Bang, bang, bang—
A series of urgent knocks on the door interrupted Xu Ruizhi, who was in the midst of a tangled dilemma.
"Damn it, just like in TV dramas and novels—always something happening at the most critical moment," Xu Ruizhi grumbled silently in frustration.
Fortunately, his mother was a heavy sleeper and didn't wake up immediately. Otherwise, he would have been in deep trouble. Xu Ruizhi quickly helped his mother put on her black lace thong, then dressed himself and wrapped a towel around his waist. Before leaving, he couldn't resist giving her soft, plump breasts a firm squeeze, savoring their supple, elastic texture before reluctantly withdrawing his hand.
"Mom, someone's at the door," Xu Ruizhi whispered, gently shaking her arm.
"Who is it?"
Yang Zhurou's drowsy voice sounded beside his ear. Her face was flushed, and her eyes were hazy as she looked at him. She had just been dreaming—a dream where a man pinned her down, bringing her an unprecedented thrill. The sensation had even made her moan in her sleep. After all, her first time had only brought the pain of losing her virginity, leaving no room to enjoy the experience of intercourse. But this dream had given her a taste of what lovemaking could feel like.
And… the man in her dream felt strangely familiar, almost like her own son, Xu Ruizhi!
Could it be…? A sudden shock ran through Yang Zhurou. She quickly checked her lower body, relieved to find nothing out of the ordinary.
Wait!
She glanced at the towel wrapped around her. It had been on for hours, yet it seemed as if someone had lifted it—her back and buttocks still held traces of warmth. Moreover, she could feel a dampness between her legs. If this wasn't a dream, then the only person who could have done this was her precious son, Xu Ruizhi!
If not for the knocking, her son might have already… Yang Zhurou's dazed eyes finally cleared, a mix of shame, anger, and a faint hint of pleasure stirring within her.
"No idea. I'll go see who it is—disturbing people's sleep in the middle of the night."
Xu Ruizhi, oblivious to his mother's expression, stood up with a look of annoyance. He turned on the light, left the room, and slowly made his way to the front door, deciding to open it first.
Creak— As Xu Ruizhi opened the door, he saw a young man standing outside. He was decent-looking, dressed in casual clothes, and appeared anxious.
"Brother Qianming, what's the matter so late at night?"
Xu Ruizhi asked, puzzled. This Qianming was one of his mother's suitors from the village, around twenty-six or twenty-seven years old. To put it bluntly, he was a simp. Despite Yang Zhurou repeatedly refusing his help, Qianming remained undeterred, persistently pursuing her and showering her with attention. Yet, his mother remained cold toward him. By calling him "brother," Xu Ruizhi was subtly reminding him that they were of the same generation—his mother was like an aunt to Qianming, so he'd better not dream of reaching for what he couldn't have.
"It's terrible! Aunt Song took sleeping pills and tried to kill herself!" Qianming said anxiously, his voice rushed as he looked at Xu Ruizhi.
"What?!"
Upon hearing Qian Ming's words, Xu Ruizhi's mind went blank with a sudden roar. Her eyes widened in shock as she grabbed Qian Ming's shoulders, her face flushed with urgency. "What did you say? How could Aunt Song commit suicide? I spoke with her just a few days ago, and she seemed perfectly fine!"
"I don't know. Aunt Song was found by her colleague, who also called 120. She might know what happened. Aunt Song is still in the hospital undergoing emergency treatment. She asked for you and your mother to come quickly!" Qian Ming replied anxiously.
"Then let's hurry—" Xu Ruizhi said urgently, turning to rush outside, but before she could finish her sentence, her mother hurried out of the bedroom.
"I heard you say Lianwei attempted suicide?" Yang Zhurong's eyes instantly reddened as she looked at Qian Ming with concern. Song Lianwei was her closest friend, someone she could confide in about anything.
Song Lianwei had grown up in poverty. At the age of six, she suffered from a high fever that lasted for two days, leaving her family in an even more dire financial situation. Her father, desperate to pay for her medical treatment, resorted to selling his blood. Although they managed to cover the costs, the money was soon exhausted. A little over a year later, due to unsanitary conditions during the blood collection, her father contracted AIDS and passed away.
Her mother, infected with AIDS from her father, struggled to care for Song Lianwei for five or six years before she, too, passed away.
It was easy to imagine the hardships Song Lianwei endured during her childhood. During that time, her classmates mocked her, calling her a jinx who had brought misfortune to both her parents. Even though she had been tested and confirmed not to have AIDS, her peers and their parents still avoided her, treating her as a harbinger of bad luck.
It was then that Yang Zhurong appeared. Without any prejudice, she befriended Song Lianwei, and the two quickly became inseparable.
After Yang Zhurong gave birth to Xu Ruizhi, Song Lianwei adored him, pouring all her love into caring for him. When Xu Ruizhi's father died in a car accident, Song Lianwei often came to help Yang Zhurong raise him, and the two women leaned on each other for support.
"Zhurong... Auntie!" Qian Ming's eyes lit up at the sight of his goddess. He had been pursuing Yang Zhurong for a long time but had never succeeded. She even made him address her as "Auntie," which embarrassed him greatly. Now, seeing her again, his heart raced with excitement and joy.
Yang Zhurong had already changed into a white knit sweater and black shorts, her hair casually draped over her chest and shoulders, exuding a charming grace. Standing before his goddess, Qian Ming's heart beat even faster, his face flushing red.
"Mom, Aunt Song is in the hospital undergoing emergency treatment. We need to hurry," Xu Ruizhi said, glancing at his mother.
"Alright, let's go quickly," Yang Zhurong nodded urgently, grabbing Xu Ruizhi's wrist as they hurried outside.
...
In a private hospital in the city center, the lights were bright, and the air was thick with the smell of disinfectant.
"Nurse, how is Song Lianwei doing?"
Yang Zhurou and Xu Ruizhi rushed into the hospital in a hurry. Once inside, they spotted a nurse sitting on a bench outside the emergency room. Yang Zhurou anxiously asked, "Has she stabilized yet? She..." The nurse removed her mask, glanced at Yang Zhurou, and was about to respond when someone called her. She quickly turned and hurried back into the emergency room.
"You're here?"
At that moment, a figure emerged—a youthful and lovely face, appearing to be around twenty years old. She wore a blue-gray office suit, looking both capable and beautiful, though her expression was filled with worry.
"You must be... Lianwei's colleague?" Yang Zhurou couldn't help but ask as she looked at the pretty young woman before her.
"Yes, hello. I'm Dr. Song's assistant, Ye Sitong. I tried calling you earlier using Dr. Song's phone while she was in emergency care, but your phone was off. Luckily, I ran into someone named Qian Ming, who said you were from the same village, so I asked him to notify you."
Ye Sitong explained as she looked at Yang Zhurou.
"Thank you. If it weren't for you calling the ambulance in time, Lianwei would probably be... sigh." Yang Zhurou's expression darkened as she spoke, her voice filled with gratitude toward Ye Sitong.
"You're too kind."
Ye Sitong waved her hand and said, "Actually, I was just there to pick up some thesis materials from Dr. Song. I never expected to find her collapsed on the floor as soon as I entered, with a bottle of sleeping pills beside her. I was terrified and immediately called an ambulance to bring her here."
As she spoke, Ye Sitong's expression shifted slightly. She rummaged through her bag, pulled out a piece of paper, and handed it to Yang Zhurou. "This is Dr. Song's inheritance agreement for you. I found it on the table. Please take a look."
Upon hearing Ye Sitong's words, Yang Zhurou took the will and began reading.
The will clearly stated that all of Song Lianwei's assets belonged to Yang Zhurou and Xu Ruizhi, totaling over four million yuan, including a property in the Fifth Ring of the capital.
"Dr. Song was always so frugal. She never spent much on herself, even though she earned hundreds of thousands a year. She never bought anything expensive, not even slightly luxurious brand-name clothes. After completing her Ph.D., because of her outstanding academic performance, she received national awards and scholarships and directly joined the Ministry of Science and Technology. Now, her salary has reached five hundred thousand yuan, and the state even rewarded her with an apartment, saying that Dr. Song had made significant contributions to the country and deserved such treatment. Her salary is also set to increase soon."
Ye Sitong explained to Yang Zhurou after she finished reading the will.
"Sigh, life has been so hard on her."
After listening to Ye Sitong, Yang Zhurou sighed and said, "I know Lianwei has always been a very strong-willed woman, ever since she was young. No matter how difficult things got, she would grit her teeth and persevere, never bowing to anyone. That's how she managed to come this far."
Just then, the door to the emergency room was pushed open.
"Are the patient's family members here?" A doctor wearing a mask stepped out and asked Yang Zhurou.
"I'm her family. How is she doing? Please tell me, Doctor." Hearing this, Yang Zhurou quickly stepped forward.
"Fortunately, she was brought in promptly. The patient is currently out of immediate danger, but she remains unconscious. You can go see her now. Later, we'll transfer her to the intensive care unit."
The doctor spoke to Yang Zhurou, her voice tinged with weariness.
"When will she wake up?" Yang Zhurou asked, relieved by the doctor's words.
"Well... that depends. It could be as soon as a few days, or it might take around half a month. After all, she took quite a large dose of sleeping pills. Thankfully, we were able to intervene in time, otherwise..." The doctor glanced back at Song Lianwei lying on the hospital bed, shook her head, and turned to Yang Zhurou again. "The patient needs rest now. It would be best if you could stay and care for her in the ward for a while. She really needs you right now. I'll take my leave."
"Alright, thank you, Doctor." Yang Zhurou nodded with a grateful smile. The doctor acknowledged her with a nod before turning to leave.
Xu Ruizhi, Yang Zhurou, and Ye Sitong approached the bed, looking down at the unconscious Song Lianwei.
Song Lianwei's face was pale, her lips thin, her eyelashes long and delicate, her nose straight and elegant, and her skin fair and smooth. Her mature, beautiful face exuded a composed and capable aura, like a rose in bud—vibrant and captivating. Her hair cascaded over the pillow, making her appear particularly pitiable.
Song Lianwei, thirty years old, just a year younger than Yang Zhurou, was her middle school classmate. Aside from Yang Zhurou, her close friend, she had always been quiet, independent, and resilient during their school years. With excellent grades, she had consistently earned the admiration of her teachers.
"Sitong, why would Aunt Song suddenly think of taking her own life?"
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