He Thought She’d Never Leave—Until She Did - Chapter 27

Liu Chen had never seen anyone this insane. He hurried forward to persuade him. “Mr. Song, you really can’t jump. You’ll die if you do.”

It wasn’t the second floor—it was the twentieth. Jumping from there meant certain death.

Song Yu remained unmoved, his gaze locked straight on An He. “Do you want me to jump?”

An He met his eyes, calm and unflinching. “Yes.”

“Alright. I’ll jump.”

He unhurriedly began undoing the buttons of his suit jacket, one by one, from top to bottom. Then he removed his cufflinks and wristwatch.

An He noticed the watch on his wrist. If she remembered right, it was the one she’d given him for Valentine’s Day. He hadn’t seemed particularly pleased back then—expression faint, detached—and afterward, he almost never wore it.

She couldn’t tell who he was trying to impress by wearing it now.

An He arched a brow. “If you’re scared, you don’t have to jump.”

“I am scared,” Song Yu said, stepping closer. “But I’m not scared of jumping—I’m scared of you ignoring me.”

Song Yu had a pair of eyes so deep and devoted that, when he looked at someone with his full heart, they could drown in them. Fortunately, An He was ruthless enough, clear-headed enough, not to be swayed.

“You’ve said that line to a lot of people, haven’t you?” she asked with a soft laugh.

“No,” Song Yu answered quietly. “You’re the first—and the last.”

“Hehe, I love you. And I’ll only ever say that to you.”

Love?

An He gave a faint smile. “Is that so?”

“It is.”

He placed a ring in her palm. “Remember this? We bought it together.”

An He did remember. That day, while they were buying rings, his mother had called—asking him to hurry home because Zhou Rong wasn’t feeling well, running a fever.

And just like that, Song Yu had left her alone in the mall to be mocked and ridiculed by onlookers.

Even now, that humiliation still burned in her memory.

She threw the ring aside. “Filthy.”

But Song Yu reacted quickly—before it could hit the floor, he caught it mid-air. “Hehe, you really know how to make me hurt.”

The girl who had once gasped beneath him, eyes wet and voice trembling as she begged him to be gentle—she no longer existed. He had completely lost that girl.

But that was alright. If he’d lost her, he would just find her again.

He believed that as long as he was patient enough, he could bring her back.

“If I die,” he asked softly, “would you cry for me?”

Before she could respond, he continued, “Don’t cry. At least not for me.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t,” An He said, pulling her hand away from his burning touch. “Song Yu, I swore I’d never shed another tear for you in this lifetime.”

An He didn’t truly believe he’d jump. It was the twentieth floor—no one would actually choose to die like that.

She only wanted to use the threat to make him leave.

“Our little Hehe has really grown up,” Song Yu murmured, lowering his head until his forehead touched hers. “Forget everything else, but remember this one thing.”

“I love you.”

Then he stood, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and placed his hand on the latch. One push was all it would take.

Even then, An He didn’t believe he would do it. She smiled faintly. “What’s wrong, Mr. Song? Having second thoughts? That’s fine too. If you regret it, then just don’t show up in front of me again. Consider what I said earlier taken back—you don’t have to jump.”

“No regrets,” he said quietly. “I was just thinking—when it happens, don’t look. When you hear the sound, cover your ears.”

“Hehe, meeting you was the luckiest thing that ever happened to me. I’m glad I fell in love with you.”

“Be good. Remember me.”

He stretched out his arm and pushed open the window.

Liu Chen rushed forward in alarm. “Mr. Song, you can’t! If you jump, the whole Song Group will collapse! The rest of the family will pounce on it like wolves!”

“The company will be finished!”

Everything Liu Chen said was true. He turned to An He. “Miss An, please, talk him down. He really can’t jump.”

An He said nothing.

Liu Chen pressed on. “Miss An, our president has suffered a lot these past five years since you left. He’s searched everywhere for you. Do you remember when you were hospitalized in Los Angeles after fainting? It was Mr. Song who broke into your apartment to save you.”

“When your classmates bullied you, it was Mr. Song who took care of them behind the scenes.”

“And when you opened your studio—didn’t you ever wonder why it all went so smoothly?”

“That was him. He pulled strings so you could focus on your work without worry.”

“When your apartment caught fire, he was the first one to rush in and save you. You came out unharmed, but Mr. Song inhaled so much smoke he was in a coma for a week.”

“Even your designs selling so well—he quietly helped make that happen.”

“Mr. Song truly loves you.”

“And every time you gave blood, the servants who brought you soup afterward—it was Mr. Song who made sure they did.”

“When you were in pain, he hurt even more.”

“He just didn’t know how to express it, and you misunderstood his heart.”

“He really loves you.”

An He stared, dazed. She hadn’t known any of this. “Are you telling the truth?”

“Of course,” Liu Chen said. “Why do you think Madam Song left home? It was because—”

“Liu Chen, shut up!” Song Yu barked.

“Mr. Song, let me say it,” Liu Chen insisted. “Otherwise she’ll never understand.”

“He found out you’d had a miscarriage,” Liu Chen said. “He sent Madam Song away to avenge your child. He didn’t eat or drink for days—just kept blaming himself for not finding out sooner, for not protecting you, or the baby.”

“He’s done so much for you, Miss An. Please, forgive him.”

An He turned to Song Yu. “Is that true? I want to hear it from you.”

“Hehe,” Song Yu said softly, “I’ve begged for your forgiveness before. But now, I won’t anymore. You can hate me, blame me, never forgive me—but I just hope you can stop torturing yourself. As long as you’re alright, that’s enough.”

“As for me, whatever happens, happens.”

He climbed onto the window ledge—and before anyone could stop him, he jumped.

For the next few days, Treading Snow Exclusive was flooded with coverage of the incident. The Song Group hit the trending headlines again, and its stock fluctuated wildly.

As for the man at the center of it all—Song Yu was lying in a hospital bed, one leg broken, his arm in a cast.

Zhou Heng had lost count of how many times he’d cursed him by now. “I swear, I’ve never met anyone like you. That was the twentieth floor, not the second! What the hell were you thinking? If that construction scaffolding hadn’t been there, you’d have splattered on the pavement!”

“I used to think you were smart, but I take it back. You’re out of your damn mind.”

“An He tells you to jump, and you really do it? Is your life worth nothing?”

The more he talked, the angrier he got. He yanked open Song Yu’s hospital gown. “Look at yourself—these wounds are all because of her! Don’t you dare tell me you still love her, or I’ll lose all respect for you.”

“I mean it, man, you’re insane.”

He’d never seen anyone so extreme—actually daring to jump.

“I told you, I knew there was construction below. I made sure it was safe.”

“Bullshit.” Zhou Heng snorted. “If those workers hadn’t caught you, you’d be dead.”

Song Yu dug a finger in his ear, unfazed. “You’ve been nagging for days. If you really like nagging that much, go to a temple—no one there will complain.”

“You ungrateful bastard,” Zhou Heng muttered. “Besides me, who else even cares about you anymore?”

“That An He you’re obsessed with—after all these years together, she didn’t even show her face when you ended up like this. She’s heartless. Forget her.”

“She’s busy taking care of her kid,” Song Yu said quietly. “She’s busy.”

“You two are in the same hospital—just different floors! Even if she’s busy, she could at least check in. Face it—she doesn’t care.”

“She does,” Song Yu said softly. “I saw it.”

“Saw what, exactly?” Zhou Heng scoffed.

“I saw her cry for me.”

When he jumped, out of the corner of his eye, he’d seen An He rush toward him—tears glistening in her eyes. She hadn’t been completely indifferent. That was enough for him.

“Man, that was just your imagination,” Zhou Heng said. “An He’s got no heart.”

“Don’t talk about her like that,” Song Yu warned. “This is all my fault. It’s only right she won’t forgive me.”

Zhou Heng pressed a hand to his forehead. “You’re both insane. Completely insane.”

An He came the night before Song Yu was discharged.

These past few days, she hadn’t been idle—taking care of Xixi while verifying everything Liu Chen had said.

One by one, every detail checked out.

Just as Liu Chen had claimed, all of it had been Song Yu’s doing.

All along, he’d never truly abandoned her.

Behind the scenes, he’d done so much—quietly, endlessly.

She also found out that his coldness toward her had partly been his nature, but partly a smokescreen—to make Madam Song lower her guard so she’d stop making trouble for An He.

His carefulness, his hidden sacrifices—she was only learning them now.

An He pushed open the hospital room door. Song Yu was on the phone. When he saw her, he said, “I’ll call you back,” and hung up.

He was still wrapped in bandages, his arm in a cast. His legs had healed somewhat, but not enough for movement.

An He stayed by the door.

Song Yu stretched out his uninjured hand toward her, voice gentle. “Come here, sweetheart.”

After a brief hesitation, she walked forward. Just a few steps away, Liu Chen’s words echoed again in her mind.

“After Mr. Song learned about the baby, he cried for days. He even went racing that night—almost got himself killed.”

“He really cares about you.”

An He stopped at the bedside, about to speak—when Song Yu caught her wrist and pulled her into his arms. “Hehe, I missed you so much.”

No anger. No blame. The first thing he said was that he missed her.

His voice brushed her ear, low and hoarse. “I’ve been going crazy thinking about you.”

An He trembled and tried to pull away, looking up at him. “You’re not angry with me?”

Song Yu tightened his arm around her waist so she couldn’t retreat. “No.”

“Why not?”

“Because I love you.”