Chapter 83: Karma Is Always Watching (3)
Translator: Lonelytree Editor: Millman97
Song Qingchun’s fingers that gripped the phone were shivering slightly out of sheer excitement. After a while, she lowered her head and looked at the many messages she had sent this number. “Hello, who are you?”
Like the first time she had sent the message, it got no reply. Song Qingchun stared at the screen for a long time. She knew the owner of the number would not reply, but she stubbornly sent another message. “Who exactly are you?”
Over the past two years, she had changed her phone many times, but each time, she would transfer this number and its history to her new phone.
While she waited for the reply that she hoped would come this time, she scrolled to look at the message history she had shared with this number. After some calculation, the total number of messages that had been sent from both numbers was only a little over twenty, and half of them were her asking about the mysterious number’s identity.
The messages from the mysterious number were also short and straight to the point as if more information might provide clues as to who he or she was.
When the Song family was still powerful, she had been the beloved princess of the ball. Her life had been colorful and bright as she was surrounded by ‘friends’ who would heap heavenly praises on her.
At the time, she had not been that curious about this number, even if she was, the curiosity was only fleeting. But now, her real friends could be counted on one hand. Many who had sought her help in the past now evaded her like she was the plague.
Before this, she had heard many pompous, beautiful words directed her way, but now in the quiet of the night, thinking about the various changes that had happened to the Song family over the past few months, these dry and emotionless messages that came from the mysterious number, for some reason, touched a corner of her heart.
Actually, in this world… when she was most down on her knees… there were still someone looking out for her.
She had never been a strong-willed person; she’d always had Song Menghwa and Song Cheng to rely on. However, now, forced by circumstances, she had to be strong.
She’d had to park herself under Su Zhinian’s company, waiting for him day after day; she’d had to suffer the humiliation from Song Empire’s shareholders while she begged them to stay; she’d even had to sell her own body off for the sake of Song Empire.
She might try to brush them off as trials of life, but when she was up alone in the night, when she was especially honest with herself, she felt incredibly alone in the world. However, this message, at that moment, gave her a bubble of warmth.
The warmth softened Song Qingchun’s heart that had to harden due to circumstances. She stared at the phone, which still hadn’t received any reply. After a long contemplation, she fired off another message. “Thank you.”
No matter who you are, no matter what your purpose is, I thank you sincerely; thank you for giving me a light out of my despairing darkness.
…
“Hello, who are you?”
“Who exactly are you?”
“Thank you.”
This was the first time that she had sent three messages in response to his one.
Su Zhinian stood before the cupboard, staring at the three messages that consecutively came into the phone. He read them for a long time before shutting down the phone. He placed it back into the original drawer, then closed and locked it.
