The Venomous Wife Let Me Go - Chapter 36

“It’s not too late!”

Bai Jun felt like crying too. Even though she had long known that Lin Song was deeply in love with her “White Moonlight,” watching Lin Song grieve for another woman still made her heart ache with a dull, bitter sting.

What was this?

If it were the old Bai Jun, she would surely have flown into a rage. How dare Lin Song cuckold her to her face by longing for someone else?

But now, she could only feel desolate and secretly jealous. This was what she deserved for being a “bad woman.” As a villainess seeking redemption, she even had to swallow her own bitterness and rack her brain to comfort Lin Song.

“Your White Moonlight is so kind and cares for you so much; she definitely wouldn’t want to see you sad.”

“Besides, you’re about to find her. She won’t have to suffer anymore.”

Bai Jun rambled on, hardly knowing what she was saying. But finally, Lin Song reacted.

“Don’t you mind at all?”

Lin Song’s eyes were bloodshot as her dark pupils fixed on her. “We aren’t even divorced yet, but here I am right next to you, heartbroken because my White Moonlight was mistreated.”

How could she not mind?

It would have been better if Lin Song hadn’t mentioned it. The moment she spoke, Bai Jun felt as if a sour grape had been crushed in her chest—it was excruciatingly tart. She desperately wanted to interrupt Lin Song, to make her stop thinking about that other woman so that those beautiful eyes would look only at her.

But in an instant, Bai Jun was terrified by her own sudden thought.

A bad woman like her had caused Lin Song such profound harm. Although she seemed less villainous in the stories told by Uncle and Auntie Li, the fact that she had forcibly claimed Lin Song for herself was an undisputed fact. Lin Song was only showing mercy now because of a childhood favor; how could she have the nerve to still long for Lin Song?

Bai Jun realized how shameless her thoughts were. Her face turned pale, and she hurriedly lowered her head.

“I don’t have the right to mind,” she whispered, reminding herself not to harbor feelings she didn’t deserve.

“And what if… I make you mind?” Lin Song seemed addicted to teasing her, her voice turning husky as she pressed further.

What did she mean?

Bai Jun pursed her lips, not daring to look at Lin Song. She felt her heart skip a beat. For a fleeting second, reflecting on the way Lin Song had been taking care of her, she had the delusional sensation that Lin Song might actually like her too.

But just as quickly, she shot the idea down.

A bad woman like her didn’t deserve any affection.

This must be Lin Song’s revenge! That had to be it. Lin Song must have sensed her feelings—after all, she had used money and power to force Lin Song into marriage. What could be more agonizing than watching the person you love admit to loving someone else right in front of you?

“You can take your revenge in other ways. If you say things like that, I’ll misunderstand.”

Bai Jun’s face was white, and silent tears began to fall. Her body felt cold as she struggled to keep her voice steady. “I’m really trying my best to repent… to stop myself from liking you.”

She knew she didn’t deserve love. She was prepared to live like a fleeing rat, hiding in a dark corner to atone for her sins. But being constantly around Lin Song was like placing a gourmet feast in front of a starving traveler.

She couldn’t control herself. Every second spent with Lin Song only made her fall deeper. This was a form of exquisite torture.

She saw Lin Song’s throat move as if she were desperately suppressing an emotion.

“You—” Lin Song squeezed the word through her teeth. Finally losing control, she grabbed Bai Jun’s chin and forced her to look up.

Seeing the tears on Bai Jun’s face, Lin Song’s cold mask shattered instantly.

“Why… why are you crying again?” Lin Song’s voice sounded utterly defeated, tinged with a hint of heartache.

But the moment she felt Bai Jun’s tense, rejecting body, Lin Song took a deep breath and immediately reverted to her icy demeanor.

“Stop crying!” she snapped, though her hands were incredibly gentle as she wiped the tears away. “I’m not going to apologize for taking my revenge on you.”

Bai Jun felt annoyed with herself, wondering why she couldn’t stop crying whenever she faced Lin Song. She tried her best to stop, but hearing Lin Song’s cold tone only made the tears flow faster.

“If you keep crying, I’m going to kiss you!” Lin Song paused, and when she spoke again, her tone became even more malicious. “You have no idea how much your tears excite me.”

“That’s exactly how you used to treat me!”

Seeing that this tactic worked, Bai Jun stopped crying and looked up at her in shock. Lin Song turned her head away to hide her reddening ears, cursing herself for accidentally showing emotion and making Bai Jun cry, while continuing to weave her lies.

“Every time I cried, you said you loved how I looked. Then you’d come over to kiss me, touch me, and bully me. You said I belonged to you and that my tears could only be shed for you.”

She recounted a vivid dream she once had, simply swapping the roles. As expected, Bai Jun’s pupils dilated in shock. Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and she stopped crying immediately.

Bai Jun never imagined she had been such a beast before her memory loss!

But… remembering how she had diligently studied materials on how to “bully” Lin Song before she knew the truth, she felt it wasn’t entirely impossible.

Besides, if Lin Song actually kissed her, it wouldn’t be a punishment—it would be a reward. Lin Song must have been tormented and suppressed by the “old” Bai Jun for so long that she couldn’t distinguish between punishment and reward anymore.

Or perhaps Lin Song knew that doing this would make Bai Jun find her even harder to let go. Lin Song was doing this on purpose. She wanted to toy with her, make her love her even more, and then heartlessly abandon her.

Regardless, she couldn’t stay entangled with Lin Song. Lin Song was too wonderful to be trapped beside a piece of detestable filth like her.

Thinking this, Bai Jun immediately covered her mouth and shook her head at Lin Song, mumbling, “I—I won’t cry anymore.”

Even though she had obediently stopped, Lin Song glared at her again, pulled open the car door, and stomped back to the driver’s seat in a huff.

But at least Lin Song’s attitude had returned to what it should be. This “proper” hostility made Bai Jun feel more at ease.

Sighing in relief, Bai Jun looked at Lin Song’s angry silhouette. Noticing it was still early, she thought going to the Lakeside Park might help clear the air and ease the awkwardness. She whispered, “Since it’s your first time here, do you want to visit the Lakeside Park?”

“Did your White Moonlight go there too?”

Lin Song must have asked Uncle and Auntie Li about the White Moonlight in private, which was likely how she knew about these locations.

Lin Song’s behavior turned strange again.

“You certainly are invested in her business,” she said coldly. Then, as if remembering something, she turned back to look at Bai Jun suspiciously.

“Bad woman, you’re so obsessed with her. Don’t tell me you’re planning to steal my White Moonlight away too? Do you have designs on her?”

Lin Song arched an eyebrow, her voice sounding somewhat teasing.

Bai Jun’s eyes widened. She knew she was a “bad woman,” but she hadn’t realized Lin Song thought she was malicious enough to go that far!

“I do not!” she retorted angrily. “I’ve never even met her! How could I possibly like her?”

The moment the words left her mouth, she realized she had been too impulsive. How could she yell at Lin Song—the victim she had tormented for years?

Besides, Lin Song’s expression looked like she might be joking. She quietly observed Lin Song, wanting to apologize but remembering that Lin Song didn’t like hearing apologies. She was trapped in an internal struggle.

However, instead of the explosion of rage she expected, Lin Song looked at her angry face and slowly broke into a smile.

“Are you angry?”

Lin Song turned away, unable to stop herself from letting out a low chuckle. She sighed softly, “It’s good that you can still get angry.”

Lin Song’s attitude was bizarre. She didn’t condemn Bai Jun as expected; she actually seemed a bit happy.

Bai Jun thought about it and decided that Lin Song’s goal must have been to provoke her. Since she got angry, Lin Song felt she had successfully exacted revenge, which was why she was happy.

Fine, then. She would just pretend to stay angry so Lin Song would be even happier.

With that in mind, she kept a stony face for the rest of the ten-minute drive. She could feel Lin Song stealing glances at her through the rearview mirror, so she pouted even harder.

After parking and putting on her mask to get out of the car, Lin Song came over to take her hand again.

Bai Jun debated whether she should act angry and shake her off, but while she was still thinking, Lin Song had already clasped her hand firmly.

“I’m afraid you’ll run off,” Lin Song said coldly before Bai Jun could feel conflicted.

At least she isn’t being nice to me!

So, Bai Jun felt at ease and allowed Lin Song to lead her along.

The Lakeside Park was built around the central lake of Rong City. It covered a vast area and featured a mountain at its center. At the foot of the mountain sat a bustling market where various vendors gathered, creating a lively atmosphere.

Bai Jun loved such vibrant settings; being hidden in a crowd where no one noticed her gave her a profound sense of security. As the lakeside breeze brushed against her, she felt a long-lost sense of leisure.

Though the market was filled with snacks, Bai Jun had no appetite after the soup buns. Instead, her gaze fell upon the traditional folk toys nearby. A craftsman was performing the art of handmade lanterns, and with a few deft movements, he transformed a lantern into a beautiful little rabbit. The rabbit’s ears seemed to be equipped with sensors that changed between several different colors.

Bai Jun watched with great interest, wanting to reach out and touch the rabbit’s ears. To her surprise, Lin Song bought the rabbit lantern and shoved it directly into her hands.

“I bought this for myself,” Lin Song said, her tone still cold. “You carry it for me.”

Fine then!

Since Bai Jun was currently in the process of atonement, the task of carrying things naturally fell to her. She happily stroked the rabbit’s ears several times, watching them cycle through various colors.

From then on, whenever Bai Jun showed interest in something, Lin Song would buy it. Each time, she claimed she was buying it for herself and merely made Bai Jun carry it. Bai Jun suspected Lin Song was doing this on purpose to make her—now a “pauper”—jealous, but Bai Jun truly only wanted to look; she had no desire for possession.

Afraid that Lin Song would keep wasting money to spite her, she suggested they go for a hike up the mountain.

Whenever no one was passing by, Lin Song insisted that Bai Jun stand in front of iconic landmarks, take off her mask, and pose for photos. Sometimes Lin Song would lean in close, using a Polaroid camera to take “big-head” selfies of the two of them together.

In the photos, the two of them looked incredibly intimate. Bai Jun couldn’t help but feel awkward again.

“If you ever run away in the future, I’ll stick these photos on the wall and use them for dart practice,” Lin Song said, her icy tone once again dispelling Bai Jun’s doubts.

It wasn’t until the sky grew dark that Lin Song finally stopped taking pictures.

Bai Jun began to regret her suggestion to hike. Her current stamina simply couldn’t keep up, and she was gasping for air after only a short climb. By the time they reached the summit, she was nearly exhausted and took a while to recover.

The mountain top was a wide plateau already crowded with people. Streetlights flickered on, music drifted up from the plaza below where elderly groups were dancing, and the central lake fountain began its mist show, illuminated by shifting light effects. It was a beautiful sight.

As Bai Jun looked at it all, a vision suddenly flashed through her mind: she saw herself sitting alone on a certain rock, holding a pen and sketching the scene of the plaza below. At that time, she had yearned deeply for the bustle, yet even in the midst of the crowd, loneliness had seemed to follow her like a shadow.

In truth, things weren’t much better now. A familiar yet strange sense of loneliness still filled her heart.

In a trance-like state, she followed her memory and found that specific rock. A young couple was sitting there, chatting, with no intention of leaving anytime soon.

Bai Jun stared at the couple for a moment, feeling a sense of regret. She had wanted to sit on that rock to see the scenery of the past and see if she could recover her memories.

As she lowered her head, she felt something move on her hair—Lin Song had clipped two small flower hairpins onto her head.

“Now you have them too!”

Lin Song’s voice remained cold, but her eyes were exceptionally bright in the night. “You’re a grown adult! And yet you’re still staring at the flowers on someone else’s head.”

“Don’t misunderstand. I originally bought these for myself, but the flowers are too cute and don’t suit me. You’re the only one who can wear them!”

Only then did Bai Jun notice that the girl on the rock was wearing a pair of glowing flower clips. In the darkness, the little flowers were radiant and beautiful. Lin Song must have misinterpreted her gaze, thinking she wanted the hairpins.

She didn’t explain. She turned back and looked at Lin Song, saying seriously, “Thank you!”

She felt a bit happy. Not just because of the little hairpins, but because Lin Song was by her side. She was no longer coming to this place alone; she had Lin Song with her. Even if Lin Song didn’t like her, Lin Song was the girl she loved very much.

This memory of a brightly lit night would add a tiny bit of starlight to her barren and absurd life, giving her the courage to face the loneliness and repentance of the future.

Lin Song gazed at her fixedly, her beautiful eyes surging with complex tides of emotion. For a split second, Bai Jun felt that Lin Song wanted to say something to her, but in the end, Lin Song only sighed. She reached out to messily rub Bai Jun’s head and laughed at her in a husky voice, “Silly Junjun!”

After descending the mountain, Lin Song took Bai Jun to the city center for a meal. Bai Jun’s energy was completely spent after the hike; by the time they left the restaurant, her eyelids were fighting to stay open.

When they returned home in a daze, Lin Song asked her for authorization to record Lin Song’s own fingerprints on the door lock.

Bai Jun didn’t know where Lin Song got her energy. She seemed very happy, busy organizing the items Auntie and Uncle Li had given her, planning to pack them up and ship them home.

Exhausted, Bai Jun finished her shower and, ignoring Lin Song, went straight to her room to sleep. Lin Song called out to her, reminding her that she hadn’t taken her medicine yet.

She gave a tired “Oh.” In her drowziness, she thought she was at her old home and instinctively reached for the drawer of the nightstand.

Inside the drawer was not the medicine she expected, but a thick stack of sketches. She pulled open the bottom cabinet of the nightstand; it was filled to the brim with drawings.

Every single drawing depicted the Lakeside Park in various seasons, suggesting she had spent a very long time there.

Bai Jun felt a sense of trance. Distant memories swept through her mind like the wind, tearing away a hazy veil. The old man selling candied haws in the park during winter, the icicles hanging from the trees… she had once tripped on the park steps, and there was still a scar on her leg…

She looked down at the scar on her leg and finally believed it with certainty: she… she really had remembered fragments related to the Lakeside Park.

Did this mean her memory was gradually returning?

She didn’t feel much joy, because in those lost memories, she had already become a scoundrel. Moreover, she had already lost everything she could possibly lose. But she still wanted to remember—those missing memories contained many important people and were the marks of her growth.

…

Lin Song entered the room carrying a glass of water and the medicine. Seeing the sketches on the bed, Lin Song’s eyes widened slightly.

“I didn’t expect your drawing skills to be so good.”

Lin Song handed the water to Bai Jun and examined the drawings. Her brow furrowed slightly, and her eyes grew dark.

“Could you give one of these drawings to me?”

After Bai Jun finished her medicine, Lin Song took the glass and suddenly spoke.

Bai Jun lowered her eyes, steadying the complex emotions stirred up by the sudden fragments of memory. “Of course.”

Forget a drawing; she would give her life to Lin Song right now if asked.

“Then I want a new one.”

Lin Song flipped through the sketches one by one. For some reason, she suddenly seemed a bit unhappy again. She even forgot their current dynamic, leaning over to hug Bai Jun.

“Your old drawings are beautiful, but they’re too lonely.”

“Think it through carefully and don’t be lazy. We can go to the Lakeside Park to draw over the next few days, but you must include both me and you in it…”

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