MYA | Chapter 9

“Feng-ge!” Han Qianshan had been waiting for a reply for so long that he was already about to smash the door in.

At last, there was movement from the quiet office.

Feng Qingzhu came out in a hurry with his suit jacket in hand. “Take me to the airport.”

“Are you going to sign a contract?” Han Qianshan pulled out his phone and quickly picked through the flight information. “Feng-ge, where are we flying?”

Feng Qingzhu’s steps faltered. “Where is he flying to?”

“He?”

“Luo Zhiwen.” Feng Qingzhu’s answer came out through gritted teeth.

Han Qianshan froze, not understanding what Feng Qingzhu meant.

But not understanding didn’t mean he didn’t want Feng Qingzhu to go after Luo Zhiwen. “Feng-ge, no need to rush. I’ll have someone check where sister-in-law flew to first, then I’ll help you book the plane tickets and a hotel. What about your assistants? I’ll look into it with them, and we’ll definitely be able to get sister-in-law back.”

Feng Qingzhu pressed his lips into a line and lifted his eyes, which counted as permission.

Han Qianshan held his phone in both hands, looking calm on the surface, but in truth he was so excited he almost shouted.

As long as Feng-ge and sister-in-law could make up, even if there was still a divorce agreement in the middle, he was still happy.

Because the moment Feng Qingzhu was willing to step back, it meant he had already changed his view of Luo Zhiwen.

Han Qianshan still remembered the first time he saw Feng Qingzhu when he was little. Even then, the small boy had already carried a strangely weathered air. The other children were too afraid to play with Feng Qingzhu. Only he had rushed up recklessly, throwing himself into danger.

It wasn’t a wasted effort either.

Han Qianshan scratched his head and kept asking acquaintances to check Luo Zhiwen’s flight information.

The young Feng Qingzhu had no interest in the toys Han Qianshan liked. Even after he reluctantly acknowledged the new friend, he was still immersed in his own world.

Unable to hold back his curiosity, Han Qianshan had secretly looked through the notebook Feng Qingzhu carried with him, only to find it packed densely with writing, a lot of it in characters he couldn’t even read.

When he was little, Han Qianshan didn’t think anything was wrong. After growing up, thinking back on Feng Qingzhu’s family environment, he felt it made perfect sense.

Feng-ge really was amazing. Someone ordinary like him couldn’t compare.

Back then they lived very close to each other, and Han Qianshan, like the other kids, had a little puppy that barked all day long.

Han Qianshan liked dogs, but that didn’t mean everyone else did.

He had gone to great lengths to get Feng Qingzhu to pet the puppy’s head, but Feng Qingzhu never agreed.

Until one day, Old Master Feng accidentally fell at the front door. The puppy ran all the way to the gate of their elementary school, bit crazily at Feng Qingzhu’s trouser leg, and dragged him back home, where he got Old Master Feng to the hospital in time. Only then did Feng Qingzhu change his opinion of dogs.

Even later, after Feng Qingzhu went abroad, he was still concerned about Han Qianshan’s dog.

Han Qianshan wasn’t saying Luo Zhiwen was a dog. He just felt that Feng-ge’s attitude toward sister-in-law was exactly the same as back then toward the little puppy. Once even a crack appeared in the heart, he had already accepted it completely deep down.

“Feng-ge, I found it.” A message popped up on Han Qianshan’s phone screen. “Sister-in-law… flew to Australia.”

Feng Qingzhu gave a blank, expressionless “Mm.” “Book the ticket.”

“Okay, okay.” Han Qianshan said attentively, “Feng-ge, I’ll book you the earliest flight.”

But even the earliest flight couldn’t catch up to Luo Zhiwen, who had already boarded.

“You have sister-in-law’s WeChat. Once you get to Australia, just contact him directly on WeChat.” Han Qianshan wracked his brains for advice. “Sister-in-law is a good person. Even if he’s angry, he won’t ignore your messages.”

“You’re very familiar with him?” Feng Qingzhu’s steps slowed slightly.

Han Qianshan had no sense of danger at all. “Yeah, sister-in-law called looking for you before. You didn’t answer, so he called me instead.”

At that, Feng Qingzhu’s brow furrowed.

He disliked loveless marriages. During the three years he was married to Luo Zhiwen, he had utterly failed to fulfill any responsibility as a husband.

He coldly neglected Luo Zhiwen, treating him as if he were nothing.

Even now, when he thought of those eyes, he still couldn’t connect Luo Zhiwen with “Ah Wen.”

Because the memories from his previous life were too heavy.

Even someone as resolute as Feng Qingzhu had spent twenty-seven years in nightmares.

He watched himself step by step walk toward death, and watched the person called “Ah Wen” follow in his footsteps and die a miserable death.

Sometimes Feng Qingzhu even couldn’t tell what was a dream and what was reality.

In his dreams, he could smell the scorched, burnt odor of a coffin burning, could hear Ah Wen’s pained whimpers. Yet when he opened his eyes, he didn’t even know where Ah Wen was.

He had lost him.

Han Qianshan was still chattering on and on. “Sigh, Feng-ge, to be honest, sister-in-law really does care about you. In the first year after you two got married, he almost called me every day to ask whether you were coming home.”

“...I was so embarrassed, honestly! Later, sister-in-law probably realized you didn’t want to go home, so he stopped calling to ask so often, but every few days, he would still ask me about your situation on WeChat.”

Unknowingly, Feng Qingzhu’s pace had slowed. “What did he ask me about?”

“Just whether you had been drinking, whether you were working overtime.” Han Qianshan said, “Sister-in-law is very sensible. He wouldn’t ask anything else.”

For some reason, Feng Qingzhu’s heart pricked with a faint pain. “When did you add each other on WeChat?”

Han Qianshan came to an abrupt stop. “Feng-ge, you really don’t remember at all?”

“Remember what?”

He gave a bitter smile. “Feng-ge, back when you and sister-in-law got your marriage certificate, it was issued overseas first. Later, once you were old enough, you could change it to domestic documentation. You said you were busy and had no time to go to the marriage registration office, so you told me to take the IDs and find sister-in-law, and let him handle it himself.”

“...That was when I added sister-in-law on WeChat.”

Feng Qingzhu’s calm expression finally cracked. “You mean, the marriage certificate I got with him, he went to receive it by himself?”

Han Qianshan answered with an awkward smile.

Yes, that’s right.

That year, when Luo Zhiwen excitedly took the documents to receive the domestic marriage certificate, the person waiting for him was not Feng Qingzhu, but the cold leather envelope Han Qianshan delivered, containing the documents.