" Brother Chuan, it seems Shang Shujue went to his older brother's horse farm today. I heard he rode horses there. I got some photos of him in riding clothes through someone. They're blurry, but you can tell he's having a good time..."
Yang Shaoying handed the phone to Su Youchuan, lowering her voice unconsciously as she spoke, afraid that a harsh tone would anger Su Youchuan.
Su Youchuan has been unable to find Shang Shujue recently, and can't even contact him. He's been protected too well by Shang Shunan; no one can get close to him, and it's difficult to even detect his movements.
After finishing work these days, Su Youchuan would sit in front of the French windows at home and drink, his mind constantly replaying the image of Shang Shujue pursuing him.
The more he thought about it, the more regretful and heartbroken he became. He was in a daze, radiating an overwhelming sense of gloom.
Hearing Su Youchuan's words, he perked up considerably. He held his phone for a long time before he could clearly see Shang Shujue's appearance in the photo. He really... was doing very well.
What has Han Dong been up to lately?
Su Youchuan forwarded the photos on his phone to himself, then returned the phone to him. He stood up from the carpet and asked the question with deep, gloomy eyes.
"After you publicly became his adversary, the share price of the companies under the Han Corporation's name has been steadily declining."
"He's been frantically trying to win over investors, attempting to poach his partners from the Su-Style Group, but they don't trust him, and he hasn't succeeded."
"His father was so angered by his actions that he was hospitalized, and his mother, for some unknown reason, apparently died of a heart attack..."
When Yang Shaoying spoke of Han Dong, her tone hesitated for a moment, but quickly became firm again.
He wasn't sure where his hesitation and fear came from. He clearly cared about Su Youchuan a lot, so why was he afraid? Was he afraid he would suffer the same fate? He wasn't sure, and he didn't want to be sure...
Su Youchuan remained silent for a long time before suddenly letting out a smile, not one of schadenfreude, but of mockery, "Tell me, what exactly did I do wrong in my life?"
"I couldn't keep my mother when I was a child, I can't keep my lover when I'm an adult, I'm dismissive of true love when I encounter it, and now even Han Dong, whom I've known for almost fifteen years, has betrayed me..."
"... I should hate him, but I still feel sad when I hear he's not doing well... Tell me, if life has a script, what storyline am I living in?"
"..."
Yang Shaoying remained silent, unsure how to answer Su Youchuan or what expression to wear in his presence.
Su Youchuan didn't pay attention to his silence and turned to walk towards the bedroom. "Never mind, do whatever you want. I'm a little tired, I'll sleep for a while."
Yang Shaoying watched Su Youchuan's retreating figure. For some reason, he felt that Su Youchuan was emanating a gloomy, deathly aura. This aura grew stronger day by day, like his life force draining away, falling into a swamp... his death was imminent...
" Brother Chuan, you haven't eaten dinner yet. Why don't you eat something before you go to sleep? I'll invite Shang Shujue over later so he can have dinner with you, okay?"
Yang Shaoying felt a little flustered and unconsciously took a step forward, her words carrying a hint of pleading.
Su Youchuan paused, then, as if remembering something, gently shook his head. "No need. He won't come. I'm not hungry. Don't worry, I won't die."
"..."
Yang Shaoying opened her mouth, but in the end, she didn't say anything. She just sighed softly, turned around, left the villa, and drove away.
Su Youchuan lay in bed, unable to fall asleep. He held his phone, repeatedly looking at the messages Shang Shujue had sent and the photos she had just forwarded, remaining silent for a long time...
"ε=(´ο`*))) Sigh..."
He didn't know how much time had passed, but Su Youchuan suddenly felt a little sleepy. After putting down his phone, he soon fell into a deep sleep. Before his consciousness faded, he seemed to hear a sigh from the void.
The sigh was filled with helplessness and heartache. He didn't know who it was, nor did he have time to think it through, before he fell asleep. Then, he had a wonderful dream...