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Chapter 627: Will Always Be with You

Chapter 627: Chapter 627: Will Always Be with You

After all the commotion, both Su Mu and Fu Shinian inevitably fell ill. The two of them had high fevers that lasted all night and only subsided near noon. Overwhelmed by the fatigue and tension of the past few days, Fu Shinian was finally knocked down by the sudden onset of illness, but it granted him a rare, peaceful sleep.

However, the dreams didn’t stop, coupled with the soreness from the fever and cold, so when he woke up, he felt anything but comfortable.

Turning his head back, he saw Su Mu was still hooked up to an IV, sleeping soundly. Fu Shinian glanced at the clock—it was already close to 11 a.m. He had been asleep and wasn’t yet sure if there had been any progress from the police or Rong Shen’s side today, so he carefully got out of bed.

His throat itched unbearably, but he held back the urge to cough until he stepped out of the bedroom and shut the door behind him. Only then did he let himself cough, uncontrollably. Perhaps the noise was too loud, as Qiao Yu appeared at the stairway moments later, seeing Fu Shinian leaning against the wall near the master bedroom. He stepped closer:

"Why did you get up?"

"I woke up and couldn’t fall back asleep." Fu Shinian’s voice was hoarse, probably due to the fever, and speaking was slightly painful, but he didn’t pay much attention to it. He looked at Qiao Yu and asked, "How is it?"

Qiao Yu thought he was asking about Su Mu:

"Nothing serious. Su Mu’s health is weaker than yours, combined with her recent condition, so she won’t recover as quickly. But there’s no big issue."

Fu Shinian said:

"I was asking about news of Qiqi."

Qiao Yu looked at Fu Shinian and stayed silent. But this silence was already an answer to Fu Shinian, who remained still for a few seconds before heading toward the study. Qiao Yu followed behind, saying: "You’re already this sick—can’t you take better care of yourself? Any updates, we’ll inform you immediately. Don’t push yourself so hard."

"I’m not pushing myself." Fu Shinian sat behind the desk, picked up the cigarette box, and was about to light a cigarette when Qiao Yu snatched it away: "Do you even know how bad your throat is right now?"

The pain was something Fu Shinian was well aware of. But lately, smoking had somehow become his inseparable companion. Though it couldn’t truly disperse the heaviness in his heart, it could at least alleviate it to some degree.

However, since Qiao Yu stopped him, Fu Shinian didn’t insist. He picked up his phone and called Rong Shen and the police, respectively. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Qiao Yu’s updates; he simply wanted concrete answers about whether there were any other possible solutions regarding Qiqi.

Rong Shen’s response remained the same: "I’m going to say something unpleasant, so don’t take it to heart. This matter has already cost me so much effort and pushed me to the brink. To be honest, even if you told me to give up right now, it wouldn’t happen. Alive, I need to see her. Dead, I need to find her body."

The words were indeed unpleasant, but Fu Shinian didn’t get angry. So much time had passed since Qiqi disappeared that his inner balance had already tipped toward the worst outcome. Even though the thought of it made breathing unbearably painful every time, there was nothing he could do about it.

Everyone believed that since Qin Nianwan had come to trouble him and Su Mu, Qiqi should be safe. But with nearly 20 days passed, Qin Nianwan had remained utterly patient without offering any clues. Perhaps they had misjudged her intentions. It was possible that Qin Nianwan’s real goal was simply to target the people most important to them.

If this was truly the case, then it was likely Qiqi would never return.

Perhaps emotions genuinely affect the body. Fu Shinian, whose constitution was usually strong, needed almost a whole week to recover from this cold. Surprisingly, Su Mu recovered much faster than he did—in about three days, her symptoms had disappeared without a trace.

During these days, Su Mu took care of all of Fu Shinian’s meals and routines. Ever since she vented her feelings in the parking lot, it seemed she had completely awakened. She was still not much of a talker, but she was clearly different from how she had been in the preceding weeks.

"Your illness just cleared up too; you shouldn’t be doing all this. Let Auntie Lin and the others handle it."

Su Mu carried a bowl of plain rice porridge from the tray and placed it in front of Fu Shinian: "It’s okay. I don’t know what else to do anyway."

Fu Shinian didn’t respond further, nor did he know how to comfort her anymore. From his initial reassurance of "We’ll definitely find Qiqi" to the later vow of "I’ll give it everything I’ve got," the changes in his mindset during this time were something no one understood better than the two of them.

Comfort—it wasn’t much use now.

Fu Shinian found the rice porridge tasteless as he ate it. While porridge itself was plain by nature, the real lack of flavor came from within. He still couldn’t bring himself to discuss with Su Mu the possibility of Qiqi never returning—he couldn’t before, and he couldn’t now.

But as time crept by, Fu Shinian knew this was a question they would have to face sooner or later.

Soon, perhaps, they wouldn’t be able to avoid it at all. Even Rong Shen and the police wouldn’t keep searching endlessly—after all, police resources weren’t allocated solely for their family.

At that time...

"Susu." Fu Shinian stopped what he was doing but didn’t look at Su Mu, his voice soft as he spoke: "Have you... ever thought about..."

"The possibility that Qiqi might never come back?" Su Mu interrupted him: "Is that what you mean?"

Fu Shinian looked at Su Mu, but her gaze was fixed on the view outside. The temperature outside kept dropping; the snow from a week earlier still hadn’t melted. Yet, being on the second floor and seated by the bed, Su Mu couldn’t see the snow—her view was limited to a few bare branches. There seemed to be wind outside; she watched as the branches swayed.

Fu Shinian studied her for a few seconds, then placed the bowl on the bedside table next to him. He hesitated before gently holding Su Mu’s hand:

"Neither of us wants to accept this reality, nor can we. But it’s been almost a month now, and Qin Nianwan hasn’t contacted us at all. No matter how much we don’t want to think about it, we’re going to have to prepare for the worst."

"I know." Su Mu’s response was calm, her eyes unwavering: "I had that feeling the day Qiqi went missing. At the time, I told myself I was just being paranoid. But now, after so much time has passed, almost all other thoughts seem to have faded, leaving just this one, crystal clear."

Fu Shinian felt a lump in his throat. After a moment, he asked: "Then you..."

"My plans? I don’t have any. I have some preparations, but I’m not sure what I’d actually do. Until the final moment arrives, no one knows. Even if I told you now that I’d be fine, you probably wouldn’t believe me, would you?"

Fu Shinian tightened his grip on Su Mu’s hand:

"No matter what, I’ll stay with you."

Su Mu’s gaze slowly shifted to him. After a few seconds, she remained expressionless, offering no comment on his words. She simply said: "Let’s go see Grandma."