Chapter 109: Suicide Note, Posthumous Affairs

“That’s how it is. We’re flying to the hospital tomorrow morning. The surgery is in three days.”

“Let’s pack our things today. Take whatever you want to take.”

“Little bro, is there anything else you want to add?” Qin Wen asked.

Qin Liang shook his head, but then, as if he had remembered something, he looked up at his older brother. “By the way, bro, about Ah Le’s arrangements…”

“I’ve already asked the maids to have a unified story. We’ll just say the whole family is going on a trip, and it’s not convenient to bring a female pet.”

Qin Wen paused here, his gaze falling on his younger brother’s face. He raised his hand and rubbed his hair, his tone laced with a hint of a helpless smile. “You kid, you’re more concerned about a female pet than your own family.”

“It’s different. If Mom and Dad lose me, they still have you. But if Ah Le loses me, she’ll really be all alone.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed, and a fine layer of worry filled his eyes. “Bro, if… if something really happens to me, you have to take good care of her.”

“I know. You’ve been nagging about this for days. If it really comes to that, I’ll definitely take good care of your female pet, just as I would my own.”

“And, you’re not allowed to lay a hand on Ah Le,” the young man paused, his ice-blue eyes shining with an obstinate light. “Unless she’s willing, and she wants to pursue a better life, you’re absolutely not allowed to have any thoughts about her.”

“I know, I know.”

“And, you have to take care of her like you would me.”

“Understood.”

“And…”

Hearing this, Qin Wen suddenly felt a little amused.

Tang Yunle was just an S-grade female pet. What kind of magic did she have to make his little brother, who was about to have surgery, still be so concerned about her? Weren’t those words he had just said, which were full of seriousness, but also with ice-blue eyes, just like Qin Liang?

When Qin Wen said these words to himself, Qin Liang was really a little confused. Had he seen him before, or had he only seen him in a dream?

Everything that could be brought up suddenly rushed back.

Qin Liang raised his hand, three fingers pointing to the sky, his expression as solemn as a judge.

“I promise, if something really happens to you, I’ll take care of Tang Yunle like my own sister. And without her consent, I will absolutely not have any improper thoughts about her.”

Hearing this, the huge stone that had been weighing on Qin Liang’s heart finally lightened a little. He reached out and hugged Qin Wen. “Thanks, bro.”

“What’s there to thank? This is what I should do.”

Qin Wen patted his back, his tone becoming a little heavier. “Instead of worrying about letting someone else take care of her, you might as well worry about yourself—come out alive.”

“Alright, I’ll go and tell my parents. You can go back to your room and pack your things.”

He rubbed the young man’s hair, and then, as if he had remembered something, he paused and turned back with a smile.

“Hahaha, don’t forget to write a suicide note! This is a ‘reserved program’ that our family has to go through every three years, my dear foolish little brother!”

His large hand rubbed Qin Liang’s head hard a few times, and then Qin Wen turned and left.

Qin Liang stood there for a while, looking at the bright sunlight pouring in from the window. He then turned and went back to his bedroom.

The room was not luxurious, but it exuded a minimalist neatness.

He stepped on a chair and took down the deep red wooden box from the top of the bookshelf. He opened it with a key—inside lay a few yellowed envelopes.

He took out a piece of paper from the drawer and spread it on the desk. Qin Liang picked up his fountain pen and was about to write, but he suddenly paused and then slapped his forehead.

—What era is this? Why am I still writing a paper suicide note?

He shook his head with a laugh and turned on his computer.

A dozen or so minutes later, the electronic suicide notes for his parents and his brother had all been written, and they had also been set to be sent at a specific time.

—If he really couldn’t come back, these letters would be immediately sent to his relatives.

If he didn’t wake up after the surgery, these letters would be automatically sent to his relatives’ mailboxes. If he survived, he could just cancel the setting when he came back.

“Should I also write one for Ah Le?” Qin Liang muttered to himself, looking at the few emails on the screen.

As soon as the thought came to him, he started. But this letter to Tang Yunle took an exceptionally long time to write.

As a suicide note, as the last words he wanted to say to her, as the last trace he would leave in this world… Qin Liang’s fingertips hovered over the keyboard. A thousand words welled up in his heart, but he didn’t know where to start.

“Meow~”

A small Ragdoll cat jumped onto the desk, interrupting his thoughts.

The cat had a pure coat, completely white, with only a layer of deep brown fur on its ears. Its big, round eyes were as black as if they had been dipped in ink. It was Yanhuo.

The cat tilted its head and looked at him.

Qin Liang looked up, his ice-blue eyes meeting the cat’s dazed eyes. His fingertips gently poked its little head. “Little fellow, are you here to see me off?”

“I’m going to the hospital tomorrow, to gamble with God.”

“I don’t know… if I can win this time.”

He held Yanhuo in his arms, his fingertips gently stroking its fur. “If I don’t win, I’ll go first. I’ll go and see if there’s a hell or a heaven in this world, and if there’s a Cat Star—if there is, I’ll go and get Baoshi first.”

“And then, we’ll wait for you there.”

The young man lowered his head and nuzzled the cat’s ear, his voice as soft as a sigh. “By the way, Baoshi is a very beautiful big female cat~~”

In the afternoon, Qin Liang found Tang Yunle, who was driving a go-kart, and simply told her that his family was going on a trip tomorrow. Tang Yunle was instantly unhappy.

“Ah~ can’t you take me on the trip too? I’ll be very good. I won’t cause you any trouble.”

Tang Yunle parked the go-kart by the side of the track. When she took off her helmet, her hair was still a little damp with sweat. Her almond eyes were wide, and her tone was full of grievance:

“Why can’t you take me? I promise I won’t be noisy in the car. I’ll only eat a small bowl of food. I’ll even stand obediently by the side for pictures at the scenic spots. And I can sleep on the sofa or on the floor.”

Qin Liang leaned against the guardrail. He avoided her overly clear eyes, and his voice softened a little. “The place we’re going to this time is a little crowded. It’s not convenient to take too many people. And we’re only going for a week. We’ll be back soon.”

“A week?” Tang Yunle’s mouth drooped, and she kicked the go-kart’s tire. “Then where are you going? Is there a beach? Is there a Ferris wheel?”

“Yes, there are,” Qin Liang answered, following her words. He raised his hand and rubbed the girl’s aggrieved little head.

“Don’t be angry. If I could take you, I definitely would. It’s just that there are too few tickets this time. I can’t take you. I can’t possibly let you go through the pet air transport route like Yanhuo, can I?”

“I can.”

A crisp and firm female voice sounded.

Qin Liang was slightly stunned.

“Actually… I can go through the pet air transport route like Yanhuo.”

The girl bit her lip.

“I won’t move, and I won’t talk. I’ll be like a doll, lying quietly in the cage.”

The more she spoke, the more serious she became. She even started to count on her fingers. “If the plane is going to fly for a few hours, I’ll just bring some small bread and mineral water. And my phone and a power bank. I can just lie in the cage and read novels by myself…”

“If the plane is going to fly for more than ten hours, then you can just give me a sleeping injection and then a few oxygen tanks. I’ll sleep in the cage, and you can wake me up after you get off the plane.”