Translator: Henyee Editor: Henyee
Qiao Liang stared deeply at the seemingly fragile woman standing in front of him, and then a sarcastic smile appeared on his face. “Why should I find her with you? Get lost!”
With that, he left without looking back.
The woman hung down her head, and tears appeared in her eyes. Droplets of tears flowed down from her eyes and fell into the silvery fine sand. While no one was around, she looked up at the direction where Qiao Liang disappeared, bit her lips and murmured in a voice that only she herself could hear, “Why do you only see Xixi? Why only her? Why do you only think of her, only love her even though she is dead…”
Qiao Liang soon came to the beach on the other side of the island, where a group of white-robed doctors were comparing DNA reports in a makeshift studio built on the island. “This finger is Miss Tang’s, so her body is probably in this sea area,” said one doctor.
Another doctor said, “It’s also possible that the body has been eaten by sharks here. Maybe we can announce the death of Miss Tang based on this DNA report.”
Qiao Liang heard every single word of the doctors’ conversation. He strode in, snatched the DNA report and took a look at it. Then he tore it up into tiny bits and said coldly, “We didn’t find any body tissue of Tang Xi, understand?”
The doctors looked at each other, but under the cold stare of Qiao Liang, they could only nod. “We know what to do, but this finger…”
Qiao Liang followed the doctor’s gaze only to see a finger that had rotten after soaking in seawater for a long time. In an instant, Qiao Liang felt he couldn’t breathe as if his heart was squeezed by a big hand. He thought that maybe his heart would never come alive in this life. It had died with her.
After quite a while, Qiao Liang said hoarsely, “I’ll deal with it.”
Even though it was only a finger of hers, he would take it with him. Watching the doctors carefully putting the finger into a box, Qiao Liang took a deep breath and said in a low voice, “Don’t tell this to anyone, including Qin Xinying. Besides that, keep searching. I have to know her whereabouts, even if we’ll have to search through the whole Pacific Ocean!”
Qiao Liang didn’t know how he got back to his room. As soon as he entered, he lay in bed, holding the box containing Tang Xi’s finger. He stared at the ceiling with glassy eyes, and smiled desperately. He gently stroked the box as if he was stroking Tang Xi’s face and said hoarsely, “Xiao Xi, I finally hold your hand again. How many years have you not let me hold your hand? I forgot how many years it’s been that way. Five years…? It’s been so long…” A teardrop fell from the corner of his eye and he said, “But why is it in a situation like this that I finally hold your hand again? I don’t want this. Come back, please.”
This cold man, this cold-blooded man of business, curled up in bed like a child. He held the small square box as he cried out in pain.
“Xiao Xi, I love you… I love you. I didn’t have the chance to tell you. Do you hear me? I love you, so please come back soon, okay?”
The man closed his eyes and buried his head in his hands. “I really miss you. Don’t die, please.”
Hearing the painful crying inside, a man in black standing outside the door wiped tears from the corners of his eyes. ‘Oh, it’s so touching! I didn’t expect Young Master had a tender heart. I do wish Miss Tang hasn’t died…’
But it seemed impossible. No one could survive… an airplane crash… Alas! What a poor man!
It was at this moment that a woman came running over, and the man immediately stepped forward to stop her. ‘Young Master is still crying. He certainly wouldn’t want anyone to know this. If he finds out I heard him crying, he will probably kill me to silence me!’ At this thought, the man said seriously, “Miss Qin, our young master is sleeping. Please go back.”
Qin Xinying looked at the man in a pitiful manner and said softly, “Little Five, I want to see your young master. Is there any news about Xixi?”
With a cold face, Little Five said with great seriousness, “Miss Qin, there isn’t any news about Miss Tang. Young Master is tired. He is resting now. Please go back.”
Qin Xinying shook her head, and tears kept flowing down from her eyes as she said, “You’re lying to me, right? Is Xixi dead?”
Little Five sneered, “I don’t know. Isn’t Young Master still looking for her?”
Qin Xinying widened her eyes and stared at Little Five as if she was greatly wronged. “Little Five, over the years, every time you asked me for Xixi’s information, I gave it to you. Now I just want to know some news about Xixi from your young master. Can’t I?”
Little Five smiled. “Then you should ask our Young Master.”
“Then get out of the way and I’ll ask him.”
Little Five didn’t move. “Sorry, our Young Master is sleeping. He doesn’t want to see anyone!”
“You!”
Little Five looked at Qin Xinying expressionlessly and said coldly, “Miss Qin, please leave.”
Qin Xinying stood there for quite a while before turning away. Looking at Qin Xinying’s aggrieved figure, Little Five frowned and murmured to himself, “How on earth did this woman know Miss Tang was involved in an airplane crash right here?”
In the room, hearing the noise outside, Qiao Liang had relapsed into his usual apathy. He carefully put the square box at the bedside, went into the bathroom and rinsed himself with water as if the water could rinse off the pain in his heart, but only he himself knew that standing under the shower head, the sense of suffocation made him feel so close to death, so close to Tang Xi.
He knew he was just cheating himself by telling himself that Tang Xi didn’t die. He knew she couldn’t be alive the moment he heard the news. He had been lying to himself for the last two months, thinking that this could reduce his pain, but the pain was still so profound.
Qiao Liang cried out in pain and punched the glass mirror. The mirror cracked and his hand was cut by glass, and soon bright red blood flowed down from his hand and mixed into the water in the bathroom.
As if not feeling the pain, he crouched down and cried sadly with his head in his hands.
On the other side of things, Tang Xi was crouching in front of her computer, hesitating. Finally, she made up her mind, opened her computer and logged in to her email box, which was Tang Xi’s exclusive email box whose password only she knew of. Only Qiao Liang and the management of Empire Group knew the existence of this email box.
She had a hunch that Qiao Liang might have known about her death, and that the news would soon come out, so she had to prove she was still alive so as not to bring disaster to Empire Group.
