Redemption from the Abyss: The School Beauty Insists on Pulling Me Out of the Mire

Xie Wang's scalp tingled instantly.

"Qinghe?"

He immediately bent down, trying to wake the person in bed.

However, the medication after the IV infusion was too strong, and coupled with the recurring high fever, Su Qinghe slept very soundly.

She sank into the soft pillow, her cheeks burning red, her breath hot.

Hearing Xie Wang's call, she only let out a soft, distressed whimper:

"...Ugh...Sleepy...(⋟﹏⋞)"

Then, his head lolled to the side, and he fell into a deep sleep again.

Xie Wang's hand froze in mid-air.

I can't wake him up.

I couldn't bear to yell at them.

"call……"

Xie Wang straightened up, glanced at the traces of life all over the room, and wiped his face hard.

Xie Wang tiptoed out of the bedroom and closed the door behind him.

The instant the door closed, he immediately switched to a fighting expression.

Xie acted rashly.

"Hide it well, hide it well."

He muttered to himself as he quickly separated the two people's water glasses on the table.

Place Su Qinghe's pink cup in a conspicuous place, take your own cup to the kitchen, wash it clean, and place it upside down on the drainer, pretending that you are just a guest visiting.

Xie Wang grabbed his coat, intending to hang it up, but then thought better of it.

Hanging it on the clothes rack makes it look just like its owner.

He folded his coat and placed it on the armrest of the single sofa.

Then, he folded Su Qinghe's scarf neatly, and even fluffed up the cushions on the sofa and straightened them.

After doing all that, he rushed into the bathroom.

The boy in the mirror had slightly messy hair and was wearing a gray loungewear T-shirt.

We can't change our clothes, but we can't lose our spirit and energy.

She turned on the tap, splashed cold water on her face, and brushed the stray hairs from her forehead to reveal her smooth forehead and bright eyes.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Xie Wang clenched his fist and took a deep breath.

"Don't be a coward, Xie Wang."

"You're here to take care of her, you're her legitimate boyfriend, you haven't done anything wrong."

He whispered something to himself in the mirror, as if to encourage himself.

"Drip—drip—drip—"

Suddenly, a soft click came from the electronic combination lock buttons outside the door.

"Click".

Once fingerprint recognition is successful, the door lock automatically pops open.

A gust of cold wind, carrying the chill of the outdoors and the scent of expensive perfume, blew in through the crack in the door.

The woman standing outside the door was wearing a well-tailored dark camel cashmere coat and carrying a limited-edition Himalayan Birkin bag.

Although she is over forty, her commanding presence, born from years of holding a high position, makes her look younger and more intimidating than her actual age.

Lin Wanyi.

She stood at the doorway, not in a hurry to come in, but slightly raised her chin, her shrewd eyes falling on Xie Wang through the entryway.

It was as if she had long expected to see this boy standing there when she opened the door.

That is the composure of those in power.

Hello, Auntie.

Xie Wang slightly stepped aside to make way, his posture neither humble nor arrogant, his tone calm and steady:

Lin Wanyi glanced at him indifferently.

My gaze swept over his gray loungewear T-shirt for a moment, then settled on the men's slippers on his feet.

"Um."

She responded with a calm voice, revealing neither joy nor anger, and strode in.

"Uncle Chung told me you were here."

This preemptive move made Xie Wang's prepared explanation seem somewhat superfluous.

"Yes."

Xie Wang simply stopped beating around the bush and frankly admitted:

"Qinghe just came back from an IV drip, and her fever hasn't gone down yet. She's resting in the bedroom, but I was worried about leaving her alone, so I took leave to come and take care of her."

Lin Wanyi took off her coat and casually handed it to Uncle Zhong behind her. She didn't respond to Xie Wang's words, but instead looked around the room.

A tidy living room, an unfinished water glass, and the faint aroma of rice porridge in the air.

This place is full of traces of life, and in these traces, there is the shadow of the boy in front of us.

Lin Wanyi walked straight to the closed bedroom door.

In the room, Su Qinghe nestled in the soft pillows. Although his breathing was still a little heavy, it was much more stable than when he first went to the hospital.

Lin Wanyi walked quietly to the bedside, bent down, reached out and touched her daughter's forehead, then touched her palm that was sticking out of the quilt.

It was warm, not scalding hot like when you have a high fever.

Looking at her daughter's peaceful sleeping face, Lin Wanyi's tense nerves finally relaxed.

Her eyes were now filled with deep affection as she tucked the blanket around Su Qinghe.

After confirming that her daughter was sleeping soundly, Lin Wanyi stood by the bed for a moment before straightening up again, turning around and leaving the bedroom.

Lin Wanyi turned around and her gaze fell on Xie Wang.

"sit."

"Uncle Chung, put the things down and wait on the balcony."

Lin Wanyi gave the instructions.

"Yes, madam."

Uncle Zhong gave Xie Wang a "good luck" look, placed the tonic he was holding on the dining table, and tactfully retreated to the balcony.

Only Xie Wang and Lin Wanyi remained in the living room.

"sit."

Lin Wanyi pointed to the sofa, then walked straight to the head seat and sat down.

Xie Wang went to the kitchen, poured a glass of warm water, placed it in front of her, and then sat down on the single sofa opposite her.

"Thank you for your vain."

Lin Wanyi's gaze passed over Xie Wang's shoulder and landed on the thick pile of review materials on the desk next to her.

At the very top was an open notebook, densely covered with two different handwriting styles—one neat and tidy, the other wild and unrestrained, with annotations intertwined.

Looking at the flowing, wild cursive script, Lin Wanyi's eyes glazed over for a moment.

"The way you write is just like your mother's."

She suddenly spoke softly.

Xie Wang raised his head:

"Auntie, although Qinghe has mentioned it, I still want to ask, do you really know my mother?"

Lin Wanyi shook her head helplessly, took out her phone from her bag, opened her chat with her daughter, and waved it in front of Xie Wang.

The screen was filled with a series of questions from Su Qinghe.

"Qinghe is such a smart girl."

Lin Wanyi sighed and looked towards the bedroom:

"She messages me every day, begging me, from morning till night."

At this point, Lin Wanyi put away her phone:

"Your mother and I..."

Lin Wanyi lowered her eyes, looking at the ripples in the glass, a bitter smile playing on her lips:

"It's more than just knowing each other."

"Back in the finance department at Jiangnan University, Xie Wan was a very popular figure. We shared a dorm room and slept in bunk beds. Her personality... was even more arrogant than yours."

"Back then, we made models together and debated together. She was always the most opinionated one. Once she made up her mind, nothing could change it."

Xie Wang held his breath and listened quietly.

This was the first time he had heard from an outsider about his mother's vivid appearance when she was young.

"later……"

Lin Wanyi's voice lowered, tinged with regret:

"She's too clean; she can't tolerate any imperfections."

She looked up, her eyes becoming complicated:

"Xie Wang, the reason I'm telling you all this is because I see her shadow in you. Not just in your appearance, but also in that ruthless determination to do anything for the people you care about."

"I know you're investigating what happened back then."

Xie Wang's fingers tightened slightly.

"Your aunt won't stop you; it's her responsibility as a son."

Lin Wanyi sighed, "But I must remind you, your strength is still too weak. Don't try to fight a losing battle."

"If there are insurmountable obstacles..." She paused, as if she had made an important decision.

"You can come to the Su family, as a way of... repaying your mother for the friendship she shared with her classmates back then, and also for the future of Qinghe."

Xie Wang felt a lump in his throat. He stood up and bowed deeply.

"Thank you, Auntie."

"Sit down, you haven't finished speaking."