GV – Chapter 95

Ye Yuhuan was “Song Zhiqing.”

Or rather, if a “Song Zhiqing” truly existed in this world, it would be Ye Yuhuan.

After returning from M Country, these two sentences echoed back and forth in Song Zhiqing’s mind. After consulting with Fidel Lopez for several days, Song Zhiqing was finally able to confirm it.

She couldn’t quite describe how she felt.

But she started taking her medication again.

Booking the earliest flight, Song Zhiqing landed in A-City late at night.

Because of those two sentences, Song Zhiqing’s mind was filled with nothing but Ye Yuhuan. The moment her hands touched the steering wheel, she couldn’t help but wonder, Where is “Song Zhiqing” right now?

Oh, no, it’s Ye Yuhuan.

She’d be happier if I called her that, right? Or would it be better to call her Ye Mo?

Lost in thought, she drove toward Ye Yuhuan’s home.

It was late at night, so by the time Song Zhiqing arrived, it was already the early hours of the morning. She couldn’t drive into the residential complex, so she had to park on the side of the road, roll down the window, and wait anxiously.

One moment, she would open the car door and get out to look at the building where Ye Yuhuan lived.

The next, she would feel like a total creep and retreat back into the car in shame.

Less than half an hour later, she opened the car door again.

After she repeated this several times, a security guard finally came out to check on the situation.

“Miss, are you here to see someone?”

“Yes.”

“Then you can give her a call. We need permission from a resident to let you in.”

Hearing this, Song Zhiqing gave the guard a strange look. She lit up her phone screen to show him the time. “She’s sleeping right now. How could I possibly disturb her?”

The guard’s expression froze for a moment, then he smiled. “Alright, then let’s wait until your partner wakes up.”

“But the temperature is quite low at night. For your health, you should probably wait in your car.”

Song Zhiqing nodded, then quickly shook her head. “No, I don’t think I can control myself.”

The guard let out a breath and continued to smile. “Then please make sure to stay warm.”

Good heavens, this woman pacing back and forth looks just like a scene from a horror movie!

To be honest, with her long, loose hair, pale face, all-black attire, and quick movements at this hour, Song Zhiqing’s appearance would certainly give any passerby some unsettling ideas. But she was clearly so lost in her own emotions that she was completely unaware of anything amiss, and for the three hours until dawn, she never once settled down.

It wasn’t until the first ray of sunlight illuminated her anxious face that she suddenly realized she couldn’t see Ye Yuhuan like this.

Showing up empty-handed would be far too rude!

Song Zhiqing quickly jumped back into her car and drove for ten kilometers until she finally found a flower shop that was open.

She got out without locking the door and stormed into the shop, her aggressive demeanor and black clothes making her look like she was there to cause trouble.

Song Zhiqing enunciated each word clearly, “I want the freshest, most beautiful roses.”

The shop owner, who was about to mop the floor: “?????”

“Um, I’m sorry, but it’s too early. The freshest flowers haven’t been delivered yet. If you’re not in a hurry, could you wait a bit?”

Song Zhiqing refused with a serious expression. “I am in a hurry. She’s going to wake up soon.”

The shop owner: “…”

The owner sized up this strangely dressed and spoken woman. Seeing the heavy dark circles under her eyes, she figured the woman probably hadn’t slept all night.

Probably driven mad by love?

Oh well, who hasn’t been there? The owner sighed with understanding and said, “I’ve grown some myself. Wait a moment, and I’ll cut a few for you.”

Song Zhiqing broke into a wide smile. “Thank you so much!”

“Hey, I still have to charge you!”

“I’ll give you a lot of money.”

The owner wiped away some sweat. This person was really strange. She waved her hand and turned to go into the back room. “The normal price is fine.”

In the end, Song Zhiqing still paid double the market price for the bouquet. The owner felt bad about it, so she spritzed the flowers with water mixed with rose perfume, making the bouquet look and smell exceptionally fresh.

Her spirits lifted, Song Zhiqing returned to her post at the entrance of Ye Yuhuan’s complex. When she arrived, she first glanced at Ye Yuhuan’s building.

Hmm, I can’t tell which window is hers.

Song Zhiqing could only lower her head and look at the flowers in her arms. She had finally regained some confidence for this meeting.

However, the first person from the Ye family to see Song Zhiqing wasn’t Ye Yuhuan, but Ye Chu, who had been sent out to buy breakfast—Ye Yuhuan’s terrible cooking skills were a contribution from both her parents.

As a painter who cared about his appearance, Ye Chu was well-dressed even when just going out to buy breakfast. This gave him grounds to judge the haggard and casually dressed Song Zhiqing before him.

Tsk, if it weren’t for her pretty face, how could she have my daughter so utterly captivated?

Song Zhiqing was pondering how to naturally give the flowers to Ye Yuhuan when she suddenly felt a persistent gaze on her.

She turned her head and saw a middle-aged man in casual clothes frowning at her. Song Zhiqing was confused. It’s not like I’m running around naked. Why is he looking at me like that?

“Are people not allowed to stand here?” she asked.

Ye Chu stared at her for a few more seconds. He was all too familiar with that face. Ever since high school, a photo of Song Zhiqing had been posted in his daughter’s room.

He snorted heavily. “Song Zhiqing?”

Song Zhiqing was completely bewildered. “And you are?”

“Ye Yuhuan’s dad.”

It was like a clap of thunder on a clear day.

Song Zhiqing quickly hid the flowers behind her back.

Ye Chu watched her movement and sneered ambiguously. “What, chasing someone again?”

Song Zhiqing nervously curled her fingers.

“…Yes.”

I guess so, she thought. Although, Ye Yuhuan is practically my wife already—you can’t just dismiss a proposal in the virtual world.

When she came here, she had thought that the two of them needed a formal and honest meeting.

But meeting Ye Yuhuan’s dad just like this was a bit… too direct.

But since they had already met, Song Zhiqing had another thought and asked, “Uncle, may I know your name?”

Ye Chu gave Song Zhiqing a wary glance. Why is she suddenly asking about me? Don’t tell me… the person she’s chasing is my daughter?

Feeling it was a bad omen, Ye Chu shook his head to dispel the thought and replied coolly, “Ye Chu.”

Okay. Song Zhiqing was now certain that Ye Yuhuan knew nothing about her real story. Otherwise, she would never have assigned her own father’s role to Song Chen.

This also explained why the Song couple in the virtual world was so loving and peaceful, a breath of fresh air in high society. During her relationship with “Song Zhiqing,” not only did they not throw a check at her, but they even arranged vacations for them.

So, these are Ye Yuhuan’s real parents.

Song Zhiqing smiled nostalgically and looked at Ye Chu with a gaze full of reminiscence, which gave him goosebumps. That ominous suspicion seemed to be growing more and more real!

Ye Chu didn’t want to get any more entangled with her, so he turned to go buy breakfast.

Who would have thought that Song Zhiqing would actually follow him? Paired with the conspicuous roses in her arms, the scene was bizarre no matter how you looked at it. Ye Chu stopped in his tracks and said irritably, “Why are you following me?”

Song Zhiqing said, hesitant yet somewhat self-righteous, “I feel like I should see you off.”

See me off? Is this your residential complex?

Ye Chu glanced sideways at the unsightly flowers, thoroughly annoyed.

“Who are those flowers for?”

“For Ye Yuhuan.”

“You like Huanhuan?”

Song Zhiqing was silent for a few seconds. Her complicated relationship with Ye Yuhuan was something no one could truly sort out right now, but as for liking her—

“I do.”

Fidel had told her that, to date, no one had ever found true love in the virtual world. Many people fell in love with the most exquisite, intelligent, noble, and devoted person in the worlds they created. But no matter how many “mosts” preceded their lover’s description, they all grew tired of it soon after. They would turn and plunge into a torrent of desire, enjoying countless bodies and exhausting all sensory experiences, but none of it had anything to do with love.

Song Zhiqing’s situation was a unique case. Connecting it to the reason behind it—a second person participating in this world—Fidel couldn’t help but remark, “Song, perhaps humans really do have souls.”

A soul. So, the one who fell in love with me was Ye Yuhuan’s soul.

So platonic, Song Zhiqing thought.

But they had also done many things that weren’t so platonic. It was a truly tangled situation. The only thing she could be sure of was that if she was destined to fall in love with someone in this world, that person would inevitably be Ye Yuhuan.

Just then, Ye Chu made the decision for her. “Then just go give her the flowers.”

Children will make their own way in life. Let them be.

Song Zhiqing broke into a smile that was completely at odds with her cool features. “Okay!”

Then she asked, “Uncle, is Ye Yuhuan awake now?”

Ye Chu clicked his tongue, turned, and walked toward the breakfast shop, leaving a single word behind: “Awake!”

Taking out her phone, she saw Ye Yuhuan’s contact name was still the very distant “Dr. Ye.” Before making the call, Song Zhiqing secretly changed it to “Huanhuan.”

Well, that’s what her dad calls her.

“Hello? Miss Song, is there something I can help you with?” Ye Yuhuan’s voice on the other end was as formal as ever.

She’s such a good actress, Song Zhiqing couldn’t help but marvel.

“Ye Yuhuan.”

“…”

If she hadn’t heard the silence instead of a dial tone, Song Zhiqing would have thought Ye Yuhuan had hung up on her.

After a long pause, Ye Yuhuan finally spoke. “You know?”

“Yes.”

“So?”

“I need to talk to you. I’m at the entrance of your complex right now. If you have time, we can go get breakfast and talk. If you’re in a hurry to get to work, then please tell the security guard to let me in. I’ll go to your building, and we can just sit somewhere and talk.”

“I’m not working today.”

“Then let’s go get breakfast.”

“…Okay.”

After hanging up, Ye Yuhuan rushed over to Si Zhen, who was watering flowers, and asked anxiously, “Mom, where’s that dress you brought back for me from France?”

“It’s in your third closet. Why? Going on a date?”

“No, I’m going to breakfast.”

It wasn’t until she had nearly drowned the orchid in her hands that Si Zhen belatedly lifted the watering can and reminded her, “Honey, that’s a sleeveless, deep V-neck long dress.”

Ye Yuhuan was already walking toward her closet. She called back loudly, “It’s fine! The weather is still pretty warm.”

No, this isn’t about the weather.

The question is, who gets this dressed up for breakfast?

Is it a state banquet breakfast?