t afford a delicate city guest.

The run had made her stomach hurt even more, as if a saw were being dragged through her gut. She couldn’t help but crouch down, and once again, she caught the familiar scent of iron.

She was bleeding again.

No one noticed her, crouching there like a dusty little mouse. Everyone was looking at the girl standing in the middle of the threshing floor.

The girl wore a beautiful dress. Her skin was so fair it looked like she had never seen the sun. Her features were exquisite. She kept her head lowered, her lips pressed into a tight line.

She was the most beautiful person there.

The other city children had already chosen their host families, but this girl remained silent. She was like a proud, beautiful flower. Even though they were only a few meters apart, Lin Song felt like they belonged to two different worlds.

The girl must have a happy home and parents who adored her to be raised so well.

Normally, Lin Song would have been happy to feign friendliness. She would have told the girl that Auntie Liu’s family was the wealthiest and she wouldn’t suffer there—all to coax some benefit out of these people with a well-behaved facade.

But no matter how hard she tried to live, she was dying now.

Her stomach cramped in waves, and the bleeding seemed to start again. Lin Song didn’t want to think about anything.

Suddenly, the girl in the crowd lifted her head. She frowned, searching for something, until her gaze landed precisely on Lin Song.

“Who is she?” Lin Song heard the girl ask.

“That’s Lin Song. She’s the most pitiful girl in our village.”

She could feel the girl’s eyes studying her. The village chief quickly finished explaining her background.

Lin Song continued to huddle on the ground, not wanting to look up. She was the daughter of a degenerate gambler; surely this pampered city miss would look down on her.

“I’m going to her house!”

And just like that, the gears of fate began to turn. The girl’s voice pierced through the crowd on the threshing floor, reaching her ears with perfect clarity.

Years later, it seemed as if that voice was still echoing in the air.

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