He Thought She’d Never Leave—Until She Did - Chapter 15

Song Yu didn’t take An He’s words seriously at all. He just thought she was throwing another tantrum. After all, she’d been worse before—and every single time, she’d ended up staying obediently by his side.

So this time, he still didn’t care.

When his friends saw his indifferent response, one of them laughed and teased, “If you keep treating An He like this, one day she’ll leave you.”

“I’m telling you, you should try to make it up to her before it’s too late.”

“Otherwise, when that day comes, you’ll be the one suffering.”

“That day will never come.” Song Yu’s face was half hidden in shadow, his expression cold and detached. “She’s just a caged bird. It’s not like she can really fly away.”

Yes—Song Yu had always kept An He like a canary in a gilded cage.
That villa he’d built just for her was the finest prison money could buy.

He’d planned to keep her there for life.
She couldn’t leave. And he wouldn’t let her.

Their relationship was like vines—tangled, entwined, and impossible to separate.

Seeing how certain he was, one friend clicked his tongue. “I can’t tell whether you’re being clear-headed or just heartless. After all these years, hasn’t An He done enough for you and your family?”

“Remember the year you got sick and almost needed a kidney transplant? It was An He who went to the doctor herself and said she’d donate hers if it came to that.”

Another friend chimed in. “Oh right, I remember that too—it really happened.”

“Wait, that’s not even the only time.” The second friend leaned forward. “The year before that—you were on a business trip and got caught in a landslide. Everyone else ran for their lives, but An He—she ran straight toward you. We couldn’t stop her.”

“If I’m remembering right,” he added after a small cough, imitating An He’s voice word for word, “‘If something happens to Song Yu, I can’t live either. So don’t any of you stop me.’”

His words drew a wave of quiet sighs from around the table. Someone joked, “If I ever met a woman who loved me like that, I’d die happy.”

Another echoed, “Yeah, I’d worship her like a goddess.”

Song Yu lowered his gaze, turning his wine glass between his fingers. No one could tell what he was thinking—whether he cared or truly didn’t.

“Alright, stop trying to talk sense into him,” a third friend said. “He’s an ice block. He’ll only understand pain once he loses her for real.”

Song Yu tilted back the rest of his wine, his tone flat. “That day will never come.”

Because An He would never leave him.

That day, however, besides An He leaving, two other things happened.

Tian Tian grew angrier the more she thought about it. Instead of sending things through a courier, she personally delivered them to the club—and threw them right at Song Yu’s feet in front of everyone.

Before today, she never would’ve dared. But this time, she was furious—furious on An He’s behalf.

“Song Yu, this is from He He. Check it properly and make sure nothing’s missing.”

The box hit the floor with a thud, the lid flipping open. Jewelry and limited-edition watches spilled out, glittering across the tiles.

Song Yu’s eyelids dropped, then lifted. “What’s the meaning of this?”

Tian Tian snapped, “It means everything you ever gave her, she’s returning. From now on, you and she go your separate ways. She wants nothing to do with you.”

“…”

The room fell silent. Song Yu’s dark eyes gleamed dangerously, his jaw tightening. “Where is she? I want her to say that to my face.”

“She’s gone,” Tian Tian said flatly. “Didn’t she message you? Don’t tell me you didn’t see it.”

“Gone?” Song Yu’s expression froze, his sharp profile cutting like a blade. “You’re saying she left?”

“Yes, she left.” Tian Tian lifted her chin. “She doesn’t want you anymore. She wants to break up.”

“…”

Silence descended again. No one even dared breathe.

Song Yu didn’t believe she would actually leave him. He pulled out his phone and dialed her number. The tone said the line was busy. He sent a message next.

It came back with a red exclamation mark.

An He had deleted him.

He refused to believe it and sent three more.
Each got the same response.

Tian Tian let out a cold snort. “You can stop trying. He He already deleted every way you can reach her. She asked me to give you this letter.”

It was the letter An He had handed her before leaving.

It wasn’t long—just a few lines—but every word was a knife.

Song Yu, I believe I’ve repaid the Song family’s kindness over the years. It’s time for me to go. I wish you and Zhou Rong a lifetime of happiness and an early child.
As for you and me—I hope we never meet again.

Just like the last text she’d sent him.

Never meet again.

Song Yu had always been the one to cast people aside. No one had ever dared cast him aside.

After a moment of stunned silence, he lost control. He kicked the box across the floor, scattering jewels everywhere, then tore the letter into shreds with his bare hands.

Tian Tian sneered. “And what does that solve? She’s done with you, Song Yu. If you’ve got even a scrap of conscience left, you’ll stop bothering her.”

She turned to leave—but halfway to the door, she stopped, looked back at him, and said, “There’s something you probably don’t know. Four years ago, He He was pregnant with your child.”

A glass shattered to pieces.

Song Yu’s eyes flew open. “What did you say?”

“He He was pregnant with your child.”

Song Yu had rarely lost control in front of others—but this time, it happened. The hard line of his jaw seemed to crack, his shoulders trembling in the dim light.

“She was pregnant with my child?”

“Yes.”

“Then why didn’t I know?”

Tian Tian gave a cold, contemptuous smile. “President Song only ever cared about his precious Miss Rong. Why would you notice what He He was going through? But it doesn’t matter now. The baby’s gone.”

“…” The words hit him like a landslide. “Gone? What do you mean—gone?”

“Exactly what it sounds like.” Tian Tian’s eyes gleamed as she watched his expression twist in pain. That was why she’d told him the truth—because she wanted him to hurt.

The more he suffered, the less meaningless An He’s suffering would be.

“If you want to know the details,” she added, “ask your dear mother. She knows everything.”

The Song family were all actors—each one wearing a mask. Their happy home was an illusion, their loving marriage a performance, their filial affection a lie.

An He’s pregnancy had been known to Song Yu’s mother first. She’d handled it personally. No one had dared expose the truth. Under the guise of concern, she’d forced An He into submission.

—

Song Yu had always known his mother was calculating. But he never imagined she could be this cruel.

He stumbled back to the old mansion. Song Mother had just returned from the prayer hall, her clothes still carrying the heavy scent of incense and sandalwood.

He used to think that smell was calming. Tonight, it made him sick.

“Where were you?”

“Praying,” she replied.

“Is it because you’ve done too many evil things?” he asked coldly.

Her head snapped up. “What kind of nonsense is that?”

“Did you know An He was pregnant four years ago?”

A pause. Then: “She told you.”

“Just answer me—did you know?”

“And if I did? And if I didn’t?”

“You killed my child, didn’t you?” Song Yu’s eyes burned red.

“Song Yu, is that how you speak to your elders?” she snapped. “Is this how I raised you?”

“Raised me?” Song Yu laughed bitterly. “When have you ever raised me? I grew up alone. You were too busy chasing your own happiness to remember you even had a son.”

Her body trembled with rage. “You—you—”

“I’ll ask one last time,” he said through clenched teeth, his eyes bloodshot. “Was An He pregnant with my child? Don’t lie to me.”

Realizing she couldn’t hide it anymore, Song Mother finally said, “Yes. She was.”

But instead of guilt, anger twisted her face. “You’re the president of the Song Group—and you got your own sister pregnant. Have you lost your mind?”

“She’s not my sister!”

“The day she entered this house, she became your sister—if not by blood, then in name!” she roared. “You’re just like your father—disgusting!”

“I said she’s not my sister!” Song Yu’s voice was low and shaking. “Even if she came into this house, if I don’t acknowledge her, she isn’t. Why did you kill my child?”

“Why do you think?” Song Mother spat. “That was a family disgrace! Did you want the entire city to know you slept with your sister?”

“We’re not related by blood. I don’t see her as my sister,” he shot back. “She’s my woman. What’s wrong with my woman carrying my child?”

“Everything!”

The gentle mask she wore for the world had fallen away. Beneath it was a ruthless, pitiless face—one that looked disturbingly like his own.

“You are my greatest creation,” she hissed. “I won’t let anyone destroy you—not An He, not that child.”

“Anyone else could bear your child, but not her. That child had to be destroyed.”

Destroyed…

The word shattered something in him. Song Yu lunged forward, gripping her wrist hard enough to break it. “You took her to the hospital yourself?”

“Hospital?” she scoffed. “I’d never risk that. I bought her abortion pills. To her credit, she didn’t even resist—she swallowed them quietly, didn’t even ask why.”

“In that sense,” she sneered, “An He was better than you. At least she knew her place.”

Knew her place.

Didn’t even resist.

Every word made the hatred inside him swell until he could barely breathe. He could hardly imagine what An He had suffered through.

Then he remembered—four years ago, in late autumn, An He had asked to stay with his mother at the old mansion. She’d pleaded gently, and he hadn’t thought much of it, letting her go.

She’d stayed there for more than ten days before he forced her to come back.

She’d been pale then—her skin always fair from years of blood donation, but even more so that week. He’d asked why. She’d said, It’s cold. I just feel weak.

He’d ordered the servants to make her soup every day and had even threatened her, saying, If you don’t get better soon, I’ll throw you out.

She’d said nothing—just promised softly, I’ll get better soon.

That night, she’d woken crying from nightmares, whispering, I want to keep it.

He’d thought she meant stay by his side. But now he knew—she’d meant the baby.

Song Yu had witnessed cruelty before, but never anything like this.

His mother had killed her own grandchild.

“Didn’t you feel even a shred of guilt when you murdered your grandson?” he demanded.

“Guilt?” She laughed coldly. “What’s an unborn child compared to the Song family’s future? My only regret is not stopping you two sooner.”

“Song Yu, everything An He suffered—she brought on herself. If not for you, she could’ve lived well. It was you who ruined her.”

—

When he left, he destroyed the mansion completely.
If she wanted the Song family to thrive—then he’d make sure it never would again.

He hated his mother.

But he hated An He, too.

He hated her weakness.
He hated that she hadn’t told him.

Why hadn’t she said anything?
If she’d given him even a hint, that child wouldn’t have died.

An He.
An He.
I won’t forgive you.

He went mad searching for her—through every city, every country, chasing even the faintest trace.

He needed to ask her—why she’d killed their child.

He wanted her to pay in blood.