Chapter 119 (1/2)

The Complete Guide to the Use and Care of a Personal Assistant

Translator: Jury

Editor: NomNom

First Published on Chaleuria

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Chapter One Hundred and Nineteen

A chill of unknown origin invaded Su Yuyang’s body. Su Yuyang curled up and wrapped the blanket tightly around himself, but the chill still enveloped him, as inescapable as if it were his own skin. Su Yuyang felt that he needed to add another blanket, but when he opened his eyes, the sight he saw was blinding.

“It’s morning.” Su Yuyang rubbed his bleary eyes.

“Xiao Miao?” Su Yuyang reached for Ling Miao but couldn’t find a trace of him on the bed. He touched the spot where Ling Miao had slept the previous night and it was cold—Ling Miao had been gone for a long time.

“Xiao Miao?” Su Yuyang called loudly but didn’t get a response. He hurriedly got out of bed and rushed out of the room looking for Ling Miao. There wasn’t any sign of Ling Miao in the living room or the kitchen or the bathroom… finally, Su Yuyang’s gaze fell on Yan Li’s room door.

The door was shut. Su Yuyang crept over, not realizing he was shivering. He turned the doorknob but it stuck halfway. The door was locked.

“Xiao Miao, are you in there?” Su Yuyang pounded on the door. He believed that with this commotion, even if Ling Miao was asleep, he’d wake up from the disturbance. But Su Yuyang’s hopes were futile—Ling Miao didn’t hear his shouts.

“The key!” Su Yuyang murmured and swiftly returned to the room to look for the key. He vaguely remembered that the keys had been beside his laptop, but when he went to get it, he didn’t see it.

“Where did the key go?” Immense fear engulfed Su Yuyang and he stumbled out of the bedroom. Suddenly something gleamed on the ottoman. Su Yuyang rushed up to it and immediately recognized the thing that had shone: his keys!

He opened the room door and saw wads of paper all over the floor.

He picked one up at random and unfolded it. He felt as if he had been struck by thunder.

The writing on the paper had been scribbled over, but the contents could still be made out. On the paper was written: Yu, I left. Sorry…

Su Yuyang felt his hands tremble. He picked up another wad of paper and couldn’t unfold it.

“Feng Ji… Feng Ji…” Su Yuyang repeated Feng Ji’s name. He needed someone to help him and Feng Ji was the first person he thought of.

When Feng Ji got Su Yuyang’s call, he could tell the situation wasn’t good. He sent a text to his employees giving them the day off, then took An Yan to Su Yuyang’s house.

“Fuck it, why did he get an apartment on the tenth floor? There isn’t even an elevator.” Feng Ji stood in the doorway out of breath, complaining about Su Yuyang’s life choices again before he went in. He swore that when he bought a place he’d definitely get one on the second floor.

He dug out his key, opened the door, and fell weakly into the house. “Su… Su Yuyang.” Feng Ji called Su Yuyang’s name with difficulty, but Su Yuyang didn’t give any reaction.

Fuck it. I rushed over so quickly. Surely nothing has happened to him? Feng Ji didn’t bother changing his shoes and rushed straight to Su Yuyang’s room, but he didn’t see anyone.

As Feng Ji was hesitating, Su Yuyang appeared.

Su Yuyang’s eyes were red and tears shone in his eyes. In his hand was a sheet of paper. He repeated: “He’s gone… he’s gone…”

Feng Ji felt that the Su Yuyang before him was no more than a sack of skin. He said worriedly, “Yuyang, what happened?”

Su Yuyang’s lips trembled and he looked tearfully at Feng Ji. He opened his mouth but no sound came out. Feng Ji snatched the paper from his hands and began perusing it.

Su Yuyang, I’m very scared right now. I’m scared that you’ll suddenly wake up and see me writing this letter.