The Venomous Wife Let Me Go - Chapter 6

When Bai Jun woke up again, she felt much more comfortable.

Nurse Zhang had already arrived.

Lin Song hadn’t left she was sitting by the window, working. It looked like she had been awake and busy for quite some time.

Yawning, Bai Jun was helped into the bathroom by Nurse Zhang.

The moment she stepped out, Bai Jun met Lin Song’s gaze now fully made up.

“These are the documents that need your signature,” Lin Song said, handing over several files with concern in her voice. “Can you write now?”

Bai Jun wasn’t entirely sure. She practiced on a blank sheet of paper for a while, but her handwriting remained shaky and uneven.

“Can I sign like this?” Bai Jun frowned at the messy strokes, defending herself, “My handwriting used to be really good.”

“You can,” Lin Song replied with a gentle smile. “Of course, I know your handwriting is beautiful.”

Lin Song picked up a pen, took Bai Jun’s hand, and guided her through a few strokes.

Bai Jun’s eyes widened Lin Song’s writing was an exact replica of her own handwriting!

How could she love her this much? She even secretly practiced mimicking her handwriting.

Bai Jun swallowed hard, staring at Lin Song’s flawless face bathed in the morning light, feeling even more moved by her sincerity.

“I can’t sign for you,” Lin Song said, shaking her head as if reading Bai Jun’s thoughts. She sighed, “If I sign, it won’t be legally valid.”

Resigned, Bai Jun picked up the pen and signed her shaky name on all the documents.

It wasn’t that she doubted Lin Song, it was just that different professions required different expertise. Lin Song had been in the entertainment industry before, and though she had recently started working at Bai Corporation, she was likely handling less critical tasks at this stage. So, Bai Jun didn’t even glance at the documents before signing.

As she signed, she reminded Lin Song, “Try not to let anyone else see my signature!” She was prideful and didn’t want others to see her messy handwriting.

Lin Song nodded with a smile, stroked her cheek, and whispered in her ear, “See you tonight!” before hurrying out of the ward.

Bai Jun watched Lin Song’s retreating figure, unable to suppress the smile on her lips.

“Miss Bai!”

Nurse Zhang, standing nearby, looked at Bai Jun with hesitation, clearly finding it hard to believe. “You, you just signed without even looking?”

“Lin Song is my wife. She’s new to this industry and needs confidence right now,” Bai Jun declared proudly, her smile brimming with self-assurance. “Besides, even if she makes a mistake, I have the ability to cover for her.”

Nurse Zhang’s expression grew even more peculiar.

“Miss Bai,” Nurse Zhang muttered, scratching her head, “you seem really good like this now.”

“Was I not good before?”

Bai Jun frowned, puzzled.

“You used to—”

Nurse Zhang seemed about to say something but hesitated, forcing a smile instead. “I never interacted with you before, so I wouldn’t know how you were.”

Bai Jun had a feeling Nurse Zhang was hiding something.

But since Nurse Zhang looked uncomfortable, Bai Jun didn’t press further she wasn’t one to push people into awkward situations.

She happily started watching Detective Conan again.

While watching, she tried to recall the cause of the car accident, but just like the past few days, nothing came to mind.

Before long, Aunt Feng arrived again.

Aunt Feng had looked rather haggard the past couple of days, but now she seemed much more energetic, as if she had suddenly regained her vitality.

She had also brought work with her and busied herself nonstop after entering the hospital room.

The doctor came by once and assessed that Bai Jun was recovering well. With about another week of observation, she could be discharged.

Bai Jun was overjoyed and immediately wanted to share the good news with Lin Song, only to remember she didn’t have a phone yet.

She stared longingly at the smartphone in Aunt Feng’s hand and asked her to buy one for her.

Aunt Feng looked at her hopeful face, smiled slightly, and nodded in agreement.

She placed an order on a shopping app, saying the courier would deliver the phone that afternoon.

Bai Jun waited eagerly for the delivery.

After what felt like forever, the package finally arrived in the afternoon.

Excitedly, she tore open the packaging only for her smile to freeze instantly. Inside was a familiar-looking button phone, the simplest kind that could only make calls!

Bai Jun was utterly dismayed! Even the phone she had at 12 years old had more features than this!

“Aunt Feng!”

Filled with indignation, Bai Jun puffed up her cheeks.

“You don’t like it?”

Aunt Feng remained unperturbed, as if she had anticipated this reaction. “There are so many scammers these days, and you’ve lost your memory. I’m worried you might get tricked. Once you’re better, you can discuss it with Lin Song and have her buy you the latest model.”

Her words seemed to carry an underlying implication, instantly stifling Bai Jun’s complaints.

And Aunt Feng’s expression left no room for argument.

“This phone can make calls. I’ll give you my number and Lin Song’s. You can contact us if anything comes up.”

“But don’t answer calls from strangers.”

Deflated like a punctured balloon, Bai Jun reluctantly saved the two numbers.

“Has my mom changed her phone number?” Bai Jun pressed her lips together, unwilling to give up. She considered secretly contacting her mother to have someone send her a new phone.

“Your mother changed her number when she went abroad didn’t want to be disturbed.” Aunt Feng’s eyes flickered as she studied Bai Jun’s expression. “Maybe you could reach her through your father.”

At the mention of her father, Bai Jun frowned, instinctively recoiling.

“Forget it! I’ll think about it later!” She sulkily tucked the phone under her pillow, her enthusiasm for contacting Lin Song completely gone.

But Aunt Feng knew her too well and played another one of Lin Song’s movies for her.

This time, it was a campus comedy.

Lin Song played the classic school beauty.

Rather than getting caught up in the cliché love triangle, her character chose a better opportunity for her future, decisively leaving the country despite the male lead’s desperate pleas.

This time, Bai Jun gained a deeper understanding of why Lin Song was called the “professional white moonlight.”

Though she knew she shouldn’t, a faint sense of smugness still rose in her heart: because Lin Song always played the unattainable ideal, she had never had any intimate scenes with anyone else!

She gazed at the radiant and beautiful Lin Song on the screen, unable to resist imagining what Lin Song must have looked like during her school days.

Someone as stunning as Lin Song surely never faced hardships in school, but she seemed like such a hopeless romantic she probably wouldn’t have been as bold as the campus belle in the movie, choosing her future over love.

But Lin Song had played so many brilliant, thoughtful roles, how could she still be so easily charmed?

Her curiosity growing, when Lin Song came over that evening, Bai Jun subtly steered the conversation toward Lin Song’s school days.

“Actually, you’ve been to my hometown.”

“My school was beyond two mountains, along a muddy path. When it rained and the streams swelled, the mountain crossings became impassable, forcing us to detour through the neighboring hills. During the rainy season, I was often late.”

“My teacher was a rigid middle-aged man who would rant and rave when drunk. He seemed convinced I’d drop out, and every time I was late, he’d whip my palms harshly with a ruler.”

“One year, my hands were frostbitten, and when he struck them, they bled. It scared him, so he stopped hitting me but he hurled plenty of cruel words instead.”

Lin Song recounted these experiences with a smile. She had just let Bai Jun sample numerous perfumes from Bai Jun’s own S-series line, and Bai Jun, blushing, admitted that among them all, the S-series was still her favorite.

Lin Song seemed utterly pleased with this answer, unable to suppress the curve of her lips. As a result, her tone remained light, as though she were telling someone else’s story.

Bai Jun pressed her lips together, her heart aching.

Lin Song carried herself with such grace that Bai Jun had instinctively assumed she’d been raised in comfort. Never had she imagined Lin Song’s childhood could have been so far from idyllic!

Unable to hold back, Bai Jun reached for Lin Song’s hand.

Lin Song had beautiful hands her nails trimmed short, naturally translucent with a soft pink hue, her fingers slender and fair.

Upon closer inspection, there was a faint scar below her ring finger.

“Did it hurt back then?”

Bai Jun gently traced the scar on Lin Song’s hand, her voice tender with concern.

“No.” Lin Song trembled slightly, her smile fading as she lowered her gaze to meet Bai Jun’s. Her voice was calm, but a storm brewed in her eyes. “Jun, we’re from different worlds. Don’t you think I’ve overreached by marrying you?”

“You were the one who funded my escape from those mountains.” Lin Song’s voice was hoarse, her lashes still lowered. “Yet I clung to you desperately. I became your wife.”

Was this the root of Lin Song’s insecurity?

Her origins something she could never choose.

“I’m proud of you.”

Bai Jun held Lin Song’s hand tightly, summoning the courage to meet her gaze. She racked her brain for the right words to comfort her. “My teachers always said we were greenhouse flowers never weathered storms, quick to snap under pressure.”

“But I’m so glad to have a wife like you. You’re…” Bai Jun tilted her head, searching for the right metaphor, then brightened. “You’re not like me. Your spirit is unshakable like a pine tree standing tall through wind and rain. That’s why I was drawn to you.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, Bai Jun frowned.

She suddenly realized the metaphor didn’t quite fit. Lin Song’s beauty was too striking she should have likened her to a flower instead. But before she could think of which one, Lin Song intertwined their fingers, smiling as she clasped Bai Jun’s hand tightly.

“I’m so glad Junjun sees me this way.” Lin Song’s eyes curved into crescents as she gazed at Bai Jun, the restraint in her gaze melting away like a fathomless pool that instinctively made one tremble.

She held Bai Jun tightly, as if trying to press her into her very being: “I hope this pine tree of mine grows strong enough to shelter Junjun in the end.”

Surrounded by Lin Song’s familiar scent and recalling the heart-stopping look in her eyes just moments ago, Bai Jun blinked, her traitorous heart thumping wildly once more.

She despised her own reaction, it made her seem like some wide-eyed innocent.

But she still managed to remind Lin Song: “Why should you protect me? Spouses should support each other.” Lin Song must have been traumatized by the car accident, which was why she kept fixating on protecting her.

But she was the domineering CEO, how could she let her delicate little wife be the protector?

“Alright!” Lin Song laughed, and Bai Jun could clearly feel the vibration in her chest.

That strange, overwhelming sensation spread through her body again, leaving Bai Jun’s legs weak and frozen in place.

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Lin Song buried her face in Bai Jun’s neck, inhaling deeply as she concealed the darkness in her eyes.

Back then, she truly hadn’t felt the pain. Life had already burdened her with so much unbearable weight that she had no choice but to endure, to the point where her body had grown numb.

She still remembered the teacher’s horrified expression, the impotent roar,

“Lin Song, what kind of look is that? I’m educating you, helping you, don’t you understand? You ungrateful mad dog.”

At the time, the agony had blotted out the sky, and she had thought her life would forever be buried beneath those endless mountains.

She never imagined that, months later, she would meet Bai Jun, the turning point of her life.

A bruised and battered greenhouse flower, misunderstood yet still stubbornly shielding her.

How could she not fall for her?

Holding her gentle, obedient wife close, Lin Song felt her life was unprecedentedly complete, tears of emotion welling up despite herself.

She truly was a mad dog.

After biding her time, feigning docility for so long, she had finally carried the coveted flower back to her den, tucking it safely against her heart.

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