Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox

Chapter 443 - 441: Who Will You Choose—Me or Tang Si?

Although Wen Mu appeared to have recovered somewhat, his face was slightly pale, and he still looked very weak.

Hearing Song Yi’s words, he nodded slightly: "Yes."

"Your assistant brought me to the hospital. I heard from him that you have been looking for someone. I thought I might be able to help you, but I genuinely didn’t expect this when I asked."

His tone was mild, even while lying on the hospital bed, he exuded an aura that could subtly influence everything around him.

His almond-shaped eyes always curved with a soft arc, making him look appealing and approachable.

Such people can usually conceal their inner thoughts very deeply.

Song Yi had navigated the entertainment industry for a long time, encountering all sorts of cunning individuals, yet she had never met anyone like Wen Mu.

"Assistant Li described it to me, and I thought that I had been to that place before." Wen Mu, with a calm look, said to Song Yi: "Could you describe it specifically to me?"

"Perhaps I really am the person you’re looking for."

Song Yi sat on the chair beside the bed, her eyebrows slightly furrowed as she stared at Wen Mu.

Looking at his face, his eyes were very similar to Tang Si’s, his facial contours somewhat resembled Tang Si’s too, but without close observation, it wasn’t apparent.

Slightly similar, yet completely different individuals.

She squinted slightly.

Although some things might be certain, she still harbored some doubts and wouldn’t fully trust. It’s a basic principle to protect oneself.

The group responsible for their kidnapping has yet to be identified.

She was still considering whether to report it to the police but hadn’t seen Wen Mu ask her if they should alert the authorities or investigate them.

When Wen Mu had rescued her, he resembled the teenager from back then quite a bit; she could only remember the general outline of that boy.

Urgency prevented her from getting a clear look at that young boy.

"I don’t remember clearly." Song Yi said, "I was too young at the time and it’s been so long. I only know about this event but don’t remember the details well."

"Maybe if you tell me, I might be able to recall."

Human memory naturally fades each day, time can cleanse and efface everything.

With the passage of time, some faces can gradually become faint in one’s mind.

Wen Mu originally intended to attentively listen to Song Yi’s response.

Upon hearing this, Wen Mu’s eyes registered a hint of surprise.

Typically, when someone finds the benefactor they were searching for, they become excited with gratitude. Such emotions often overpower rationality.

But Song Yi wasn’t like that.

She maintained composure and self-restraint.

After a pause, Wen Mu’s lips curved slightly in a faint smile: "I was called up the mountain for training that day, wearing exercise gear, and the team had returned, leaving me behind, I was trying to find my way home alone."

"I found a small wooden cabin along the way, where I discovered a young girl."

His voice was slow and soft: "I kicked the door in, temporarily subdued them, and led the girl out in a hurry."

"That girl seemed to be very important to them, so people quickly chased after us with gunfire. I pushed the girl down a small slope, knowing there was grass below, she wouldn’t get hurt, while I held off the pursuers, watching her be rescued."

"Then I was taken back by them." Wen Mu’s tone remained gentle, though his eyes were furrowed.

Recalling these dark experiences seemed painful and hard to bear for him.

He clutched the blanket, lowering his eyes: "They used whips and torture, employing all conceivable methods."

"The process... I don’t want to elaborate." He managed a rare cold smile: "They are like worms in the gutter, their means exceedingly sinister, employing both psychological and physical torment."

Song Yi listened quietly, her attractive brows slightly furrowed because these... were exactly like the experiences she had in her childhood.

Moreover, when they were kidnapped together, and he rescued her, some moments corresponded with the figure of that young boy from her past.

Did she suddenly find that boy?

This sudden occurrence, finding him unexpectedly, left Song Yi’s mind somewhat blank.

She tightened her brows, momentarily unsure how to react.

Her feelings were extremely complex.

After some time, Song Yi exhaled slightly, lifting her eyes with a gentle smile: "The world is indeed small, we meet again through twists and turns."

"If there’s anything you need my help with, tell me, and I will do my best."

Song Yi expressed her stance.

Wen Mu looked at her, lightly smiling: "I don’t have anything that requires your help."

He said: "But if I must specify, there’s just one."

Song Yi looked at him, puzzled.

Wen Mu said: "Take good care of my brother, his life hasn’t been easy."

He spoke word by word, exceptionally gentle, with a soft smile on his face.

Song Yi pursed her lips: "You don’t need to mention that."

She is a woman who clearly distinguishes between gratitude and grievances, separating everything distinctly.

"If you genuinely care for Tang Si, why not before? Why didn’t you go yourself?"

"If you hadn’t wronged him in some way, would he dislike you so much?" The woman’s words were piercing.

Despite Wen Mu having explained that it was due to the incident of a young girl being pushed down stairs and framed.

Now, Song Yi feels differently, or rather not solely that.

For the first time, Wen Mu was stumped by the question.

How could this woman, having searched for her benefactor for so many years, react like this now that she found him?

He was used to having control in conversations, but now nothing was going as planned, nothing was following his logic.

"Silent?" Song Yi tilted her head slightly: "I don’t care about the past, we’ll handle things separately."

In her view, Tang Si is magnanimous; as a police officer, hasn’t he faced unjust accusations from the public? Consider the uproar over that online news previously.

She thought Tang Si would be upset, but he didn’t even furrow a brow.

He’s not the type to hold a grudge against Wen Mu over that incident.

"Separately." Wen Mu laughed: "If I and Tang Si commit the same crime, only one of us can survive and the choice is yours. As your benefactor, I demand you repay me by saving me, but Tang Si hates me and won’t let you save me. How would you decide?"