Chapter 45

Chapter 45: Onlookers

She gripped the doctor’s arm beside her and started babbling, “Shen Mo, I didn’t want to hurt you. You forced me.” Her voice grew smaller and smaller. Her hair was a mess, and her features twisted into something grotesque.

This was like seeing a ghost for real.

“Isn’t that Professor Song from your school?” someone whispered.

“It’s her. She failed me last time.”

“Wasn’t she fine before? How did she suddenly go crazy? And who is Shen Mo?”

“Who cares who it is? I’m sending this video to the group. Last time, just because I didn’t greet her, I could’ve barely passed, but she gave me a 59.5.”

…

Jiang Shi Yue listened with a gentle smile. When she lifted her gaze again, her eyes were still red. She sniffled, hurried over, and asked the doctor in a low voice, “Doctor, what’s going on with Professor Song? She was laughing and chatting with me just now…”

Her eyes were red, like a wronged little rabbit.

It made people want to pat her head and comfort her.

“It’s you. You brought the ghost here. No – you’re Shen Mo reincarnated. Yes, you must be Shen Mo!” Song Li Na suddenly pointed at Jiang Shi Yue and screamed.

Just listen to that. How ridiculous – reincarnation???

She was crazy. A university professor had gone crazy, spouting nonsense.

Jiang Shi Yue seemed startled. Tears immediately spilled down. Her almond-shaped eyes lowered slightly, her lashes trembling, filled with an indescribable fear and careful caution.

She hid behind the doctor, her voice thick with sobs. “Professor Song, how did you become like this? If hitting me or scolding me will make you better, I really can do anything.”

One was the crazed Professor Song.

One was a pitiful young girl.

The way Jiang Shi Yue spoke almost made the onlookers want to cry too.

Sigh. What a kind young girl.

The doctor patted her shoulder soothingly, then, together with the others, forcibly escorted Professor Song back to the ward. The patients on this floor were all special, and they couldn’t let the out-of-control Song Li Na disturb them.

Song Li Na turned her head and, at close range, screamed at Jiang Shi Yue like a madwoman. “You must be Shen Mo!”

But on the final note, she cut off abruptly.

Jiang Shi Yue’s slender figure stood quietly. Her eyes still seemed wet with tears, but from an angle only Song Li Na could see, the corner of her mouth lifted. In a voice only the two of them could hear, she said, “How could I be Shen Mo? Shen Mo is in your heart right now.”

…

A skyscraper that rose into the clouds.

The very top floor.

Fu Qing Han sat at his desk. Behind him was a massive glass window, blue sky and white clouds reflected at his back, making everything look unusually peaceful.

He lowered his eyes to read the documents in his hand. His dark suit outlined his tall, lean figure. His refined brows and eyes were lowered, and his gold-rimmed glasses perfectly hid the chill in his gaze.

His long fingers held a fountain pen. Dark ink left its marks, the soft scratch-scratch sound sliding over the white paper. The air was quiet, as if the window had completely sealed off the bustle outside.

But soon, that subtle, lovely stillness was broken.

“Second Young Master, we found him. His physical exam shows no problems, but he’s still unconscious.” Secretary Song Jun Hao walked in, hands clasped in front of him, utterly respectful.