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Chapter 645: Found, Alive

Chapter 645: Chapter 645: Found, Alive

Here is the English translation:

Jiang Bei’s words successfully jolted Su Mu out of her daze. She shifted her gaze to Qiqi on the hospital bed and noticed that her eyes were indeed open. However, cautiousness and wariness were clearly evident in her expression, as if she was prepared to defend herself at any moment.

This stance pierced the softest part of Su Mu’s heart. She gripped Qiqi’s hand tightly:

"Qiqi, it’s Mommy. You’re back now, and Mommy’s here with you. You won’t ever be hurt again."

Su Mu had assumed that Qiqi’s condition was just the result of not realizing she was safe yet. If that were the case, her words should have calmed her down and helped her relax. But even after Su Mu finished speaking, Qiqi remained unchanged. She still held her defensive posture and even withdrew her hand from Su Mu’s grasp.

Su Mu suddenly panicked. She stood up from her chair, leaning on her arms to position herself directly above Qiqi. She looked at this child who had endured so much suffering with immense sorrow, her eyes involuntarily reddening:

"Qiqi, don’t you recognize Mommy? I’m Wooden. Have you forgotten? Or are you blaming Mommy? Blaming me for not protecting you well enough, for taking so long to find you? Qiqi, Mommy was wrong. Mommy truly understands her mistake now. You..."

Perhaps it was Qiqi’s state, or maybe it was the lack of news about Fu Shinian that Su Mu had been suppressing, but Qiqi’s estrangement acted like a spark, igniting the emotions she’d been bottling up. This cascade of emotion overtook her, unnoticed even by herself, but Jiang Bei had clearly seen her losing control.

Jiang Bei quickly pulled her away from the bedside:

"Susu, calm down. Qiqi’s current state needs steady recovery. You’re scaring her like this."

Su Mu certainly knew this, but it seemed she had lost control. Her trembling hands betrayed her disorientation—she didn’t even know what she was thinking at the moment. Her heavy breathing was an attempt to alleviate the turmoil and inequity in her heart. Jiang Bei watched Su Mu with a heart full of sorrow.

So many burdens, all shouldered by her alone.

She patted Su Mu on the shoulder:

"Go wash your face. I’ll talk to Qiqi."

Su Mu glanced back at Qiqi but said no more, walking directly to the restroom nearby.

Jiang Bei waited until Su Mu’s figure disappeared at the doorway before slowly approaching Qiqi. She was still lying as she was earlier, her eyes open and her guarded expression unchanged. She was just a child under 4 years old, yet at this moment, her gaze seemed to brim only with the world’s cruelty.

Qiqi’s state was far worse than Jiang Bei had anticipated. Originally, she’d believed the wounds in her heart were hard to heal, and her psychological trauma even harder to overcome. But she’d at least recognize those close to her, feel comforted by her dearest ones. Yet Qiqi remained wary of everyone, including her own mother.

She didn’t speak, leaving Jiang Bei uncertain whether she couldn’t remember or whether she simply resisted their closeness.

"Qiqi, do you remember me?"

Qiqi stared at Jiang Bei, her eyes unchanging and silent.

Jiang Bei gave a faint smile:

"You’ve been sleeping for a long time. You haven’t eaten in days, surviving on IV drips. Let me get you something to eat, okay? Just a little bit."

Qiqi didn’t nod, but she didn’t refuse either.

"If you don’t say anything, I’ll take that as agreement. I’ll go now, alright?"

Qiqi still said nothing. Jiang Bei straightened up and reached out to touch Qiqi, but Qiqi tilted her head away. Jiang Bei’s hand froze mid-motion but she didn’t mind, understanding this child’s perspective.

Jiang Bei messaged Qiao Yu, who came up soon with the doctor. Jiang Bei stopped them at the door and briefly explained Qiqi’s situation to them. Qiao Yu frowned slightly, but Jiang Bei said no more, simply adding:

"I’ll get some food for Qiqi. Stay here for now. With Susu in such poor condition, I’m not comfortable leaving her alone with Qiqi."

Qiao Yu glanced at Jiang Bei’s belly:

"Why don’t you stay here? I’ll go get it."

Jiang Bei shook her head:

"I want to step out and walk for a bit."

These overlapping events felt like a massive weight pressing on everyone’s chest. They all needed a chance to breathe. Qiao Yu understood this and simply nodded: "Alright, be careful."

"Don’t worry."

Qiqi remained silent, and her test results couldn’t confirm whether she’d lost her memory or was merely psychologically resistant. But there was one piece of good news: Qiqi was out of danger. Judging from her overall condition, aside from uncertainties regarding memory, there didn’t appear to be any other residual damage to her brain.

Perhaps this was what they call misfortune amidst fortune.

The doctor left just as Su Mu emerged from the restroom, her eyes red beyond recognition, making it clear she’d cried heavily inside. Qiao Yu sighed inwardly and spoke:

"Qiqi’s attending physician came by earlier. He said there’s no major issue anymore, and she’s out of danger. As for her silence, that will take time."

Su Mu nodded: "Thank you."

For a moment, Qiao Yu wanted to talk to Su Mu about Fu Shinian. If Fu Shinian’s absence was a tumor in Su Mu’s heart, then—be it removed or faced—it was something that needed resolving. Otherwise, it would forever remain her trigger point.

But seeing Su Mu trying her hardest to endure, Qiao Yu couldn’t bear to confront her with it.

Maybe holding onto small embers of hope was what kept her going, what prevented her from collapsing, kept her standing.

"Jiang Bei went to buy food; I’ll stay here and talk to Qiqi."

Qiao Yu sat in the chair by the bed, looking at Qiqi, whose gaze was fixed on the ceiling. Ever since the doctor examined her, she’d been this way—staring blankly, motionless. Minutes passed, and she hadn’t moved, not even blinking, as if she hadn’t truly awakened.

Qiao Yu didn’t let the thickness of her silence weigh him down. He simply sat there, smiling gently, speaking to her as though chatting with an old friend:

"Qiqi, do you know? We’ve missed you terribly these days. When you disappeared, everyone went mad searching for you. I don’t know what others thought, but I thought to myself: Qiqi is such a sharp young lady. When she first met me, she said I was handsome, totally captivated by my looks. If someone like that acknowledges my charm, I must treat her like a princess. After all, plenty of people see I’m handsome, but there’s not many as direct and blunt as you. So, I had to find you."

"Let me tell you a secret." Qiao Yu leaned closer to Qiqi, lowering his voice so only the two of them could hear: "Your Wooden seems normal now, doesn’t she? But if you’d seen her searching for you... she looked completely insane, almost like a lunatic. Kind of like you look now—unrecognizing everyone—except she only cared about finding you. But she’s not entirely okay either. Did you see her eyes? All swollen and red—she was crying nonstop in the restroom earlier."

Qiao Yu spoke to Qiqi for a long time, but she remained unresponsive. Not until Jiang Bei returned, placing the porridge she’d bought on the bedside table. Qiao Yu didn’t step back but smiled faintly:

"Let me handle it."

Jiang Bei didn’t argue and let him take over caring for Qiqi. Su Mu stood off to the side, staring blankly, her exhaustion glaringly evident. Although she’d been eating and sleeping as usual these past days, her sleep quality had been abysmal to the point of insignificance. She had visibly lost weight—instantaneously, it seemed—and had grown emaciated to the verge of being unrecognizable.

Jiang Bei pulled Su Mu out of the room and guided her to a bench outside the ward. Since returning from the pier, this was the first time Su Mu had left the room. She didn’t resist nor show any emotion, moving like a manipulated puppet being led to sit, her head leaning against the wall, her eyes vacant as she stared ahead. Her look almost mirrored Qiqi’s inside.

Jiang Bei had intended to talk to Su Mu, about anything, so long as it got her to voice something. She didn’t want Su Mu to quietly bottle everything up. But seeing her downcast demeanor made Jiang Bei realize that whatever she said now was unlikely to reach her; Su Mu wouldn’t even register her presence, let alone engage with it. It seemed Su Mu might even be unaware of her surroundings.

Sighing softly, Jiang Bei leaned her own head against the wall. She felt entirely drained. Her pregnancy had noticeably advanced, and Ji Nanfeng had repeatedly told her to rest more. But the current situation didn’t allow her to pause—even if she were home, she’d be wrought with worry anyway.

Her thoughts wandered far away, finding their way to Fu Shinian. She recalled the things he’d told her before leaving, as if he’d foreseen such an outcome. Yet, he hadn’t instructed her how to navigate Su Mu’s heartbreak or despair.

"Xiaobei, you should go home."

Su Mu’s sudden words startled Jiang Bei out of her reverie. Jiang Bei sat up, glancing at Su Mu who hadn’t moved, and nearly thought she was hearing things. But Su Mu repeated:

"Your due date is near. Think about yourself and your baby. I can’t take care of you right now, and I don’t want you worrying me."

Su Mu didn’t look at Jiang Bei, but her words inexplicably brought tears to Jiang Bei’s eyes. She tried to laugh:

"You can still worry about me?"

"I’m just too tired to speak or deal with everyone—not entirely indifferent to everything around me," Su Mu replied softly before turning her head to meet Jiang Bei’s gaze. "Really, go back."

"I don’t want to go back," Jiang Bei admitted truthfully. "Even though my relationship with Ji Nanfeng has improved a lot, that house still suffocates me. Instead of feeling bad at home, I’d rather stay here with you and Qiqi. It actually cheers me up. And besides, if I go into labor here at the hospital, isn’t it more convenient?"

Su Mu wanted to say something else, but Jiang Bei’s phone suddenly rang. She glanced at the caller ID, chuckled, then looked at Su Mu:

"It’s Wei Shaoqin. He’s been worried about you to the point where he doesn’t dare talk to you directly. He’s been calling me nonstop these days—no fewer than five calls a day—it’s driving me crazy."

If Su Mu had been in a lighter mood, she might have picked up the call for Jiang Bei. But right now, she clearly wasn’t up for it, so she remained silent as Jiang Bei stood and walked to a corner to answer the phone. Su Mu didn’t question Jiang Bei’s choice to step away; she knew Wei Shaoqin hadn’t given up searching for Fu Shinian.

Perhaps distancing herself was Jiang Bei’s attempt to protect Su Mu from bad news. After all, four days had passed since the explosion, and Fu Shinian seemed to have vanished, leaving no trace.

Su Mu had gradually regained composure over the past few days. She’d repeatedly considered what her life might look like if Fu Shinian never returned. Could she live on—with Qiqi by her side? Was that even possible?

Su Mu hadn’t confided in anyone, but facing Qiqi made her feel an ever-present reluctance. Being with Qiqi inevitably brought thoughts of Fu Shinian: his reckless bravery, his uncertain fate.

The potential news of Fu Shinian stirred something undefined within her—not quite longing, nor quite avoidance. So when Jiang Bei answered the call, Su Mu instinctively turned away, though her ears keenly picked up every nuance, afraid of missing anything.

"What did you say?!" Jiang Bei’s sudden outburst made Su Mu forget herself. She quickly stood up and moved toward Jiang Bei, who hurriedly ended the call:

"Alright, send me the location. We’ll head over right now."

Jiang Bei didn’t elaborate further, but Su Mu, hearing those words, broke into a faint smile. Jiang Bei hung up, turned to Su Mu, and after a few seconds walked over to tightly hold her hand:

"I’ll go with you."

Wei Shaoqin hadn’t just informed Jiang Bei. Qiao Yu, Ji Nanfeng, and Rong Shen had all been notified one by one. So when Qiao Yu ran out of the ward excitedly, the three of them exchanged knowing smiles. However, with Qiqi unable to be left unattended, they decided Jiang Bei would stay behind. The location Wei Shaoqin mentioned wasn’t nearby—it was in a county town some distance away. A long journey wouldn’t be ideal for Jiang Bei’s condition.

Jiang Bei accepted this arrangement readily. After all, receiving this news was already a blessing.

Several cars met at the highway entrance. Without wasting time, they quickly merged onto the freeway. Su Mu sat in Qiao Yu’s car, clutching her fists so tightly her knuckles had turned pale. Qiao Yu glanced at her and smiled:

"No need to be nervous. You’ll see him soon."

Su Mu gave a self-deprecating smile: "It feels like a dream."

"It’s not a dream. He’s alive."

Half an hour earlier, Wei Shaoqin had said the same words to each of them over the phone: "I found Fu Shinian. He’s alive."