Chapter 226: Don't Forget Me

Besides, your friends are always so good to you; you can't just cling to me, you should also often go play with them.

Hehe and Humhum, you must take good care of them.

Most importantly, you must definitely take good care of yourself, don't be sad.

Zhou Yinhe stuffed mouthful after mouthful of noodles into his mouth, tears pouring down and falling into the noodle bowl, his whole body trembling with sobs.

The feeling of leaning on him grew lighter and lighter; Zhou Yinhe's trembling hand could not hold the chopsticks, yet he stubbornly clamped the scalding noodles and shoved them into his mouth.

Baobao, don't cry; being able to be with you and live so happily is already a luxury for me.

I'm just sorry for treating you poorly while we were together; if there is a next life, I will definitely treat you well.

Don't cry, forget me.

The chopsticks in Zhou Yinhe's hand fell as the weight on his shoulder that had already disappeared dropped; he lowered his head and remained silent for a long, long time——

I can't do it, Ah Ling, I can't do it.

He bowed over the table, and his anguished, broken sobs burst forth.

I'm in too much pain, Ah Ling, I can't forget you.

Every minute and second you're not by my side, my heart feels like it will die from pain; I don't know what to do.

What should I do? What should I do? Who can tell me?

Helpless and in agony, he slowly toppled from the stool in a sorry state onto the floor, the ripping pain in his chest leaving him unable to breathe.

He knelt on the ground, bent over, clutching his chest tightly, and burst into wailing, hysterical sobs.

After who knows how long, the sky outside the floor-to-ceiling window gradually brightened; Zhou Yinhe remained kneeling on the ground, silently gazing outside.

A sense of calm filled his heart; he closed his eyes, pushed himself up from the chair, staggered upstairs, and expressionlessly went to the wardrobe to change into a crisp suit.

He pushed open the bedroom door; Wen Ling lay still on the bed, dressed in a pure white wedding gown, its skirt spread across the entire bed.

The room was cold as an ice cellar, the air still held a faint strange odor, yet Zhou Yinhe seemed oblivious, stepping step by step toward the bedside.

Ah Ling, don't be angry, it's my fault.

How could I leave you here like this; it's my mistake.

He knelt on one knee beside the bed, lifted Wen Ling's icy hand and pressed it to one cheek, speaking incoherently in a soft voice: 'I know you will surely be angry, but you will surely forgive me, right? You must also know how much pain I am in, which is why I came back to see you.'

I can't agree to what you said; when I see you, please don't be angry with me, okay?

If you don't answer me, I'll take it as your agreement.

Zhou Yinhe placed his trembling hand before Wen Ling and asked softly, 'Does it hurt? Is it very painful?'

A surge of blood rose to his throat; Zhou Yinhe swallowed it with difficulty, his pale lips still stained red.

Ah Ling, it really does hurt, doesn't it? I feel it, the pain is unbearable for me; you must have been in agony back then.

If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have suffered these harms; it's my fault. They always said I was blessed, but now it seems I'm just a jinx, a harbinger of misfortune, and that's why you also endured all this suffering you shouldn't have had to.

Wait for me, wait for me, I'm coming to find you right away, don't abandon me.

Don't abandon me, please.

A suffocating pain gripped his chest; Zhou Yinhe quietly felt it, realizing that this pain was actually nothing compared to the anguish he felt when he knew he had completely lost Wen Ling.

He struggled to his feet, staggered over to the other side, slowly climbed onto the bed, and held Wen Ling in his arms.

He pressed himself bit by bit against her; tears streamed down uncontrollably, yet he gazed at her face with a smile.

Rest assured, Hehe and Humhum, I will have my parents take good care of them.

At Grandfather Wen's and Grandfather Qin's place, my parents will surely do their best, and my older brothers and sisters will also treat them as their own beloved grandparents to honor; you can trust me on this.

He choked back a sob, painfully closed his eyes, and when he opened them again he asked somewhat cautiously, 'Do you dislike me for talking too much and being annoying? That's why you ignore me, so I'll stop speaking.'

When I find you, don't forget me……

He slowly closed his eyes and murmured, 'I love you, I love you so much.'

The fiancée of the Fifth Young Master of the Zhou family died in an accident on the day of their engagement; three days later, the Fifth Young Master of the Zhou family committed suicide in his own estate.

Feng Qi Yuan was draped in white cloth; the Zhou family upstairs and downstairs had red, swollen eyes; after seeing off the guests who came to pay their respects, Ning Qing fainted, woke up, then fainted again.

'What about Hehe and Humhum?' she asked weakly.

Zhou Shuanglin turned to look at her dazed son and daughter; Zhou Yanqiu, the first to react, slowly rose and went out to begin searching.

After a long while, Zhou Yanqiu still hadn't returned; Ning Qing grew anxious and begged Zhou Shuanglin to support her as they went out together to search.

'We just saw them a moment ago; now I don't know where they went.' The steward was also anxious; they were the only thing left that the Fifth Young Master and Wen Ling had given the Zhou family to cherish.

Ning Qing tightly shut her eyes, opened them, pushed Zhou Shuanglin aside, and staggered toward the room where Wen Ling and Zhou Yinhe had lived.

The room door was slightly ajar; Ning Qing trembled as she pushed it open, only to see two bundles curled up on the bed; she breathed a sigh of relief, calling their names as she approached.

Until her hand touched their fluffy little bodies, Ning Qing finally sensed something was wrong, and she trembled as she called out, 'Hehe? Humhum?'

'Wake up, wake up, I promised your dad I would take good care of you, wake up.'

'Wake up……'

Zhou Shuanglin stood in the doorway, hands braced on the doorframe, weeping silently.

The death of their son and daughter-in-law finally crushed this couple who dominated the business world; it could be said they turned white-haired overnight, and when they reappeared, their heads were already full of white hair.

They went together to see Zhou Jingyuan; upon seeing their condition, Zhou Jingyuan gave a helpless smile.

'Uncle, Aunt, what I said at the beginning wasn't a lie; they have already gone back, it wasn't poisoning, to be precise, not entirely.'

Zhou Shuanglin's eyes, lined with wrinkles, twitched slightly as she coldly asked, 'What do you mean?'

Zhou Jingyuan sighed, finally bringing himself to speak the truth.

'When I was destroying the machine, Lu Zhaoye happened to arrive.'

'The system destruction was only halfway done; that's why Wen Ling died, but Xiao Wu did not.'

'Xiao Wu's death was suicide, which can't be blamed on me; he could have lived out this life and then returned, but he couldn't bear Wen Ling's death, so he chose to kill himself.' After Zhou Jingyuan finished, he suddenly realized and chuckled to himself, 'I'm not just spouting nonsense, am I?'

Ning Qing gripped Zhou Shuanglin's hand and asked word by word, 'You mean, they've all gone back?'

"Yeah," Zhou Jingyuan shrugged, saying indifferently: "If Xiao Wu hadn't killed himself, it might have been later; but right now the only thing I'm not sure about is what time period they'll return to."