“Impulse is a demon. Money is the easiest trigger of conflict,” Yun Xiangxiang sighed.
She was also resigned about the modern debtors’ attitude. As those who refused to pay increased, more people lost the good part of humanity. Consequently, more people became indifferent, creating an apathetic society.
The murderer desperately needed the money for his child, who contracted an acute disease. They lost a lot of money in a failed investment, and he needed the money to save his child.
Now that he had rashly killed someone, not only did he fail to get the money for his kid, even he himself would be sent behind bars. That made things worse for his family.
“That child…,” Yun Xiangxiang felt pity for them. “Can you look them up for me? I want to donate the medical fees to her.”
Yun Xiangxiang knew many needed help in this world. She wasn’t the messiah. She wouldn’t interfere in things she didn’t come across. But if she did, she would help if she could.
The children are innocent. She hoped that with the help of the public, she and her father would put those bad memories behind them and grow up healthily without becoming a nihilistic youth.
“I have made the arrangements,” Song Mian touched Yun Xiangxiang’s face. “It might be trivial for us, but a turning point in life for them.”
“En,” Yun Xiangxiang was happy Song Mian shared her values. “Let’s not talk about upsetting news. When are you leaving?”
“It’s an afternoon flight. I can still make lunch for you,” Song Mian took Yun Xiangxiang into the kitchen.
The couple started getting busy for their goodbye lunch. They had it around eleven. When they were going to do the dishes, Yun Xiangxiang said, “You’re leaving soon. I’ll do the dishes today.”
“I can’t bear seeing your hands rough themselves up,” Song Mian held Yun Xiangxiang’s slender, porcelain hands. “I’ll do it.”
Yun Xiangxiang didn’t argue. She leaned at one side, “Ah Mian, do you dislike hiring maids?”
“I just dislike anyone interrupting my time with you,” Song Mian replied without raising his head.
He lived in wealth since little. He had to learn a lot when he was a child. He couldn’t even know whether he could lead a healthy lifestyle, let alone do chores himself. He never went into the kitchen before he was sixteen.
He only started doing chores when he was studying overseas, as his father wanted him to be independent and survive there. He didn’t have as many things to learn by then, nor were they urgent.
But Song Mian wasn’t someone who would willingly do these things. He just wanted to be alone with Yun Xiangxiang in their home. Even doing chores was a warm occasion for him.
Yun Xiangxiang slowly walked up to Song Mian’s back and leaned on it. She said softly, “Me too.”
Most people would think doing nothing meaningful as a couple was boring. But Song Mian and Yun Xiangxiang felt happy, possibly because they wanted familial warmth.
But separation would come to end their happiness. Yun Xiangxiang sent Song Mian to the helicopter. She kissed him, “Take care of yourself. I’ll send you some pics every day, you have to, too.”
“En, you too. Take care. Tell Song Qian if there’s anything you need. Father is in China too,” Song Mian reminded her.
Yun Xiangxiang nodded with a smile. She retreated and only stopped at a safe distance. She waved at him.
Yun Xiangxiang turned around and left when the chopper revved its engine. She disliked sending people off, the same way she disliked people clinging to her.
Even the closest couple would have to separate for a while. The sweetness of being together should match the suave of separation.
On the way back, Yun Xiangxiang still decided to post the status after much consideration.
[Actress Yun Xiangxiang V: I heard a tragic story today…]
Yun Xiangxiang told yesterday’s story in a hearsay perspective, hoping the debtors would clear their debt in good faith. She also hoped the lenders would use legal ways to get their money back, reminding them to not act on impulse. She also reminded them to be cautious when lending money, and to keep evidence of it.
Yun Xiangxiang commented at the end of the status: First time posting a chicken soup for the soul, anyone willing to taste it?
[I had a dry mantou for lunch. It goes well with this chicken soup.]
[I will down it even if it’s poison for the soul, let alone chicken soup!]
[My Sister Xiang is beautiful, kind, and spreads positivity. I have to follow in her footsteps.]
[I will be an honest person!]
[…]
Yun Xiangxiang was delighted about these responses. As a public figure, she would use her power to influence her fans.
She didn’t know how many of them could do it, but even if there was only one, then her efforts would not have been in vain.
Yun Xiangxiang started packing after returning home. Her flight to Shenshi was tomorrow. She delayed a few more days this time.
After returning to the crew, Yun Xiangxiang quickly adjusted herself and tried catching up as fast as she could.
With the year entering mid-April, the weather was starting to get hot. Yet they still had to don thick costumes. Yun Xiangxiang was still fine, her costume was not as thick. She wasn’t filming any winter scenes too. That was not the case with Yi Yan and the others.
That day, when Yun Xiangxiang and Yi Yan were talking with Du Changrong about the next scenes in the yard, Yun Xiangxiang heard something crash. Immediately, one of the glass panels upstairs shattered. She, Du Changrong, and Yi Yan were just standing right below.
“Look out!” someone pushed Yun Xiangxiang onto the ground at the nick of time, but pieces of the shattered glass still grazed her wrist.
She didn’t have time to tend to her wounds. Hurriedly, she looked at Ai Li. “Ai Li! Ai Li!”
Ai Li’s brows were furrowed. Yun Xiangxiang didn’t dare to move. She didn’t know what condition Ai Li was in. With so many shattered glass falling down, what if they pierced her?
The crew were already surrounding them now. The producer quickly called for the medical staff. As they were filming a scene of explosion soon, the crew had hired some medical staff. Thanks to that, they arrived on time.
Yi Yan and Du Changrong suffered some heavy injuries, but their vitals were unharmed. Yun Xiangxiang only had a few wounds on her wrist.
When Yun Xiangxiang saw the sheer number of shattered glass piercing Ai Li’s back, she trembled.
“I’m fine,” Ai Li consoled her. “Trust me. I’m fine.”
Someone like her had suffered countless wounds and life-and-death struggles. She knew whether the wounds were fatal.
“There’s a piece near the spine. She had to undergo a surgery at the hospital immediately,” the leading staff calmly instructed the others on how to move Ai Li.
They were all professional medical staff hired from the nearest hospital.