bestfiction Chapter 176 She Awakens
Chapter 176 She Awakens
"I barely escaped with my life, but I couldn't save my father..."
Bai Yu's voice was low and hoarse as he lowered his head in sorrow, consumed by self-reproach...
"I am sorry for your loss."
Fu Shiyue remained silent for a long time, as if time itself had frozen at that moment.
Finally, he slowly opened his mouth and uttered those four words in a low and solemn voice.
His heart was filled with doubt and unease. All of this happened too suddenly and too coincidentally, which made him suspicious.
Two days ago, the two of them disappeared without a trace, but then, news of Bai Chuhua's death suddenly came.
Fu Shiyue stared at Bai Yu, looking at his pale face and lifeless body, and an indescribable feeling welled up in his heart.
He felt that this matter was definitely not that simple, and that there must be some unknown secret hidden behind it.
He began to recall Bai Chuhua's unusual behavior over the past two days, trying to find some clues or hints.
However, the more he thought about it, the more suspicious he felt it was.
Where did the folder of documents I gave to Bai Chuhua go? It seemed to have vanished into thin air, along with all its contents. And those contents were all about Bai Yu's secrets, including a recording pen!
How exactly did Bai Chuhua die? This remains a mystery.
Was his death somehow related to Bai Yuhua? After all, everything in that folder was related to Bai Yu.
However, one thing is certain: all of this is definitely related to Bai Yu.
"Did your father ever handle a document before he passed away?" Fu Shiyue suddenly asked.
He suddenly looked up, stared at Fu Shiyue, and asked with a suspicious expression, "What document?"
Fu Shiyue stared intently into Bai Yu's eyes, trying to discern a flaw from his expression.
Bai Yu looked blank, as if he really didn't know what he was talking about. "It's that folder of documents I gave to your father. It contains very important things," Fu Shiyue said, emphasizing his words. He frowned slightly and shook his head. "I haven't heard my father mention it. Perhaps it was lost in the chaos."
Fu Shiyue sneered inwardly, but remained outwardly calm.
He stood up and paced around the room, pondering his next move.
Suddenly, he stopped in front of Bai Yu. "Bai Yu, I hope you can tell me the truth: is your father's death related to you? And where is that document?" Bai Yu still looked innocent. "President Fu, what do you mean by this? My father just passed away, and I am devastated. Yet you suspect me. This is too disheartening."
Fu Shiyue watched his performance but did not expose him immediately.
He decided to investigate Bai Yu secretly, determined to find out the truth and retrieve that crucial document.
"Alright, you go back and rest first. I'll look after her. If you want to visit her, you're welcome anytime. I hope you won't do anything underhanded."
He met Fu Shiyue's gaze and said, "Mr. Fu, what do you mean by this? What underhanded tricks could I possibly do? My father is gone now, and I only have Weiwei as my family. How could I possibly do anything to my own family?"
Fu Shiyue sneered, "That's for the best."
After Bai Yu left, Fu Shiyue immediately ordered his men to investigate Bai Yu's whereabouts. He knew that Bai Yu was definitely not simple. At the same time, he also sent people to search for the missing file folder, leaving no stone unturned.
At the hospital, Fu Shiyue stayed by her bedside, looking at her pale face, his heart filled with heartache.
He secretly vowed to find out the truth.
When Bai Yu returned home and closed the door, the innocence on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a sinister smile.
"Fu Shiyue, do you think I would hand over this so easily? This is my bargaining chip for turning things around," he muttered to himself.
Just then, his phone rang, and a mysterious voice came through: "Bai Yu, how's it going? Did you get the information?" Bai Yu smiled and said, "Don't worry, everything is under my control."
The person on the other end of the phone seemed uneasy and pressed further, "Has Fu Shiyue become suspicious of you?"
Bai Yu scoffed dismissively, "He suspects me but can't prove it was me. Without evidence, he can't do anything to me. I've already destroyed all the documents; he won't be able to find them."
The mysterious man warned, "You'd better not try anything funny. If things go wrong, you'll be in big trouble too." A hint of displeasure flashed in Bai Yu's eyes, but he still said respectfully, "I understand. When the time is right, I will take Bai Wei with me."
The mysterious person's tone implied that Bai Yu should deal with the Fu family, as they shared a common enemy: the Fu family.
Meanwhile, Fu Shiyue's subordinates quickly reported that Bai Yu had been frequently in contact with some mysterious people recently.
Fu Shiyue realized that Bai Yu might have a powerful force behind him. He decided to speed up the investigation and not let Bai Yu succeed.
In this quiet ward, Bai Wei lay quietly on the bed. Everything around her seemed so peaceful, as if time had frozen at this moment.
Suddenly, her previously lifeless fingers trembled slightly. This subtle movement went unnoticed by anyone, but Bai Wei herself sensed the change.
Her consciousness slowly began to awaken from the chaos.
At first, her vision was very blurry, as if through a thick fog, and she could only vaguely see the ceiling above her head. The white ceiling appeared somewhat hazy in her eyes, as if it were gently covered by a thin veil, making it difficult to see clearly.
Bai Wei's consciousness gradually returned during this process, and she began to observe her surroundings. She found herself lying on a soft bed, the room simply and neatly furnished. Her gaze wandered, finally settling on the bedside table, on which sat a water glass.
She instinctively reached out to touch the water glass, her fingers trembling slightly as she slowly extended her hand. However, just as she was about to touch it, she accidentally…
Her hand suddenly lost control, and the water glass slipped off the cabinet, crashing to the ground with a "bang" and shattering into countless pieces.
The crisp sound broke the silence of the ward. Fu Shiyue saw this scene on the monitor, his heart tightened, and he immediately rushed to the ward.
He pushed open the door and saw the broken glass on the ground and Bai Wei trying to get up. He walked over to her in a few quick steps.
"Be careful of the glass." Fu Shiyue picked her up and placed her on the inside of the bed, then carefully checked her for any scratches.
Bai Wei was still a little confused. She stared at Fu Shiyue, who had suddenly appeared, for a while before she came to her senses.
"Why weren't you more careful when you woke up?" Fu Shiyue's tone was reproachful, but even more so, it was full of heartache. He squatted down and carefully cleaned up the shards of glass on the ground.
Bai Wei stared at him, a strange, indescribable feeling welling up inside her. His figure blurred in her eyes, as if overlapping with someone from her memory.
"Why did you do this..." Bai Wei murmured to herself, her voice as soft as a feather. Her gaze fell on his figure as he squatted on the ground tidying up.
Those familiar movements and postures were like a key, slowly unlocking the door to her long-sealed memories deep within her heart.
She recalled every little detail of the past, the laughter and tears, the warmth and the pain.
Her name is Ye Xingran, also known as Bai Wei, but Bai Wei is her real name.
Now, facing this man before her, all the memories flooded back like a tide. She thought of the time they had spent together, the beautiful moments, and the unforgettable regrets.
The name Ye Xingran carries a hidden past. When she was brought back to Yunmeng, this name, like a mysterious seed, was quietly planted in her life.
She knew nothing about the origin of the name.
At first, Lu Fei told her a white lie, saying that he was her father's friend and that because her father had an emergency and could not come, he had temporarily taken her in to take care of her.
However, fate played a cruel joke on this little girl.
Shortly after she arrived in Yunmeng, a sudden and serious illness struck, plunging her into a coma. With a persistent high fever, she seemed to be possessed by a demon, her life hanging by a thread.
Fortunately, she eventually managed to pull herself back from the brink of death.
But when she opened her eyes, her memory was completely blank.
She forgot her past, forgot everything that once was.
The only thing that remained in her mind was the name Lu Fei had told her—Ye Xingran.
This name became her only connection to the past, and it became her identity.
Fu Shiyue finished cleaning the glass, straightened up, and noticed that Bai Wei seemed a little dazed. "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
He asked with concern. Bai Wei came back to her senses and shook her head. "I'm fine, I just remembered some things from the past." Fu Shiyue sat down on the edge of the bed and took her hand. "The past is the past. Now I'm here with you." Bai Wei looked at him, her eyes filled with complicated emotions.
"Where's my dad?" Bai Wei asked.
A hint of hesitation flashed in Fu Shiyue's eyes. "He died... He ultimately couldn't pull through."
Bai Wei's body froze instantly. "You... what did you say? How could he be dead? Are you lying to me?..."
"Why? Why did this happen? What on earth happened?" she murmured in disbelief, her lips trembling slightly.
Her mind went blank; she was completely unable to accept this cruel reality—during her coma, when she finally woke up, she discovered that her father was dead!
Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her throat, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on her forehead.
She gripped the bedside armrest tightly, her fingers turning white from the force, as if only this could calm her down a little.
After a while, she finally came to her senses, took a deep breath, tried to calm herself down, and then asked in a slightly hoarse voice, "How long have I been unconscious?"
The nurse standing to the side glanced at her and replied softly, "Two months."
"Aran, I'm sorry..."