WMSR — QT Chapter 89

 

Chapter 89: The Caged White Moonlight

One year later, the Baixu Group underwent a complete change of ownership exactly as Bai Yichen had orchestrated. Of course, this did not mean Bai Yichen had entirely swallowed up the Baixu Group in its entirety; rather, under his relentless series of high-pressure corporate maneuvers, Xu Jiangzhe and the faction of board members tied to the Xu family were forced to transfer their assets out to establish a brand-new entity, leaving the Baixu Group name behind for Bai Yichen.

On the day of the signing ceremony, Xu Jiangzhe finally got his wish and laid eyes on the person he had been desperately yearning for across four long years. The moment he caught sight of Bai Yichen, everything else receded from his mind. He even completely forgot the humiliation implicit in this signing ceremony, his eyes entirely consumed by that single figure, greedily taking in every subtle transformation that had transpired across those four years.

Ziqian was still confined to a wheelchair, his exquisite profile so breathtaking that one couldn't tear their eyes away. Yet he had matured, becoming infinitely more captivating; that serene, unbothered aura that Xu Jiangzhe had once sensed in him had settled under the baptism of time, aging like a glass of rich, intoxicating fine wine.

"Ziqian." Losing his composure, Xu Jiangzhe abruptly stood up and tried to cross to the opposite side of the long conference table, but before he could even make it halfway, his path was firmly barred by a wall of bodyguards.

As if completely deaf to Xu Jiangzhe's desperate calls and blind to the commotion inside the boardroom, Bai Yichen didn't even lift his head, signing his name with sweeping, elegant strokes across the document. He then instructed his assistant to deliver the two signed copies of the contract to Xu Jiangzhe on the other side. Had it not been for the unique, profound significance of this signing, he never would have graced Xu Jiangzhe with his physical presence in the first place.

Xu Jiangzhe stared blankly at Bai Yichen for a long time, and seeing that the other party had zero intention of acknowledging him from start to finish, his head finally drooped in deep disappointment. Looking down at the contract delivered by the assistant, he pondered for a brief moment before lifting his pen to sign his name. (Read this novel on https://donttelmewhattodo.blogspot.com/ for free.)

The three characters of Xu Jiangzhe's name sat side by side with the name of Bai Ziqian right at the foot of the document.

Gazing at those two signatures resting side by side, Xu Jiangzhe treasured one copy for himself and instructed his assistant to return the other.

On the opposite side, having obtained what he came for, Bai Yichen simply signaled his assistant to wheel him away, escorted by a formidable squad of bodyguards who ensured Xu Jiangzhe never found an opening to step anywhere near him from start to finish.

Xu Jiangzhe gave chase for a brief distance, only to stare dejectedly at the motorcade as it dissolved into the distance beyond line of sight. Yet after a short moment, a fragile smile resurfaced on his face—at the very least, Ziqian had actually shown up this time, hadn't he?

Ziqian was no longer hiding from him like he used to. Did this mark the dawn of a new shift in their dynamic? After all these years, half of his parents' prison sentences had already elapsed, and they had paid a devastating price for their past crimes. This contract had even stripped away the very name of the Baixu Group. Now that things had progressed to this stage, Ziqian re-emerging before him—did that signify his desire for revenge had been largely satisfied, and his fury was finally beginning to dissipate? As this thought surfaced in his mind, Xu Jiangzhe's eyes couldn't help but ignite with growing brightness.

Even after enduring so many trials and upheavals, Xu Jiangzhe had never once surrendered the notion of being together with Ziqian.

He loved Ziqian so intensely that surviving an existence devoid of Ziqian was entirely unbearable; thus, even if matters had deteriorated to such an extreme, he had never once contemplated letting go. In this lifetime, he was destined to remain inextricably bound to Ziqian.

Besides, Ziqian agreeing to personally appear and sign the agreement today carried one tangible advantage. A soft smile crept onto the corner of Xu Jiangzhe's lips. The operatives he had dispatched who had been persistently unable to track down Ziqian's whereabouts should finally be able to uncover some solid leads following this encounter.

As for Xu Jiangzhe's scheming micro-thoughts, Bai Yichen had zero interest in decoding them. Holding the signed contract, Bai Yichen felt as though his final objective in this world had been fully accomplished; from here on out, he merely needed to wait in peace for his departure. Right now, there was precisely one month remaining before his exit from this world.

A month's duration was neither particularly long nor exceedingly short. However, it offered more than enough runway for him to retain an attorney to draft a formal will and leisurely organize his affairs after death.

Equipped with the experience harvested from his previous world, Bai Yichen had taken the precaution of undergoing comprehensive medical checkups at the hospital every few months over the past year. Yet this time, no matter how rigorously he was examined, his body registered as completely healthy up to this very moment. Based on Bai Yichen's current deduction, the probability of departing via a terminal illness was exceptionally low—after all, with only one month remaining, even the most rapid-onset terminal disease should have displayed traceable symptoms by now.

Since it wasn't a disease, his exit could only be triggered by an accidental event. Though that realization crossed his mind, Bai Yichen felt zero anxiety. As long as he survived the initial crisis that triggered the transmigration process, dying during the subsequent reward phase inflicted zero physical pain. This point had already been thoroughly validated when he passed away from a terminal illness in the previous world. That death had carried zero painful sensations—it was as seamless as drifting off to sleep, and the moment he opened his eyes again, he was already thrust into a new world.

Regarding his last will and testament, Bai Yichen possessed no surviving blood relatives or descendants in this world; consequently, the vast majority of his fortune would be donated to charitable organizations following his passing. As for the remaining portion, he chose to transfer it directly to Fang Ruoming.

Though he was well aware that Fang Ruoming's enterprise had flourished remarkably over these years and was by no means lacking capital, Fang Ruoming stood as the sole, treasured friend who had accompanied him through the final years of freedom in this world, and he wanted to leave him something meaningful in return.

Not to mention that his upcoming death was bound to inflict deep sorrow upon Fang Ruoming in his capacity as his closest friend.

Some things truly could not be spoken of without summoning them; the very instant Bai Yichen thought of Fang Ruoming, the younger man arrived at his doorstep for a visit the very next moment.

Over these past few years, the bond between Fang Ruoming and Bai Yichen had remained exceptionally close. Sharing the common reality of being completely alone in the world, Fang Ruoming—who had been orphaned in early childhood—would brazenly run straight over to Bai Yichen's residence whenever major family holidays rolled around, such as the Mid-Autumn Festival or Lunar New Year.

Fang Ruoming's presence similarly dissolved the cold, solitary atmospheric gloom that usually settled over Bai Yichen during festive holidays in this world.

By now, Fang Ruoming had grown so intimately familiar that he could casually joke with Bai Yichen and move in and out of the kitchen as naturally as a co-master of the house. Bai Yichen's residence even featured a dedicated guest bedroom set aside specifically for him. Yet for reasons unknown, no matter how intensely the flames of affection burned in Fang Ruoming's heart, he had never quite summoned the courage to lay his true feelings bare.