Meng Po Gave Her a Bowl of Soup (GL) - Chapter 4

Wanyue had been busy all evening, finally managing to prepare a table full of dishes that looked quite good and tasted just passable.

Mingyu understood her well. Over the years, Wanyue had been so pampered that she rarely cooked. Aside from a dish of braised eggplant and a couple of cold dishes that she made herself, she eventually had to call for takeout as reinforcements.

The warm candlelight was lit, casting a soft glow over everything around it. The air was filled with the aroma of red wine and food.

Song Wanyue thought about Mingyu. She knew her so well.

Even if the food she made was burnt or a mess, Mingyu would definitely smile and eat it all. In the end, she would rub her stomach and say, “I’m so full, and it’s all your fault,” before pulling her into an embrace and kissing her bit by bit.

Mingyu was always so considerate and gentle with her.

Song Wanyue glanced at the time. It was almost 9:00 PM. No matter which flight it was, she should be arriving soon, right?

Unable to contain her anticipation, Song Wanyue secretly dialed Mingyu’s number.

If Mingyu was on the plane, her phone would be off, so there was no harm in calling.

If the phone was on, it would mean she was already on her way home.

On her way… home.

Uncontrollably, Song Wanyue’s heart pounded fiercely. Not even others could understand it, and even she couldn’t comprehend why, after all these years of loving each other, she still felt as excited as she did when they first met.

To her surprise, the phone connected. Song Wanyue, both nervous and thrilled, tightened her grip on the phone.

The sound of the ringing—one, two, three times—echoed through the line…

Wanyue’s expression gradually changed, from initial joy to confusion, and then to worry and anxiety as she dialed the number again. In just a few seconds, her heart felt like it was on a roller coaster.

She knew Mingyu.

Even though she was always busy with work, if Wanyue called, she would always pick up immediately.

Song Wanyue even had a little habit: every time she called Mingyu, she would secretly count in her head.

By the time she reached three, she would hear Mingyu’s gentle, affectionate voice.

Mingyu knew about her little quirks and always indulged her, never making her wait a second longer than necessary, always answering the phone right away.

It had been that way for years.

But now…

Song Wanyue bit her lip, her eyebrows furrowing as she anxiously called Xiao He.

Maybe the flight was delayed?

But it had been so long, she should have called by now.

Before the call could connect, another call came in from an unfamiliar number. Seeing the area code, Song Wanyue hesitated for a moment before quickly answering.

The signal on the other end seemed weak, and the background noise was chaotic. There were sounds of people speaking hurriedly and the sharp blare of sirens, like a dark cloud pressing down on her heart.

“Are you Song Wanyue?”

It felt like something was wrong. Wanyue’s throat tightened. “Yes, I am… You are…?”

“I’m…” The signal was intermittent, and Wanyue only caught fragments of the man’s raspy words: **Xiao Mingyu… car… guardrail… accident.**

In that moment, at that time, it felt like Song Wanyue’s body was plunged into an icy abyss. She was so cold, trembling all over, her heart frozen.

Her phone slipped from her hand, her body slowly tilting backward, and tears froze at the corners of her eyes.

••••

Wanyue and Zhang Hui went together to the accident scene.

It was still drizzling lightly.

The rain washed over everything. At the site of the accident, various departments were still working to recover the cars. The bloodstains on the ground had faded, with only a few remaining fragments left behind, but the broken guardrail stood there solemnly, telling the story of what had happened.

The truck had overturned on the ground after the violent impact, and the driver was seriously injured but had narrowly escaped death, being rushed to the hospital.

The traffic police had reviewed the surveillance footage from the scene and determined that the truck driver was fully at fault. A police officer wearing a raincoat approached the two women, a look of pity and regret flashing in his eyes.

Zhang Hui’s hands and feet were cold, unable to believe this was real, but she still had the presence of mind to quickly step forward when she saw the officer approaching.

Song Wanyue’s face was pale as she bent down, squatting beside the highway that had already been cordoned off with barriers. The cold wind howled, and her body trembled lightly, like a fallen leaf.

Mingyu…

Her Mingyu…

The accident happened at the highest point of the mountain. Mingyu’s car had been hit by a large truck and was sent flying. In such a situation, there was almost no chance of survival, especially since the cliff below led to a vast sea, making the recovery work extremely difficult.

The rain poured down heavier and heavier.

After eight hours of search efforts, neither the car nor the person had been recovered.

If this continued, it would become dangerous for the rescue teams as well. Under the coordination of the city bureau, the departments began to gradually withdraw.

Zhang Hui knew that this time… this time, there was little hope. Her heart ached terribly, but what pained her even more was Wanyue’s reaction.

She watched Wanyue…

She watched the woman who had grown up with her since childhood, who was cherished by her parents and treated as the apple of their eye during her youth, and who, after reaching adulthood, was treasured like a princess by Mingyu. Now, that woman was kneeling again and again, begging those around her.

The heavy rain poured down, soaking her and mingling with her tears. She humbled herself, pleading desperately, over and over again.

“Please… I’m begging you, don’t leave. Save her, save her……”

Her Mingyu wouldn’t leave her, wouldn’t just let go of her like this.

She had promised she would come home.

She had promised her…

Zhang Hui couldn’t hold back her tears, streaming down her face as she went over to pull Wanyue up by the arm. “Wanyue, don’t do this. Get up…”

Mingyu…

If she saw this, it would break her heart.

Mingyu, how could you bear to leave her alone?

••••

The car and the body were finally recovered the next afternoon.

Song Wanyue seemed like she had lost her soul as she watched her Mingyu, the one who had brought her countless joys and happiness, being slowly pulled from the crushed and deformed car.

She watched as they placed Mingyu on a small stretcher, covered her with a white cloth, and as the people around her looked on with deep sorrow.

Song Wanyue slowly walked over, unable to believe it. Her hand gently reached out, touching Mingyu’s arm.

She was so cold.

Her body was so cold.

Wanyue couldn’t help but hold her hand, gently blowing on it. She looked at the ring on Mingyu’s hand, biting her lip until blood seeped out.

A forensic doctor in a white coat handed Wanyue a transparent bag containing a phone. “This was found in the car. When the deceased was discovered, her hand was curled upward, so we believe she was trying to make one last call but didn’t have the chance.”

The phone had been damaged by the water and wouldn’t turn on.

Hearing this, tears streamed down Song Wanyue’s face.

Mingyu must have been trying to call her, wanting to hear her voice one last time…

She had always made sure to let Wanyue know if anything was going on, a habit she had developed since they were young.

Back then, when their love affair had been exposed, Wanyue’s parents strongly opposed it and kept Wanyue under strict control, leaving Mingyu unable to see or contact her.

But Mingyu was stubborn. She would call Wanyue day after day, watching the name “Wife” appear on her phone again and again, giving her brief moments of hope.

It was like self-torture, day after day, as Xiao Mingyu waited in anguish.

Finally, one day, Wanyue answered her call. Wanyue knew that Mingyu must have been waiting in a dark and hopeless state all these days, enduring a lot of pain and suffering.

But Mingyu didn’t complain at all. Instead, she gently comforted the crying Wanyue with a soft smile, saying, “It’s okay, Wanyue, don’t cry.”

Mingyu had promised Wanyue that no matter where she was, she would always find her.

Mingyu knew that hearing her voice would bring Wanyue peace of mind.

••••

Song Wanyue’s parents watched from the side, tears streaming down their faces. Over the years, Mingyu’s actions had finally won over the two stubborn and traditional elders.

She had even secretly contacted them before leaving on her business trip, planning to propose to Wanyue and give her a surprise when she returned.

But now… now…

Mingyu’s mother, upon hearing the tragic news back in her hometown, was so devastated that she was hospitalized and still couldn’t get out of bed.

In the end, with trembling hands, Wanyue slowly lifted the white cloth.

Under the cloth, Mingyu lay peacefully. She didn’t look like she had passed away at all, but rather as if she were simply asleep.

In the past, Wanyue loved watching Mingyu sleep with such innocence. She felt that her Mingyu was probably the most beautiful person in the world.

Her lips.

Her eyes.

Her brows.

Song Wanyue gently caressed Mingyu’s cheek. She didn’t cry, but even the police officers, who were accustomed to dealing with life and death, couldn’t help but get teary-eyed watching her.

Finally, Wanyue lowered her head and kissed Mingyu’s lips. Cold tears inevitably slid down her cheeks as she choked back sobs, her heart breaking with pain.

“Mingyu, wake up, please wake up.”

You promised to take care of me for a lifetime.

We were just about to get married.

How could you leave me like this?

••••

In the days that followed…

Song Wanyue had once thought about the fact that she and Mingyu would inevitably part ways one day.

Maybe it would be on a morning when they were both old and gray, when the one who passed away first would kiss the other, who had peacefully fallen asleep and gone to heaven.

They had agreed that if that day came, neither of them would cry.

The one who went first would wait in heaven for the other.

In this life, they loved and stayed together.

In the next life, they would be married again.

Her wife.

Her beloved.

••••

But now…

Song Wanyue wanted to see her Mingyu one last time.

In the cold, white morgue.

Just like she always did, Song Wanyue gently kissed her forehead. She stroked Mingyu’s brows again and again with her hand, nuzzled her cheek with her neck, and slowly wrapped her slender arms around Mingyu’s delicate waist.

“The most romantic thing I can think of is growing old with you, bit by bit…”

This was the song Mingyu often sang in her ear.

In the past, when Mingyu sang it to Wanyue, Wanyue was always very happy.

But now, when Wanyue sang it to her, she didn’t respond at all.

Heartless Mingyu.

Zhang Hui and Song Wanyue’s parents waited outside for three hours, unable to bear the repeated urging of the crematorium staff.

She had no choice but to go in and check on Wanyue.

When she entered.

Wanyue was sitting on the floor, one leg half-kneeling, her upper body leaning against Mingyu’s. One hand was around her waist, while the other was intertwined with Mingyu’s fingers. She murmured, “Mingyu, I’ve been talking for so long, why aren’t you answering me? You used to love nagging me the most.”

“Please wake up, okay? I promise I won’t eat greasy food anymore, and I’ll stop ordering takeout.”

“I’ll be good and wait at home for you every day.”

“Was this ring meant for me? Silly, you haven’t even put it on my finger yourself.”

“I bought a wedding dress, Mingyu, you will love it.”

“Mingyu, how could you leave me? I’m your wife…”

••••

Zhang Hui covered her mouth with her hand, turned around, and pressed her back against the cold wall, biting her lip to keep from crying out loud.

••••

“Don’t go, Mingyu, I beg you.”

“I’m begging you…..Waaah…waaah….”

Her lover’s tender, sorrowful pleas echoed in the empty, desolate space.

Xiao Mingyu could no longer respond to her.

And all Wanyue could do was watch as her beloved, the one who used to sleep beside her every day, who would wake up and kiss her forehead first thing in the morning, telling her she was loved, spoiling her, and promising never to leave her… finally turned into a handful of cold ashes, scattered across Song Wanyue’s heart.

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