Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox

Chapter 360: Song Yi: "Brother, Do You Want to Kiss Me?

Zhou Liang saw his condition and felt a sharp ache in his heart.

Ningxia Chuan was also feeling uncomfortable.

Tang Si rested his head against the headboard, his Adam’s apple moved subtly, his tone calm and devoid of any discernible emotion: "He got away, did he?"

Simple four words, all aligned on a parallel line, yet they conveyed a sense of powerlessness, helplessness, and exhaustion.

And carried an air of stability and restraint.

It’s like he had an opinion, he had something, that sense of steadiness.

But if you think about it, if he had a solution, would he risk his life to keep that person?

Zhou Liang’s eyes instantly reddened: "Boss, I’m sorry..."

"We didn’t know that bastard had planted a bomb nearby." Zhou Liang said: "The incident happened suddenly; the two of us could only drag you and run for our lives."

"Otherwise, we’d be blown to bits."

Tang Si opened his eyes, avoiding the question, and asked: "Has Director Cheng arrived?"

Liu Linyue died by his hand, he surely needed to give an explanation.

Liu Linyue initially asked, what would the consequences be if police negligence led to accidents?

From that moment, he knew it was certainly a setup.

But Tang Si could never figure it out, why?

This case seemed to push itself on him, pushing him into an abyss through this case.

As he thought more about it, the more he wondered who the person behind was, the heavier the stone in his heart became, suffocating and oppressive.

"After this incident, Director Cheng went to report the details to the leaders, but he’ll surely come over later."

"It’s okay, this incident isn’t your fault. Anyone would have agreed to that girl’s request." Zhou Liang said: "Even outside experts mentioned that, under such circumstances, agreeing to her request was necessary, this girl had to go to that place."

"Given the current situation, it’s clear they’re trying to smear you."

"Bang—!" At this moment, the ward door was kicked open.

"Smeared?" Liu Qiang walked in angrily, with reddened eyes: "He killed my sister, and you’re telling me it’s a smear?"

"My sister was still young, and she died because of him." Liu Qiang said, ready to confront Tang Si.

Ningxia Chuan held her back: "This is a hospital, calm down, don’t lose your head. Things are what they are, and we’ll eventually get to the bottom of it."

Liu Qiang: "My dad is already dead, now because of my dad, my sister is also dead."

"How do you expect me to stay calm? First you suspect I killed my dad, then my sister went crazy from the pressure and turned herself in."

Liu Qiang’s tears fell as she spoke, her tone coldly despairing: "And now... I initially thought I’d pick her up from the police station and bring her home, and now I’m being told this?"

Liu Qiang struggled to scream: "Tang Si! You owe me an explanation, you murderer!"

"Don’t you have siblings? Don’t you have a family? Have you ever thought about others?"

"How many lives have you taken? How many innocent lives have you destroyed?!"

Thump, thump—

Tang Si’s heart pounded twice intensely with each of those words.

——"Si Ge, should we proceed?"

——"Yes, follow the original plan."

——"Tang Si! This was your plan, all are sacrificed!!"

Memories floated endlessly in his mind, entwined and lingering, his heart pounding fiercely, causing a pain that felt suffocating.

Do you deserve to live?

Others have died; do you deserve to live?

Why do you get to live in this world?

Why bravely continue living in this world?

Deep, deep down, these questions echoed around him, each word piercing sharply, invading his thoughts vigorously.

Stabbing all over him, painful enough that escape seemed impossible, avoidance futile.

Ningxia Chuan heard Liu Qiang say these words and immediately covered her mouth: "Don’t talk nonsense."

He promptly looked at Tang Si.

On the hospital bed, the man lowered his head, his face expressionless, his eyes hidden.

But one could intensely feel the heavy aura of decay suffocating him, this breath dragging down the seemingly carefree and decisive Captain Tang endlessly.

Zhou Liang also felt something was off, and quickly forced Liu Qiang out of the ward.

...

——When everyone around you dies, regardless of right or wrong, living is a crime.

...

Ningxia Chuan remained in the ward, forcibly fed Tang Si some medicine.

He also planned to give him sleeping pills.

Tang Si raised his hand, stopping him, Ningxia Chuan looked at him.

He shook his head.

Ningxia Chuan frowned, his voice cold: "Tang Si, you must take them now, or you’ll start imagining things, do you even want to live."

"To live." Tang Si’s face was pale, he turned his head, his gaze out of focus as he stared out the window.

He chuckled mockingly, his tone like a still pond rippling: "Others live with dreams, with goals, bringing happiness to others."

"I live... probably just to keep owing others."

"Continuously consuming others." Tang Si closed his eyes: "Where’s the value, where’s the meaning."

Whenever he thought everything was heading in a better direction, he would rather reality hit him over the head.

He thought he could handle it all.

He overestimated himself, being too naive, to avoid causing trouble for others, perhaps it’s better to just disappear...

The words were highly negative, each word revealing to Ningxia Chuan that living was just a burden to him.

Thus, he wanted to abandon it.

Tang Si was never that kind of person.

The depressive negative emotions were steering him in this direction.

This is a sickness, saying such pessimistic, degenerate words, surely not something he willingly wanted to say.

Ningxia Chuan’s heart was tightly wound.

He deeply feared Tang Si saying these things, even if things weren’t as terrible, they would be magnified infinitely in the eyes of a depressive patient.

Every matter would be shouldered upon themselves.

Tang Si closed his eyes and remained silent for a considerable time.

Ningxia Chuan said nothing either, just watched him.

Hoping that the anti-depressants would take effect, keeping him from negative thoughts.

About four to five minutes passed.

"Xiachuan," Tang Si suddenly called him.

"Hmm?"

"Give me my phone."

...

Ningxia Chuan stood, looking down at the man on the bed making a phone call.

"Hey, Song Yi, have you..." Missed me?

"Have you eaten?"

"..."

"Yeah, just finished the interrogation."

"..."

"It’s okay, don’t worry."

"..."

"I’ll be back in a few days, it’s nothing, just a little tired."

"..."

"Yeah, mua."

...

Outside the hospital.

A woman holding a phone walked towards the lobby.

She had just come from the pet hospital, had her hand bandaged.

She walked while talking on the phone.

"Yes, I’ve eaten."

"Have you already finished?"

"Pretty okay, right?"

"Why does your voice sound so weak?"

"So... Brother, when will you be home, I miss you."

"Alright, I’ll wait for you," she cooed: "You want to kiss me?"

Finally, Song Yi hung up the call with a smile.

Then she noticed the searing pain in her hand again.

She breathed heavily several times.

Planning to ask at the front desk where dermatology was, but suddenly saw a familiar face approaching—