The Venomous Wife Let Me Go - Chapter 26.1

Bai Jun scheduled her meeting with Bai Hong for the following afternoon.

After Xu Tu left, her mind spiraled back into a state of extreme agitation. Among the documents Xu Tu had brought this time was a partnership proposal from a company called Song’s Industry. Most of the villas under Bai Jun’s name had been mortgaged to this very enterprise.

Rumor had it that the CEO of Song’s Industry was an enigmatic figure who rarely made public appearances. Now, it seemed they wanted to collaborate on a co-branded product line and handle the promotion for these new items.

The terms offered by Song’s Industry were incredibly enticing, and their posture was remarkably humble. When the previous new product launched, Bai Huayi had invited several celebrities and influencers to boost its profile. However, in the plan outlined by Song’s Industry, the number of stars and influencers they could mobilize for promotion was more than ten times that, and they required the Bai Group to pay zero marketing fees.

With marketing on such a massive scale, as long as the product was decent, the Bai Group would undoubtedly survive this sales crisis. Furthermore, Song’s Industry had set a specific condition: the new product must be developed by Bai Jun.

It was a condition almost tailor-made to help her. If Bai Jun agreed and presented this proposal to the board of directors, those profit-driven members would likely reinstate her as the head of the production line immediately.

Yet, in Bai Jun’s mind, she had no memory of Song’s Industry. The only person named Song in her circles who was close to her was Song Yu. Song Yu had been her primary school classmate, a girl who used to follow her around eagerly. But Bai Jun had too many followers back then; Song Yu hadn’t been particularly noteworthy.

After some thought, Bai Jun decided not to sign the proposal. While the plan was undeniably beneficial to the Bai Group, Song’s Industry would face immense risk and potential loss. One does not accept a reward without merit; Bai Jun couldn’t understand why Song’s Industry would help her in a way that was so likely to be self-destructive.

Moreover, even if they weathered this crisis, the fundamental problems within the Bai Group remained unsolved. The shares were highly fragmented, and the web of relative-based relationships was so complex that she couldn’t implement drastic reforms. Before she had a clear plan for the next step, she didn’t want to drag another enterprise into the mess.

Lately, Lin Song had been pestered by her to cook, so she had been returning home quite early every day.

Bai Jun had only recently discovered that Lin Song held no vital position within the Bai Group; she merely utilized her remaining celebrity effect to handle store training and promotion. Therefore, it was highly probable that Lin Song was unaware of the existential crisis the Bai Group was facing.

Currently, aside from herself and her mother, the only person who knew the specifics should be the head of Song’s Industry; after all, that person had accepted Bai Jun’s assets as collateral and lent a vast sum of money to the group.

Knowing the dire state of the Bai Group and still choosing to offer help in their hour of need made Bai Jun feel deeply grateful, even if she hadn’t signed the proposal.

To keep the cooking Lin Song busy, Bai Jun ordered a difficult dish for lunch: Coconut Chicken. While Lin Song was cooking, Bai Jun heard her phone ringing incessantly.

“As long as they’ve relented, buy it.” “Put the documents on my desk; I’ll come sign them this afternoon.” “Buy as much as you can!” “Aunt Feng, I’ve always been a gambler. I’m sorry for hiding it from you before. Honestly, it doesn’t matter if I lose the bet; this amount won’t break me. I’ve waited many years for this day, as long as she is happy.”

Glimpsing Bai Jun listening, Lin Song cut her words short, hung up the phone, and turned back to look at Bai Jun with crescent-shaped eyes. “Jun-jun, is something wrong?”

That “she” probably referred to her White Moonlight, didn’t it? Was she back in contact with her? Even Aunt Feng knew about her existence now.

Bai Jun felt a surge of secret resentment, but she maintained a smile. “It smells so good. Your cooking skills are truly amazing.”

The wicked woman was clearly susceptible to sugar-coated bullets; she smiled again at the praise. “I’m glad Jun-jun likes it. It should be ready to eat in about ten minutes.”

She gazed at Bai Jun with eyes as soft as water. “Is there anything else you want to eat?”

Lin Song’s hand was injured, making her movements with kitchen utensils clumsy. Still, she refused to let Bai Jun into the kitchen, insisting on doing everything herself. Throughout the noon, she was incredibly busy, opening coconuts and stewing chicken, to the point where a thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Even though she knew this woman didn’t deserve sympathy, seeing her clumsy, busy silhouette made Bai Jun bite her lip. A sense of helplessness washed over her again.

I need to find a way to escape as soon as possible. It’s better for both of us.

If she could currently control all her assets, she would be willing to be open and pay to help Lin Song through her crisis, encouraging her to stop before she committed a crime. It would be a way to settle the score of their marriage. The problem was that she had no money now, and her assets were tied up in mortgages.

Bai Jun lowered her head and shook it, speaking perfunctorily, “I can’t think of anything else for now.”

“Then remember to tell me what you want for dinner.” Lin Song didn’t seem at all impatient. Knowing Bai Jun was sensitive to smells, she didn’t lean too close. “I’ll go change my clothes first.”

During this period, Lin Song wore the clothes Bai Jun picked for her every day. She lived up to her reputation as a former entertainment industry elite selection, a natural clothes hanger who looked good in anything.

Bai Jun watched Lin Song go upstairs, the smile fading from her lips. She had a nagging feeling that Lin Song was still spending money to acquire company shares, though she had no idea where the money was coming from.

If she tried to persuade her again, Lin Song wouldn’t listen and might even become suspicious. When people get desperate, they take shortcuts. Bai Jun thought about the messy video backgrounds from before and the sudden wound on Lin Song’s arm. The more she thought, the more uneasy she felt.

Could this wicked woman be involved in grey industries for money? But she wanted to kill me.

Yet, she has been doing her best to take care of and please me for so long.

Bai Jun felt she was beyond saving; even now, she felt the wicked woman might actually like her a little. She made excuses in her heart: during this period, she was at her most vulnerable, yet Lin Song hadn’t made a move. In every respect, Lin Song seemed like an ideal wife and acted as if she truly loved her.

She bit her lower lip and decided to do one last thing for her.

After lunch, Bai Jun blushed and gave Lin Song a “goodnight kiss,” sending a satisfied Lin Song off to work. Once she was gone, Bai Jun secretly called the police officer investigating her case. She wanted to inquire about Lin Feng’s situation to see if there was a way to help Lin Song escape his control.

However, the news she received was completely unexpected.

“Miss Bai, rest assured, you are safe. Lin Feng was captured and brought to justice a few days ago. The case is still under further investigation, so we can’t disclose more details at the moment.”

Bai Jun hung up the phone in a daze. Lin Feng had already been caught? Did Lin Song know?

If no one was coercing her, why was she still buying up company shares? Was it all her own doing? What exactly was Lin Song trying to do? Did she want to ruin her that badly?

She truly understood this scorpion woman less and less.

Bai Jun spent the rest of the day in a slump. Having secretly stopped her medication, her sleep quality was worsening. After tossing and turning in bed all afternoon, the loneliness became unbearable, so she went to find Sister Zhang.

Because Bai Jun could now move freely and no longer needed assistance with rehabilitation, Sister Zhang was set to return to her hometown at the end of the month. Initially, Sister Zhang had been very reserved around her, but after spending so much time together, she now often looked at Bai Jun with eyes full of pity.

Bai Jun guessed that Sister Zhang probably knew about Lin Song’s plan and pitied her for being deceived.

When Bai Jun entered the room, Sister Zhang was folding joss paper into gold ingots. There was a local custom where, during the Ghost Festival (Zhongyuan Festival), living relatives would burn handmade ingots for the deceased to pray for protection.

Bai Jun realized that the Ghost Festival was approaching. Her grandfather had passed away recently; it was time to burn something in his honor. Wanting to find something to do, she sat down next to Sister Zhang.

Originally, she wanted Sister Zhang to teach her how to make them. But the moment her hands touched the paper, they seemed to move with a mind of their own. In an instant, she had folded a perfect ingot.

Bai Jun stared at the ingot in her hand, stunned. Suddenly, a vision flashed through her mind: A scene of her sitting silently at a table, folding ingot after ingot, her eyes hollow and lifeless, the pile of paper gold growing higher and higher.

It felt like a needle piercing her heart; her chest tightened painfully. Her grandfather had only died this year; who had she been folding those ingots for before?

Her heart hammered against her ribs. Her mind went blank, and her limbs began to tremble uncontrollably. She tried desperately to remember more. However, the pain in her head intensified. As she forced herself to recall, she was overcome by a wave of nausea and vomited.

The sight terrified Sister Zhang.

Bai Jun heard her calling Lin Song. She wanted to tell Sister Zhang not to make a fuss, that she just needed a moment, but the call was already connected. Her heart raced faster. She curled into a ball, no longer listening to Sister Zhang, focused only on recovering her lost memories regardless of the cost.

I seem to have forgotten something extremely important and incredibly sad.

Lin Song drove back quickly, bringing a family doctor. The doctor concluded that Bai Jun had no major physical ailments other than a slight cold and prescribed a slew of medications.

But Bai Jun didn’t want the medicine. A terrifying suspicion had taken root in her mind. To verify it, she ignored everything else, desperate to regain her past.

Her whole body shook, her gaze was vacant, and tears flowed involuntarily. As she struggled to remember, the stabbing sensation in her brain grew sharper, yet no more memories surfaced. Everything before her eyes became blurred. It felt as if she had been thrown into a furnace, scorched by raging flames with no escape. Yet, her bones felt achingly cold, as if something were crushing her, making it impossible to breathe.

“I hate that wicked girl!” “So young and yet so bad!” “She has such a pretty face, but such a foul personality!” “How does she have the face to show herself in public?”

Countless voices of accusation rang in her head. She retreated step by step, forced into a corner. In her daze, she thought she heard Lin Song calling her, but her heart was a void.

Someone pulled her into a firm embrace and held medicine to her lips. She didn’t want it and turned her head away. But the person forced her body straight, pressed their forehead against hers, and soothed her repeatedly with a trembling voice.

“Jun-jun, it’s all in the past.” “Jun-jun, don’t be afraid, don’t be sad.”

She wanted to struggle. But the scent on this person was so comforting. They cherished her, stroking her back, their voice gradually cracking with sobs.

“Jun-jun, please, take the medicine, okay?”

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