Leng Jing was drunk. She sat on the ground, constantly accusing Song Ge of being inauspicious and bringing nothing but disasters to others.
The oppressive feeling welled up in Song Ge's heart once again. Embarrassed, she stood still, saying nothing.
What could she say? Could she say that Ji Qingyun didn't die for her? Even she herself didn't believe such words, let alone others.
"Leng Jing, that's enough," Zhai Cheng said, closing his eyes in self - reproach. When he opened them again, all his emotions were hidden deep in his eyes.
Leng Jing tilted her head and looked at him. Innocently, she asked, "Is it enough? Ji Qingyun will never come back. Can't I even say a word?"
After that, she sat on the steps in front of the door in a daze, shaking her head. Her grievance was beyond words.
Zhai Cheng's face darkened. He took a few steps forward, about to say something. Seeing this, Song Ge quickly grabbed his arm and shook her head at him.
In Leng Jing's heart, Ji Qingyun was the one she had chosen for her whole life. His death had hit her hard. Maybe it would be better for her to vent in front of them.
"It's okay. Let her talk," Song Ge said with an embarrassed smile, not saying much more.
Let her talk. Maybe she would feel a little better. Song Ge added silently in her heart.
Zhai Cheng glanced at her, heaved a heavy sigh, and knocked on the door, calling for Aunt Chen.
"Aunt Chen, find some people to take her back to her room and make some hangover tea for her," Zhai Cheng whispered, his words faintly tinged with distress.
Aunt Chen had never expected Leng Jing to become like this because of Ji Qingyun. Frowning, she nodded and then called some people to take her in.
Back in the villa, Song Ge still looked pale. Under the light, she seemed on the verge of collapse.
Zhai Cheng took a few steps forward, opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end, he silently closed it again, looking at Song Ge's face hesitantly.
Suddenly, Song Ge forced a bitter smile. Avoiding Zhai Cheng's gaze, she said, "I'll go back and rest first."
Without giving Zhai Cheng a chance to speak, she lifted her feet and walked upstairs.
Too many things had happened that night. She didn't know how to face Zhai Cheng or what to say to him.
So, it would be better to go back and have a good rest first. No matter what happened, they could talk about it tomorrow.
Zhai Cheng reached out to grab her, but before his hand touched her arm, he quickly retracted it.
"Get some rest early," Zhai Cheng managed to squeeze out this simple sentence from his throat and then made way for her.
Even after Song Ge's figure had disappeared at the stairway, Zhai Cheng still stared in that direction with a heavy heart. The bitterness on his lips was magnified infinitely.
Early the next morning.
After tidying herself up slowly, Song Ge went downstairs. Zhai Cheng was already sitting at the dining table.
Song Ge calmly walked to the opposite side and sat down. She ate the breakfast on her plate with little appetite.
"How is Leng Jing now?" Song Ge asked, trying to break the awkward silence.
Zhai Cheng looked up and replied indifferently, "She's fine. She'll be okay after waking up."
Then, there was a long silence. Neither of them said a word.
Finally, after breakfast, Song Ge picked up her bag and walked outside.
"I'm not going to the company today. I'll take you somewhere," Zhai Cheng chased after her and walked side by side with her.
Song Ge looked at him in confusion, silently asking where they were going.
But Zhai Cheng had no intention of telling her. He just looked at her meaningfully and stuffed her into the car.
All the way, Song Ge felt uneasy. She always had a feeling that the place Zhai Cheng was taking her to today was very special to her.
"Why did you bring me here?"
When the car stopped, Song Ge looked at the scene in front of her and asked in a low voice.
The place Zhai Cheng had brought her to was actually Ji Qingyun's grave, the place she had wanted to go to but couldn't enter on the day of the funeral.
"I thought you must want to come and take a look, so I brought you here," Zhai Cheng replied calmly, with a hint of sadness in his eyes.
Ji Qingyun's death was a blow to both her and him, and it was also an unforgettable event.
Song Ge sat quietly in the car, showing no sign of getting out. Zhai Cheng didn't urge her but just accompanied her.
"We're all heart - broken about Ji Qingyun's death, but we can't live in this shadow forever, right?" Zhai Cheng said calmly, though his heart was aching.
To make a person cheer up, words from others might not be very effective. One had to figure it out on their own.
This was another reason why he had brought Song Ge here today.
After a pause of about half a minute, Zhai Cheng looked at Song Ge's face and asked seriously, "Song Ge, do you understand what I mean?"
He believed that Song Ge would definitely understand his meaning.
"Let's get out and visit him," Song Ge suddenly looked up after a long time, with a hint of determination in her eyes.
A faint smile appeared on Zhai Cheng's lips. Then he got out of the car first and opened the door for her.
The flowers in front of Ji Qingyun's grave were still fresh. They should have been sent by others on the day of the funeral.
Song Ge stared blankly at the flowers, her nose slightly sour.
She squatted in front of the grave and carefully tidied up the messy ornaments. At the same time, she chattered to him.
Most of what she said was about what had happened here during this period and her apologies.
Finally, after tidying up the things in front of the grave, Song Ge nodded in satisfaction and then said, "Senior, I swear in front of your grave that I will definitely find the hit - and - run driver and give you justice."
This was a promise to Ji Qingyun and also a promise to herself.
Zhai Cheng stood beside her all the time, silently listening to Song Ge's chatter. Hearing this, he unconsciously straightened his back, and a flash of determination appeared in his eyes.
After leaving the cemetery, Song Ge felt as if the heavy burden that had been weighing on her heart for days had been lifted. She felt a strange sense of relief.
"Where do you want to go next? I can accompany you," Zhai Cheng said, his tone much more relaxed. It was rare for him to be so proactive.
Song Ge thought for a while and then said, "Let's go back to the company."
As soon as she said this, her face suddenly became solemn. It seemed that she had thought of something.
Zhai Cheng looked at her in surprise and tentatively asked again, "Don't you need some time to adjust before going back to work?"
Song Ge shook her head, took a deep breath, and said, "I've already adjusted. I must go back to the company and find out the murderer as soon as possible to give the senior an explanation."
Without saying more, Zhai Cheng nodded and drove towards the company.
Maybe because she had found a new goal in life, Song Ge was more energetic than usual after coming back from the cemetery. She devoted herself whole - heartedly to the investigation.
Zhai Cheng felt both distressed and relieved when he saw this. This kind of state was more suitable for her. She had been really pitiful during the period right after Ji Qingyun's departure.
After this incident, Song Ge focused her main attention on Zhai Cheng's family relationship.