Chapter 59: Disappeared
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Reality eventually overlapped with the dream.
The alcohol made her movements slow, but her mind was still clear. Wen Ruoxian knew who was holding her and what they were doing. If things continued, it would become even more uncontrollable.
But she did not resist.
In her self-awareness, she should not get close to people casually, yet she and Qingluo had everything they should and should not have. She was used to being conservative and was still a bit uncertain.
Could they really be like this?
Then she felt the warmth on her lips gradually fading—
Song Qingluo supported herself with her hands and looked down at her.
The person was right in front of her.
She had imagined that if she were unwilling, she would force things to continue, so that her revenge will be considered successful, and she won't suffer any loss.
But faced with the situation, she found she couldn't do it.
She loved Wen Ruoxian and did not want to see her in pain or sadness. She also did not want to become a real lunatic, ultimately bringing about Wen Ruoxian's hatred—if she could not receive the love Ruoxian gave her white moonlight, at least there would be no hatred.
"Don't worry, I know you don't want to, I won't force you." Song Qingluo coldly looked at Wen Ruoxian and laughed sarcastically.
"Who told me I wasn't your white moonlight?"
Saying those words, her heart overflowed with bitterness. She turned her face away and silently told herself, it didn't matter if she was not important at all, it was okay to have nothing.
There was silent silence in her ears.
Wen Ruoxian squinted, trying hard to see her face, but only saw the blurred lights on the ceiling. She let go of the hand holding Song Qingluo and proactively placed it on her shoulder—
Song Qingluo's heart skipped a beat, suddenly joyful, but she did not want it to show on her face, so she said fiercely, "It was you who seduced me."
Old-fashioned.
She just knew how to handle her.
This time, when a bone is thrown out, she will eat it, but she will not wag her tail anymore.
….
The next day, Wen Ruoxian woke up from her dream.
She opened her eyes, looked around, and found herself lying on the bed in the bedroom.
The early summer sunlight shone into the room.
Recalling last night's events, her consciousness gradually became clear, feeling as if it was both a dream and reality. She looked down at herself—
It all really happened.
She remembered that Qingluo said some things.
"Where do you want to go? Cheng Suran's room?"
"It doesn't matter. I don't mind being her substitute this time. As long as you like it, I can make it happen."
Then came Song Qingluo's choking laughter.
Laughing and laughing, she started to cry.
"Do you think of Cheng Suran now? When you told me how much you loved her so deeply, did you ever imagine? Do I look like her? Not at all."
"Do you know how jealous I am of her? I met you first. I liked you first. But we missed each other for so many years. Thinking about this drives me crazy. I tried to tell myself to be more forgiving, to be more generous, and not to care about the past, but I just can't control it. I waited for so long, endured for so long, and what did I get? I got you standing in front of me, telling me how great you two were, how much you loved her, how much you did for her... How could I not go crazy? Wen Ruoxian, you're too cruel. I will never forget today for the rest of my life."
"Wen Ruoxian, loving you is really exhausting." She cried and went crazy at the same time.
Wen Ruoxian rubbed her aching temples. Her throat felt incredibly dry, so she got up, grabbed the cold glass of water on the bedside table, and took a sip.
The coolness rolled from her throat into her stomach.
The carpet was a mess. Wen Ruoxian mechanically picked up the waste paper and threw it into the trash can. She stood in front of the bathroom mirror, looked at herself, and fell into a daze again.
Since she met Song Qingluo, she had been constantly "breaking through herself," breaking out of her conservative cage, and doing many things she wouldn't have done before.
For example, wearing sexy dresses, going to nightclubs to drink, and the foolish and bold madness of last night.
She saw a blush rising on her cheeks in the mirror.
She indeed drank a lot, her emotions and actions were out of control, she could no longer restrain herself, but she did not regret it. This also gave her an explanation. She did not act casually, it was a decision made after careful consideration.
But from now on, what does this mean for them? In her view, since they had a substantial relationship, it meant they were together by default…
Suddenly, the bedroom phone rang.
She hurried to answer the call. It was Xu Man, asking if she wanted to move the morning meeting to the afternoon or another day. She was stunned for a moment before reacting. Today was Monday, and there was supposed to be a regular meeting in the morning.
It was already 9:50, and she couldn't make it in time.
Drinking caused trouble.
Wen Ruoxian silently blamed herself, quickly calmed down, and said, "Move it to three o'clock in the afternoon. I have something urgent here."
After hanging up the phone, she looked around and finally sensed something was wrong—
Several pieces of clothing were missing from the bedroom coat rack. The small mirror, Bluetooth earphones, charger, and water cup beside the nightstand were all gone—these were things Song Qingluo usually wore and used.
Where was Qingluo?
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The whole house was so quiet it hurt her ears.
Wen Ruoxian turned around and went out. She checked the living room, dining room, kitchen, and main bathroom but did not see Song Qingluo. She then went to the guest room: "Qingluo..."
The guest room looked like it had been ransacked, and was emptier than her face.
Besides the furniture, all of Song Qingluo's belongings had disappeared. It was as if no one had ever lived here. The guest room was still the guest room, cold and empty.
In the kitchen, Qingluo's favorite set of tableware was gone. On the balcony, Qingluo's underwear and bras were no longer hanging there. In the bathroom, all of Qingluo's personal care products had vanished without a trace.
Everything related to Song Qingluo was gone.
It made one wonder if she had ever lived here at all. The so-called cohabitation seemed like a long dream. Otherwise, how could there be no trace of her?
Wen Ruoxian felt inexplicably uneasy, with a bad premonition.
She picked up her phone, not bothering to search through the contact list. She directly entered the number she knew by heart on the dial pad and called, only to hear the message that the phone was turned off.
She then opened WeChat.
[Where are you? Why are all your things gone from the room?] Her fingers flew across the screen, quickly typing the message and sending it in a hurry.
A red exclamation mark appeared.
Below it, a prompt to re-add as a friend popped up.
Wen Ruoxian was stunned.
She deleted her...
Turned off the phone, moved out, and deleted her as a friend. Did she want to cut off all contact?
Why?
Obviously last night they were——
Wen Ruoxian turned back to the bedroom, quickly got dressed and ready, grabbed her bag, and left.
In the underground parking lot, she saw from a distance that two of the three connected parking spaces were empty, with only her car parked in the far right spot.
The Glacier Blue and Ice Berry Pink cars were nowhere to be seen.
She got into her own car and continued calling while driving out. After three attempts, it was still turned off. The car drove out of the garage, heading towards Green Shang Mansion…
She waited at four red lights throughout a two or three-minute drive.
Several seconds felt as long as several hours, and less than a minute felt like waiting an entire day.
Her hand on the steering wheel trembled slightly. She parked the car across from Green Shang Mansion, knowing she couldn't get in, and asked the security office to call Song Qingluo.
The call was answered almost immediately.
Turning off the phone was only for her.
Wen Ruoxian felt a pang of bitterness and grew even more anxious. She didn't understand why, overnight, the person who had been so tender beside her had so decisively cut off contact.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Wen, but the owner of unit A30 says they don't know you," the security guard said after hanging up.
“How is that possible? She’s my friend..."
"That’s what the owner said."
Author's Note:
Wen-jiejie: Pah, my wife is gone√
