Daughters of the Elite - Chapter 112

Qian Meigui and Yang Rei stepped into the hospital ward. The doctor informed them of his current condition. “He’s not awake,” the doctor began to Qian Meigui’s disappointment. “He needs time to rest and recuperate due to the extensive injury he received,” she paused, turning to Yang Rei. “Mrs. Song, if it weren’t for Song Ren’s efforts, he wouldn’t be alive.”

Yang Rei looked down grimly, but she smiled a bit, almost as if she knew that Song Ren had that capability.

As they stepped into the hospital room, they saw machines tied to Song Sheng, keeping him alive. He wore a long hospital gown; his jet-black hair tumbled over his eyes, bandages wrapped around his exposed abdomen.

He wore an oxygen mask over his face, but the fog ensured that he was still alive and breathing. While Yang Rei was speaking to the doctor, Qian Meigui stepped closer to him. She grasped his hand, warm to the touch. She sighed in relief. The hours since it happened and came to the hospital, she didn’t eat, didn’t sleep. She looked out blankly. When she finally held his hand, she began to cry, letting the tears cascade down her cheek.

Yang Rei spoke to the nurse as she watched Qian Meigui with her eldest son. No one told her or the twins about the nature of their relationship. But it was obvious. While Qian Meigui was gone, Song Sheng stayed at the Song Mansion for many nights, working with Song Jun. He didn’t sleep, and when he did, it was either on the couch or a chair. She let them have their privacy as a nurse came in and introduced herself.

Qian Meigui finished crying, beginning to feel better. She then grabbed Song Sheng’s hand, laying a gentle kiss on his knuckles. Until he woke, she will ensure that she put the people responsible for his injuries and her parent’s deaths in jail. She will also reveal herself as she can now. But most importantly, she needed to confront Song Rui for some more clarity.

Qian Meigui took a deep breath, glancing at him once more, determined that she will fight while he’s asleep, fighting to wake. She then turned her heel, passing Yang Rei, whom she nodded at with a smile before leaving.

Song Ren saw Qian Meigui leave the ward with her expression soft and gentle. It made her feel relieved. She was too afraid to go in. Song Sheng was the big brother she knew all her life, and memories flashed. She recalled a time when Song Sheng’s face appeared to be reserved and broody, so Song Ren imitated that look, making their parents laugh as she looked angry. Song Sheng got annoyed, so she kept making those faces around him, but soon after, it made him laugh too.

Lost in her thoughts, Qian Meigui approached her. “I need to do something. Can you stay with him while I am gone?” Song Ren nodded. “Of course. We will all take turns, however long it takes.” Qian Meigui smiled. She then approached Song Rui, “I need you to clarify some things for me.” Song Rui appeared to be grave, but all he said was, “All right.”

Qian Meigui and Song Rui left. Soon after others begin to leave knowing that they had to go home since none of them had rest.

The doctor approached Song Ren after Qian Meigui left. “Doctor Ren,” she called out. Song Ren turned to face her, smiling grimly. “I’m not a doctor. I’m still in school.”

The doctor smiled at her. “You’re skills are awe-inspiring for your age, quite immaculate. I wanted to compliment you on your work. Will you ever work in the hospital?”

Song Ren never thought of it. She had been working in an office all her life. “Perhaps one day,” she responded with a gentle smile.

The doctor was about to leave, but her eyes widened when she glanced at Su Feng, her face slightly flushed as she walked away. Song Ren chuckled when Su Feng enclosed his arms around her waist. “I want to get married when Sheng is well.”

Su Feng nodded, giving her a peck on the lips. “Anytime you want,” he responded. Song Ren hugged him, and Su Feng tightened their embrace, breathing in her scent. He heard what she had done, and he was initially angry due to how reckless and impulsive she acted. But Su Feng knew Song Ren well; it was definitely something she would do. He then leaned into her ear, whispering, “For your heroic attributes. What do you say to a night of love-making for a reward?” Song Ren flushed red, gritting her teeth. She looked at him, his ice-blue eyes watched her with warmth, like an iceberg thawing. But Song Ren fell for it, the depths of his seduction. “Later,” was all she said with a smirk.

Song Ren saw Yang Rei walk out of the ward. “See your brother, and then go home,” her mother said to her. Song Ren nodded.

Qian Meigui arrived at the mansion, and instead of going to the study, they went to the living space. Song Rui looked out of the balcony windows where the sun was at it’s highest point. Qian Meigui sat across him on an armchair.

“I need you to be honest,” Qian Meigui began daringly. “I know mainly everything in fragments and pieces, and I can guess the gaps in between. But I want to hear it from you.”

Song Rui nodded gravely. He then loosed a deep breath before he began. “My younger brother took Song Entertainment from me because of my father. Now it belongs to Sheng. But my youngest, Song Zemin, and I worked side-by-side to develop and launch Song Pharmaceuticals. I couldn’t do it on my own. But I trusted him. He was my baby brother,” Song Rui paused.

“Zemin met Lin Anni, and they hit it off instantly. But they both grew too cunning, and next thing we knew, they were scheming and plotting. I knew what my brother was planning, but I didn’t stop him. I hoped that he would turn his way for the better, but he was far too gone,” Song Rui drifted into thought.

“The night your parents died, Aiguo called me. She said that she knew that they were coming for her. I had no idea that Zemin and Lin Anni conjured an entire team within the company to execute this scheme. Perhaps it was for money, who knows.”

“But I know its all my fault,” he finished.

“Why?” Qian Meigui questioned.

“Because after I launched the company, I gave Zemin nothing. He got angry, grew ambitious. It was like a betrayal to him, and as a result, he betrayed Aiguo and me. I should have seen it coming. Could I have intercepted?” he questioned more to himself for Qian Meigui. Song Rui nodded. “Perhaps, but I knew there were others that would have been after the formula. You see, they didn’t think I took the USB after Aiguo had died. They found out only recently because Song Ren activated the stick at work, knowingly from the traitors that worked in. I had to weed them out. But I trusted that my daughter would do what I needed her to do. And she did so.” Song Rui picked up a file full of doc.u.ments from the coffee table, passing it to her. “Song Ren found evidence of every name of every person that was involved in your parent’s murder. There were cryptic patterns, videos, and pictures. It was all uploaded after Aiguo died. But she did an automatic-upload. So even if she died, there would be proof.”

Qian Meigui stared at him eye-wide, unbelieving. She then looked over at the files. She looked over at the names. “Wait, your name is on this?”

Song Rui smiled grimly. “Though I had nothing to do with their murders. I confess to obstruction of justice. The police investigated me years ago, but I didn’t admit the truth.”

Qian Meigui shook her head. “That’s okay. You were protecting your family.”

“And you,” Song Rui admitted, glancing up at her with his laugh lines creasing, his golden eyes shining with the sun’s hues. Qian Meigui’s eyes welled with tears. She then rose, stepping towards him. She crouched down to hug him. “I won’t turn you in,” she whispered. “I will think of something else.” She pulled away. “Thank you for giving me this,” she said. Song Rui smiled grimly at her, nodding. “Do whatever you deem fit,” he said. Qian Meigui smiled, “I will.”

Afterwards, Qian Meigui went back to the hospital with the doc.u.ments. Song Sheng stayed in a private room. The staff organized a bed next to his. She watched him momentarily before beginning to read all the details.

For days and nights, she stayed at the hospital. Not only was she preparing for court. She prepared to tell the world, her story. She was Qian Meigui, the daughter of a lawyer and doctor who had died. She had to pretend to die, blending in with the Song family to avoid getting killed and hunted because she knew who the killers looked like from witnessing them. They were a part of the Pharmaceutical and Medicine industry, wanting the formula for themselves. But in her years living with the Song family, she had grown to be happy, falling in love as a result.