Chapter 182: Song Fei is Dead(2/2)
When the driver, Ah Song, saw that she had come out so quickly and her face was still pale, he thought that Song Ci had been bullied at the Zheng Family and asked fiercely, “Madam, did someone bully you?”
“No.” Song Ci called as she instructed Ah Song. “Send me to Zeus!”
“Okay!”
Song Ci’s hands were trembling as she made the call. Her fingers wavered on Song Fei’s name for a long while, before she closed her eyes and pressed down hard.
She couldn’t get through the phone and was repeatedly reminded that the other party was not available. Song Ci’s heart sank as her hands grew colder and colder, and cold sweat broke out on her back.
She called Yan Jiang again, but his cell phone was switched off.
Left with no choice, Song Ci called Fu Hanshen.
The first time, Fu Hanshen didn’t pick up. The second time, Fu Han finally answered the call. “Song Ci.” Fu Hanshen’s tone was sorrowful and heavy, making Song Ci’s heart race.
“Teacher Fu, where is my elder sister? Why can’t I get through to her?” Song Ci asked in a roundabout manner but didn’t dare to ask him: Was the person who died my elder sister?
Fu Hanshen rubbed his moist eyes and seemed to sob before saying, “I’m sorry Song Ci, I’m useless. I lost your elder sister and I can’t bring her home anymore!” With that, Fu Hanshen started crying bitterly on the other end of the phone.
Song Ci listened in shock, her heart numb with pain.
Half a second later, the cell phone fell from Song Ci’s hand to the bottom of the car. She bit the back of her hand and cried silently.
Seeing Song Ci’s tears, Ah Song was at a loss. Ah Song had a dumb mouth and didn’t know how to comfort Song Ci. He stepped on the accelerator and sped up towards Zeus.
The car stopped in front of Zeus Building. Song Ci alighted from the car with reddened eyes. She looked up and saw a tall figure standing in front of Zeus Building.
Song Ci sprinted over and threw herself into Han Zhan’s arms.
“Han Zhan!” Song Ci cried as she slipped out of his arms. “My elder sister is dead. She’s dead!”
]Han Zhan held her arm and finally lost his calm voice. “Baby Ci, get up.”
“Song Fei is dead!”
“Song Fei doesn’t want me anymore!”
“She’s dead—”
Song Ci cried so bitterly that she nearly fainted in Han Zhan’s arms.
Han Zhan pulled her into his arms. “Song Ci, calm down. You can’t collapse!”
Song Ci was crying so hard that she couldn’t hear Han Zhan at all. In the end, she still fainted in his arms and lost consciousness.
Han Zhan carried Song Ci back to the office and placed her on the small bed.
Li Li heard from the secretary that Mrs. Han had fainted and was carried back to the office by Mr. Han. Worried about Song Ci’s health, Li Li hurried over to Han Zhan’s office to greet her.
Li Li looked at Song Ci lying unconscious on the bed with tears streaming down her face. He frowned. “What happened to your wife?”
Han Zhan stood by the window with his hands on his hips. “Song Fei is dead.”
Li Li paled. “How...”
“It’s true. She died in an explosion.”
Hearing this, Li Li was stunned.
Looking at Song Ci’s tear-streaked face, Li Li couldn’t help feeling worried. “What should Madam do? She waited so long for her elder sister to wake up. It has only been a few months since the reunion and Song Fei is already dead...”
This is bringing her to heaven and then kicking her back to hell!
It’s too cruel!
Han Zhan sat on the sofa in frustration and remained silent.
Li Li was very worried about Song Ci, and advised Han Zhan not to come to work tomorrow. “You should spend more time with your wife. Don’t let her be alone. I’m afraid she might take things too hard.”
“Of course.” Han Zhan couldn’t just leave all his work behind. He said to Li Li, “KT Consortium’s Long Zhize will arrive at Wangdong tomorrow afternoon and will be visiting the Zeus spaceship research and development center. Li Li, you go receive him on my behalf.”
“Okay.”
Song Ci had been in a daze for several days after Song Fei’s death.
On this day, dark clouds covered the blue sky. The dark sky looked like it was going to fall at any moment, suffocating everyone.
Song Ci sat by the French window and scrolled through her conversation with Song Fei. Although she didn’t cry again, she looked very frail.
Han Zhan draped a windbreaker over her and turned off her phone screen.
Song Ci didn’t move. She was like a wooden statue.
“Baby Ci.” Han Zhan held her cold fingers and told her, “Today is the day of the return of the overseas citizens of J Nation...” Han Zhan saw Song Ci’s eyes roll a few times and said,” It’s also the day of Song Fei’s return. We have to fetch her. ”
Song Ci nodded gently.
“Okay.”
Today, a group of reporters had arrived at the airport and their cameras were all focused on the exit.
Ten minutes later, the citizens of Country J were about to emerge. It was said that the ashes of the virus specialist, Ms. Song Fei, would also arrive today. The reporters all wanted to capture this heart-wrenching scene.
Song Ci stood with all the family members, quietly gazing at the exit. Some of the reporters recognized Song Ci and felt that it was strange.
Footsteps and voices suddenly sounded from the other side of the corridor. Everyone looked up and saw a group of people emerging. There were men and women, young and old.
Returning to the country and stepping on Chinese soil, these Chinese citizens who had just experienced a life-and-death situation finally smiled in relief.
After smiling, they felt like crying.
What is a country?
Their country was the father of 1.4 billion Chinese citizens. When one was faced with a storm outside, he would be your safe haven. With the country by one’s side, one would never drift around without anyone to depend on.
The family members found their families and ran up to hug them. Some were crying, some were cheering. The reporters were busy snapping photos. The happy scene was heartwarming.
But soon, another group of people appeared and disrupted the peace. They were a group of doctors. The oldest among them was in his fifties or sixties, while the youngest was in his thirties.
The man in the lead was the most outstanding virus specialist in China, Fu Hanshen.
Fu Hanshen was holding a small black box.
The reporters hurried forward to interview Fu Hanshen. He told them a few things and said, “Let’s end the interview today. We are very tired and want to go back and rest.”
“Mr. Fu, you guys have worked hard. After you return to the country, have a good rest.” The reporters were all very sensible and hurriedly retreated in unison.
Holding Song Fei’s ashes in his hands, Fu Hanshen scanned the family area and finally fixed his eyes on the back of the crowd.
There was a woman in a black coat weeping silently.
On the day her parents were buried, Song Ci also dressed in black and buried them all by herself. From that day onwards, black became Song Ci’s most hated color.
Song Ci walked out from the back of the crowd and stood in front of Fu Hanshen. She stared at his haggard face and said, “Teacher Fu, sorry to trouble you.”
She placed her hands on Song Fei’s ashes and touched that cold container. Song Ci was heartbroken at the thought that the proud Song Fei had become ashes in this container.
“Elder Sister, Teacher Fu brought you back to the country. Now, I will bring you home.”