The CEO’s Dancing Wife – Part One

For a moment, I thought I was hallucinating. Aunt Min, who had been in a coma for six years, not having spoken or opened her eyes, was now half-sitting up in bed, wrapped in a blanket, her bright eyes fixed on me. Though her face was pale and her expression weak, she was smiling and reaching out to me, “Xiao Ai…” I pinched myself hard, the pain was real, so wonderful, this wasn’t a dream. I couldn’t even call out “Aunt Min” and rushed to her bedside, burying my head in her embrace, hands covering her, tears soaking into the blanket. “Xiao Ai,” she called again, her voice hoarse, her hand gently stroking my hair. I bit the edge of the blanket, unable to control my sobbing, my whole body trembling like a child who had finally found their loved one after immense grievance. I never imagined, not even in my wildest dreams, that this day would come. She didn’t say much, just held me, letting me cry. I cried loudly, as if releasing all the bitterness, pain, and helplessness of these years in this moment. Song Li stood quietly to the side, not speaking, not trying to stop me. After a while, I gradually calmed down, wiping away my tears haphazardly, and managed a smile at Aunt Min, “Look at me, I’m just too happy.” Aunt Min cupped my face, looking at and touching me with a near-greedy intensity, then said in a hoarse whisper, “Xiao Ai, you’ve grown so well! These years have been hard on you.” I shook my head vigorously, fresh tears welling up. Song Li came behind me, his hands on my shoulders, whispering in my ear, “Okay, don’t cry anymore, remember what the doctor said?” I nodded, trying to swallow the lump in my throat. Aunt Min smiled at Song Li, “Good child, you’re the one for our Xiao Ai, aren’t you?” Without hesitation, Song Li nodded, “Yes.” I rubbed my eyes. Aunt Min studied him for a moment, nodding slowly, “Good, good, I can finally rest assured.” “Aunt Min…” I called softly. She smiled at me, “Xiao Ai, I haven’t had a proper meal in years, could you ask the doctor if I could have some soft porridge?” “Yes, yes, of course.” I got up to grab my jacket, “I’ll be right back.” As I closed the door, I glanced back; Aunt Min had placed her hand on Song Li’s, as if about to tell him something… When I returned with the porridge, Song Li was sitting on a bench outside, silently smoking a cigarette. I thought something was wrong. My heart leaped into my throat, and I hurried over, not daring to ask. He looked up and smiled at me, “It’s nothing, she’s asleep.” I exhaled a long sigh of relief, “Then I’ll go check on her.” Song Li suddenly grabbed my wrist, “Not yet, sit with me for a bit.” I looked at him for a moment before sitting next to him. He casually draped an arm over my shoulders, leaning against me as if exhausted. “What’s wrong?” I asked, allowing him to lean on me, “What did Aunt Min say to you?” “Nothing much,” he sighed lightly, snuffed out the cigarette, and wrapped his arms around me, murmuring almost inaudibly, “What should I do with you?”