The Prince Wants to Assassinate Me Every Day-Chapter 953 - 537: Xie Ruotong Confesses Her Feelings for Song Yanqing (Second Update)
Xie Ruotong ultimately still didn’t say it.
She always felt that An Ning was a rational person, and she understood better what she really wanted.
The two of them did not immediately return to the Minister Mansion.
Instead, they went to Jingshui Building.
Sitting in the spot that Gu Xingchuan always liked, it was still Xie Ruotong who took a long time to negotiate before the owner let them sit down and served them fine wine.
"Gu Xingchuan and Song Yanqing got drunk here," Xie Ruotong said.
"Mm." An Ning nodded.
"Do you remember the last time we went to the border and drank with Gu Xingchuan? It was right here," Xie Ruotong continued, "Since then, whenever Gu Xingchuan missed you, he would sit here, even reserved the booth with the owner. If I hadn’t accompanied Gu Xingchuan a few times, the two of us wouldn’t be able to sit in this spot."
An Ning responded softly.
She picked up the wine pot and poured a glass for Xie Ruotong.
And poured one for herself too.
"Can you still hold your liquor as well as you used to?" Xie Ruotong stopped talking.
She actually knew An Ning was also quite repressed.
Life’s hardest debt to repay is the debt of emotion.
"Maybe even better." An Ning smiled.
She was not someone who would pass negative emotions onto others.
"They say wine can dispel a thousand sorrows," Xie Ruotong chuckled, "I’ll drink with you."
"Okay." An Ning agreed without hesitation.
The two of them began drinking.
Xie Ruotong also held her liquor quite well.
But regardless of how well she could drink, eventually, she would get drunk.
They didn’t know how long they had been drinking.
Anyway, both of them started to look a bit glassy-eyed.
An Ning watched as Xie Ruotong, with a flushed face, leaned on the table, playing with her wine glass.
After playing for a while, she took another drink.
An Ning, propping her chin up with her hand, looked at Xie Ruotong and teased, "If you can’t drink, then don’t."
"Who says I can’t drink? I’m not Song Yanqing," Xie Ruotong hiccupped, "Weaker than a woman."
"Well, you were the one tormenting him back then, who can you blame?" An Ning laughed.
Xie Ruotong was speechless.
"Do you regret it?" An Ning looked at Xie Ruotong with interest.
"I don’t regret it," Xie Ruotong said, "Some hatred always needs to be vented. Without venting, reconciliation is impossible."
"So, are you saying you’ve reconciled with Song Yanqing now?" An Ning raised an eyebrow.
Xie Ruotong did not answer.
Her already red cheeks appeared even redder.
An Ning smiled.
Silence means consent.
She said, "Honestly, Song Yanqing is quite good, live well with him, let go of your obsessions, and look forward. Besides, in the end, Song Yanqing is also a victim."
"Mm?" Xie Ruotong seemed a bit muddled.
"Back then, Song Yanqing mistook Xie Ruilin for you, which is why he treated you that way. He must have felt more pain and regret than anyone else! Yet you ended, in front of him, the child between you two..." An Ning said, hiccupping, "I was so furious to see you hurt so badly at the time, but thinking back to Song Yanqing during that time, he must have been the most anguished, but all of it was his own doing, he had to endure all the pain without even the right to vent it..."
Xie Ruotong seemed to reflect on the past.
The past, the grief between her and Song Yanqing.
Her eyes moistened at that moment.
When she got rid of that child, she was truly disheartened.
She never thought of being with Song Yanqing again, or anyone else.
But unexpectedly.
After so many years.
They came together again.
Yet their child became their sacrifice...
Xie Ruotong buried her head in her arms.
Tears soaked her clothes.
She did not regret Song Yanqing.
Even with misunderstandings, even with torment, even with their shattered feelings.
The only thing she regretted was that child.
The grudge between her and Song Yanqing dragged an innocent child into it.
Why was she so cruel back then?
Her current inability to conceive may be heaven’s punishment.
Xie Ruotong cried silently.
An Ning just watched.
Watching her in her pain and sadness...
She merely intended to comfort Xie Ruotong.
But it seemed to make her feel worse.
An Ning picked up the wine and drank some more.
Today, she talked to Xie Ruotong and Gu Xingchuan about so many things.
Then talked about Fu Xingyi.
If the dead could come back to life, it would be so good.
An Ning’s eyes were also slightly red.
"An Ning." After a long time, Xie Ruotong composed herself.
She lifted her head, watching An Ning drinking alone.
One glass after another.
"You stopped crying?" An Ning smiled, "If you stopped crying, cherish those who love you and whom you love. No one knows what will come first, tomorrow or an accident? Don’t let yourself regret."
"I really don’t hate Song Yanqing anymore," Xie Ruotong admitted, "In fact..."
"In fact, are the old feelings rekindling?" An Ning finished.
Xie Ruotong bit her lip.
"The look of love can’t lie," An Ning exposed, "You’ve never let go of Song Yanqing, just unwilling to admit it."
"Maybe," Xie Ruotong nodded.
No longer deceiving her own feelings.
From start to finish, she couldn’t remain indifferent to Song Yanqing.
Whether it was five years ago, or five years later.
Even when Lin Qianyu once made her contemplate starting a new relationship, there was still a piece of Song Yanqing lodged in her heart.
But.
But, she couldn’t have children anymore.
She couldn’t have a child with Song Yanqing.
No matter how much Song Yanqing said he didn’t care, that he didn’t need it, she couldn’t be at peace with it.
She knew very well that Song Yanqing was a filial person.
She didn’t want Song Yanqing to turn against his family because of her.
So she would rather give Song Yanqing the cold shoulder, making him mistakenly believe that she really didn’t love anymore.
"Give me your wrist," An Ning suddenly said.
Xie Ruotong frowned.
"I have nothing to do, let me take your pulse," An Ning smiled.
She wouldn’t say it out loud, but truly wanted to check her physical condition.
The harm she did to her body five years ago could indeed prevent her from having children.
Maybe Xie Ruotong didn’t care then.
But having realized her feelings after five years, she would care deeply.
Xie Ruotong did not refuse.
She placed her wrist in front of An Ning.
An Ning carefully placed her fingers on it.
Then, began to read the pulse.
She was slightly drunk.
But once involved in diagnosing, she became exceptionally clear-headed.
She felt her pulse for a while.
Xie Ruotong laughed and asked, "Divine Doctor An, how much longer can I live?"
"With your health condition, at least longer than Song Yanqing," An Ning replied.
"I knew it, Song Yanqing is a short-lived ghost," Xie Ruotong said with ease.
An Ning’s laugh was lovely.
Because she saw, behind Xie Ruotong, the sudden appearance of Song Yanqing, looking utterly crestfallen.
He had arrived only to hear Xie Ruotong saying he had a short life... just how much disdain did Xie Ruotong have for him?
