Mysterious level up! Shen Ye cries and begs for reconciliation again

Chapter 40 I want to be cured

When Gu Qing received the news and rushed to the hospital, Shen Rao's wound had been treated again. However, due to excessive blood loss from the wound and his emotional fluctuations, he fell into a coma again.

Recalling the doctor's instructions, he entered the ward and found that the person on the bed had woken up at some point and was looking out the window quietly, with a look of indifference.

Gu Qing's accumulated worry turned into anger.

"Shen Rao, what on earth are you going to do?"

"One second you said you wouldn't do it, and the next second you ran away without saying a word. And you tortured yourself like this again. Are you sick?!"

Shen Rao slowly turned his head, his black eyes filled with seriousness.

"I am sick and I want to be cured."

"..."

After Shen Rao said he wanted to treat the illness, Gu Qing hurried to find Gu Yan. After he left, Chen Huai came in.

Chen Huai lowered his head and wiped the sweat off his face as he reported, "Boss, Young Master Han sent me here to tell you something."

"explain."

Shen Rao leaned on the hospital bed, his tone unable to tell whether he was sad or happy.

Chen Huai couldn't help swallowing his saliva, "He asked you if you like the gift?"

The air suddenly turned cold, making people feel frightened and depressed.

"Oh, tell him that I like it very much and will give him a gift in return to thank him right away."

Shen Rao sneered and spoke slowly in a low and hoarse voice.

Chen Huai immediately agreed and left.

The ward returned to silence again. Shen Rao stared blankly ahead for a few minutes and took out a crumpled photo from the bedside table.

Han Ting's annoying face is smiling wildly at the camera, and opposite him is Qi Yan, who is eating breakfast seriously with his head down. From the camera alone, it seems that the two of them are getting along easily and happily.

Shen Rao applied force with his fingertips, and another wrinkle appeared on the photo.

Along with the photo, there was also a card with Qi Yan's current address on one side and a very provocative message on the other.

"I heard that you guys haven't had a photo together for so many years. This one is for you. Don't thank me too much."

These cards and photos were like stabbing him in the back.

So he went to find Qi Yan, but didn't ask about the photo because he didn't dare. He was afraid of knowing the truth and afraid that she would say something more hurtful.

But those three "I'm sorry"s were like a needle stick in his heart.

He had thrown away the card long ago, but not the photo. He looked at it and felt a sharp pain in his heart.

Only when the dull pain turned into numbness did he curl the corners of his lips in self-mockery.

……

Half a month later, Qi Yan received Zhao Zhi's invitation and came to the villa. During this period, the two would contact each other on the phone from time to time and had become friends.

If Han Ting hadn't looked for her that day, she would have met Zhao Zhi by chance in the park.

As she thought so, her eyes stayed on the busy figures in the kitchen. Her expression was usual indifferent, but when Zhao Zhi turned around holding the baking tray, she immediately put on a harmless smile.

He quickly stood up and moved the clutter off the table.

“Wait until it cools down before eating.”

Zhao Zhi put down the baking tray and took off her scald-proof gloves.

Qi Yan nodded obediently, and kept busy helping to clean up the mess in the kitchen made by making cookies.

When everything was done and the biscuits were cool, Zhao Zhi also made a pot of black tea.

The two of them were having afternoon tea by the wooden-framed floor-to-ceiling window, admiring the sunset. The retro gramophone in the living room was slowly playing vinyl records. It was a cozy and beautiful moment.

Zhao Zhi took a few sips of tea and put it down. After all, pregnant women shouldn't drink too much. She squinted her eyes, stroked her bulging belly, and her whole body exuded the tenderness of motherhood.

Now she is undoubtedly happy.

Qi Yan withdrew his gaze and drank his black tea with his eyes lowered.

The bright and transparent orange-red reflected her eyebrows and eyes, which were blurred by the slight ripples.

At this time, there was a noise outside. Zhao Zhi opened her eyes and looked out the window in surprise.

The wooden door of the courtyard opened, and Fan He came in tiredly with a briefcase, his eyes full of bloodshot under his black-framed glasses.

Zhao Zhi quickly took his briefcase and coat and looked at him with pity.

"You must be tired after several days. Go take a shower and go upstairs to rest."

"Um……"

Fan He rubbed his swollen eyebrows, and then he noticed that there was someone else at home.

It took him a while to react when he saw Qi Yan's face.

"Since you're not here, Xiaoyan has been coming to keep me company quite often. We're very familiar with each other now."

There was some complaint in Zhao Zhi's tone. Fan He's eyes, which had been strange at the beginning, became gentle, and he held her face and pinched it gently.

"Sorry, I've been very busy lately. It's good to have someone to accompany you. You guys chat first and I'll go upstairs and rest."

After saying that, he nodded to Qi Yan and went upstairs.

Qi Yan's peripheral vision followed his figure as he went up the stairs until he could no longer see him.

Zhao Zhi put down what she was holding and couldn't help but start talking.

"I haven't replied to your messages in recent days because I've been busy. I didn't expect him to come back today. Sorry, Xiaoyan, I thought he wasn't coming back."

"fine."

Qi Yan shook his head and said indifferently.

Since the male owner had returned, she tactfully said goodbye and left.

After Qi Yan left, Fan He went downstairs holding his tie and asked Zhao Zhi who was helping her adjust her suit.

"Has she been here often lately?"

Zhao Zhi lowered her head to organize her things and answered casually.

"Not often. I always ask her to come. She comes sometimes, but not when she's not free."

"Really."

Fan He didn't know what he was thinking. He pulled out his tie and threw it into the laundry basket.

His voice was even. "It's a good thing that you're close to her. I feel relieved to have someone I like to accompany you."

Zhao Zhi put down her suit and looked at him in confusion.

"What are you talking about? Can I find someone who makes me unhappy?"

"Also, how long will you be busy?"

She was a little dissatisfied. It was not that Fan He had not been busy before, but this time, even though he was not on a business trip, it was rare that he was so busy that she could not see him.

"Tell me, is there something wrong with the company? Don't hide it from me."

Zhao Zhi said worriedly.

Fan He hurried forward to comfort his wife, "No, no, it's just that there were some problems with the project recently, the company is fine."

"Okay, I believe you, but if anything really happens, you must tell me."

She looked into his eyes and said seriously.

Fan He laughed, and his eyes were bent so that it was impossible to tell the emotion in his eyes.

"Don't worry, I'll tell you if there's anything."

……

This time, after Qi Yan left Fan He's house, she did not stay there any longer. Instead, she drove the flashy supercar that Han Ting had given her to deliver takeout.

She carried bags of barbecue and drinks to a multi-story villa in Jianganyuan Villa and rang the doorbell.

The wooden door opened and the noise from inside rushed out.

Gu Qing opened the door with a beer bottle in his hand. When he saw it was her, his smiling face instantly fell.

Pull the door back and block Qi Yan with your body.

"Why are you here?"

She raised her eyes and took in the bustling scene in the house, but didn't react much, just raised her eyebrow at the thing in her hand.

“Delivering food.”

Gu Qing looked her up and down and spoke in a mocking tone.

"Why, Han Ting can't afford to support you? Why are you still delivering food?"

Qi Yan was completely immune to these sarcasms and spoke seriously.

"People have to earn their own living."

Gu Qing snorted coldly, with his dislike written all over his face.