Chapter 32 Chapter 32

In the eyes of the public, Feng Ling is still mysterious, and there are all kinds of rumors about her. Because she doesn't like to do business or respond, the legends about her become more and more diverse.

Because of the lucrative investment returns, Feng Ling entered the lucrative industry early on. She collaborated with other directors. Although Zhao Lanyin didn't say she was unhappy, she showed all kinds of unhappiness, so Feng Ling's desire for business was even smaller. Fortunately, she did not give up on honing her basic acting skills and is still an excellent actor and model.

Lover is the most important thing in Feng Ling's heart. Zhao Qingxun cannot walk and is in poor health, but he respects her and cares about her. He has been affectionate and attentive to her for many years and never lets Feng Ling suffer any grievances. On the contrary, it is a group of healthy boyfriends who can run and jump who often make the girls around them sad.

Feng Ling is not stupid. Seeing her classmates and friends falling in love, breaking up and getting back together, experiencing all kinds of sweetness or contradictions, although she has not experienced it personally, she has learned a lot of rules of love.

Zhao Qingxun's biggest regret is probably the inability to make their relationship public, but Feng Ling doesn't feel wronged. Sharing their relationships with everyone is a way of life for celebrities, but isn't protecting their privacy a way of cherishing love?

After spending some time with Zhao Qingxun in Switzerland, his health improved considerably. His ear condition, while not completely cured, was under control, which gave Feng Ling a great deal of peace of mind. After all, if hearing loss in one ear is very likely to affect the hearing in the other. Zhao Qingxun was only thirty years old, and if his condition continued to progress, he might lose his hearing completely. For someone already paralyzed and unable to walk, hearing loss would undoubtedly close another window to the outside world, making life even more boring.

Things always turn around unexpectedly. Because Feng Ling's TV series couldn't be aired on a suitable schedule, the director opted for an online broadcast. Halfway through the show, it was halted due to overwhelmingly positive reviews, leading to a prime-time exclusive broadcast on a TV station. The male and female leads, Feng Ling and Song Chaojin, became both popular again for various reasons.

"This game is so difficult, they are really amazing." Feng Ling and Zhao Qingxun had a rare moment of leisure time, so they watched a domestic entertainment program. The guests were none other than the creators of the TV series she was broadcasting, and the actors participated in activities and played games.

"Most actors have dance skills. It is almost impossible for ordinary people to carry someone on their back and do these movements." Zhao Qingxun also felt that today's games are getting closer and closer to Europe and the United States. They are really creative, but it is really difficult for ordinary people to do them without training.

Zhao Qingxun's back was weak and had no support, so he couldn't sit still on the sofa. He sat with his legs apart, his feet curled up into a semicircle and resting loosely on the floor. The nurse added cushions on both sides of his body, and Feng Ling stood close to him, holding his arm to make sure he wouldn't fall off the sofa. Only then did the nurse dare to leave.

"It's a good thing I wasn't asked to participate, otherwise I would have made myself stupid." No one asked Feng Ling to play games, so she could stay at home and relax.

"It's quite fun to participate in the show and play games. However, your identity does not require you to participate in the activities, so Jian Ying and the others didn't sign these for you." Feng Ling is the most famous person in the whole crew, so she naturally doesn't have to do the post-promotion work. Zhao Qingxun secretly felt lucky that his girlfriend didn't have to fly back to play games and could accompany him for a few more days. He naturally cherished it even more.

"Oh, it's a good thing I didn't sign it, otherwise how could I stay at home with you." She didn't think she was special. At most, she was very lucky. She was born beautiful and happened to be met by someone who admired her. Feng Ling has always tried hard to protect everything she has and carefully cherishes what she has. She is especially grateful to her godmother Zhao Lanyin.

Occasionally, some fans, whose identities are unknown, would stir up trouble, saying that as the heroine, Feng Ling received all the beautiful shots, and that the male lead was carefully protecting this international film queen. However, she did not care about her fans, and did not participate in any event related to the TV series, and she did not contribute anything to the promotion.

This statement was a bit biased and did not cause any particularly big waves, but it happened to be seen by Feng Ling and he remembered it.

The TV series was delayed for a long time, and it was originally a losing business, but it suddenly became surprisingly popular. The broadcast of the whole series happened to be the time for the TV series awards. Feng Ling's small and exquisite movie face and subtle and moving natural style of acting impressed all the judges. She stood out from more than a dozen candidate actresses and won the gold award in one fell swoop.

In order to receive the award, Feng Ling flew back to Beijing. The company made a lot of preparations for this appearance and designed several looks. As soon as Feng Ling got off the plane, her agent hugged her and took her to try on makeup.

"My little ancestor, my sweetheart, if you don't come back, I can't live anymore." The agent is in her forties, dressed fashionably like a little girl, and speaks in a startled manner.

She covered her lips with her delicate jade fingers and chuckled softly, her small white teeth like shells hidden by the wind chimes. She teased her agent, "My dear sister, you're still getting paid even if you don't work. How many workers' ultimate dream is your life?"

"That's because they are useless. I don't want to rest. I want to work hard." How could the agent think that the money was too much? He happily got into the nanny car with Feng Ling.

This is the fourth time Feng Ling has won an award, and it is also her first time to receive an award in China. Her mood is very different from the previous times. Her acting skills have been recognized by domestic fans and experts, which is what she values ​​most.

Receiving the award in Beijing was like receiving an honor at home for Feng Ling. She felt more relaxed, radiant, and exceptionally beautiful.

Zhang Zhiwen and the main creators including Song Chaojin also came. Feng Ling sat with everyone and recalled the scenes during the filming, which made her determined to go on stage and confess her feelings.

Rumor has it she's a natural winner. After hugging the trophy and thanking those around her, Feng Lingzhen suddenly changed the subject, deliberately raising her delicate, fair hand to present the collector's-grade yellow diamond to the world. Her gaze seemed to be gazing far away, and she smiled in gratitude at her lover, "Yes, he's the one I want to thank the most. The one who gave me this birthday gift is my best boyfriend in the world."

Feng Ling, who is only 24 years old, actually admitted that she was in love in such a formal occasion and thanked her lover, making all the speculations and fabrications about her meaningless, and the whole world applauded her love.

After bowing deeply to everyone again, Feng Ling smiled and stood still, continuing her speech. "It's rare for me to give an acceptance speech in Chinese. I'm so excited. I want to say to my fans and moviegoers that when I first signed the contract, there was no agreement on any promotional activities for our TV series. So, I was not allowed to participate in the promotional activities without an agreement. I feel very sorry for not being able to join the group activities. However, I really did not breach the contract."

Her brave and bold words and actions once again shocked everyone. It suddenly dawned on everyone that Feng Ling, as an internationally recognized actress, hadn't been asked to participate in promotional activities since her contract was signed. It wasn't that she was deliberately avoiding publicity out of socializing. She would explain herself when misunderstood. The seemingly wild and aloof goddess now had a mouth and would explain herself. Her popularity with the public increased exponentially, and she used the opportunity of accepting an award to attract another wave of fans. The couture gown she wore to accept the award directly announced Feng Ling as the global spokesperson, a clear sign of favoritism.

There was a high-end dinner after the party, and many big names from the film and television industry gathered. Feng Ling had to enter as the queen of the screen, and ordinary actors couldn't get in at all.

Feng Ling was brought into the dinner by Zhao Lanyin. She greeted everyone she met, raised her wine glass, bent down and clinked it with her head countless times, but in fact she didn't drink a drop of wine. Such social activities were undoubtedly much more tiring than receiving awards.

Jian Ying called Feng Ling's assistant and asked her to give her the phone to Feng Ling. Feng Ling was called out and answered the phone. She was confused and asked the assistant standing at the door, "What's the matter?"

"The big boss is looking for you, you can check your phone yourself." The young assistant leaned over the door and put the phone into Feng Ling's hand. She finally completed the delivery task.

Feng Ling's heart moved. The big boss the assistant was talking about was not the same person as the big boss she knew. Feng Ling hurriedly opened her mobile phone to check.

It turned out to be Zhao Qingxun looking for her.

[Baby][Baby][Baby] He called her several times, adding a cute little crying expression.

[I'm here, my phone is in my hand, Axun, did you miss me?] Thinking that the Swiss might not have had dinner yet, Feng Ling had already sent the voice message.

Soon, Zhao Qingxun sent a photo of himself.

The photo was probably taken with the help of a nurse. Zhao Qingxun was wearing a sky blue double-breasted coat and half leaning on the head of the nursing bed. The beige nursing bed and the dark night sky outside the side window were clearly the shape of the lamppost in the yard of his home in Beijing.

"Axun, are you home in Beijing? Are you back?" Feng Ling typed quickly, then studied the photo carefully. It was indeed Beijing. Back home in Switzerland, the bed was a light gray. Furthermore, it was dinnertime in Switzerland, so the view outside the window should be a vibrant sunset. But in Beijing, with a six-hour time difference, it was a pitch-black night.

After getting off the plane, Feng Ling was surrounded by her assistant agent and busy trying on makeup. Everyone's luggage was at the hotel, and she had no time to go home. Everyone gave their all and stayed in the hotel for three days, working overtime to change dresses, try on makeup, finalize makeup, and take photos for tonight's awards ceremony. Feng Ling's high heels were managed by a dedicated person, so that she could have a perfect performance tonight.

The young couple couldn't help but start making phone calls. Zhao Qingxun asked her gently on the phone, "I came back secretly and wanted to date the movie queen. My baby, is it okay?"

She didn't answer his knowing question, but asked with concern, "Did you just get home? Have you eaten?"

Nodding slightly in agreement, Zhao Qingxun's phone was on speakerphone in the holder, and he immediately replied, "I just arrived. I ate a little on the plane, so I'm not hungry."

Hearing him say this, Feng Ling eagerly asked him, "But I'm so hungry. Wait for me, I'll go home and eat with you, okay?"

"good."

The date was confirmed.

After hanging up the phone, Feng Ling looked up in the corner and almost bumped into someone. It was a young man. Her nose almost touched his shoulder. She quickly steadied herself and dodged backwards. Her high heels were not very supportive. Fortunately, Feng Ling was young and had a strong waist. She leaned her upper body backwards and avoided the obstacle in front of her.

"Be careful." The man's low voice came, and his slender palm wearing an exquisite diamond ring and a famous watch almost touched Feng Ling's back. Relying on instinct, she turned around instantly and cleverly avoided his hand. "Sorry, sorry, sorry." The more polite you are, the less blame you will get. She apologized repeatedly, lowered her head and turned to leave this embarrassing place.

"Mom, Axun is back. I'm going home first." Feng Ling whispered in Zhao Lanyin's ear. Zhao Lanyin looked at her in surprise, then looked at the man in the corner who was following behind Feng Ling. She nodded at Feng Ling and said nothing more.

Slightly lifting the hem of her skirt, Feng Ling quickly left the venue. Her assistant and a bodyguard had been guarding the door. Seeing Feng Ling coming out, the assistant hurriedly wrapped a cashmere shawl around her shoulders. They protected her all the way out of the lobby of Xuanmu's luxurious hotel and went straight to her car.

At the award ceremony dinner, the man spent a fortune to prepare an expensive meeting gift and 9,999 roses for the new Best Actress. However, Feng Ling was seduced home by Zhao Qingxun with a photo, and left without looking back, without even giving the other party a chance to perform.

On the way, Feng Ling considerately instructed Zhao Qingxun, knowing that he must have exhausted his energy after getting off the plane, and asked him not to sit in a wheelchair but to wait for her in bed. Zhao Qingxun knew his physical condition and did not try to be stubborn. He asked the nurse to help him change his clothes and really lay in bed obediently waiting for his girlfriend.

"Axun, I'm back." After entering the house, she went straight to the bathroom to take off her dress and wash her hands. She went upstairs like a wind chime and saw that the head of Zhao Qingxun's bed had risen a little. She went straight to hug him, expressing her happiness without reservation.

"Baby, congratulations to my baby." Zhao Qingxun tried to raise his chin to greet Feng Ling. He missed her so much. The oriental beauty with clear spirit and charm on TV, the goddess that no one could take their eyes off, was standing by the bed and kissing him. Zhao Qingxun was fascinated by Feng Ling's naturally attractive aura and completely forgot what year it was and where he was.

It can be seen that Zhao Qingxun took a special shower and changed clothes. For someone who has been bedridden for years, the exquisite coordination of everything from hair to socks shows that he has high demands on himself and respects and cares for his lover. Feng Ling said, "I'm going to remove my makeup, and then you can accompany me for a meal, okay?"

Zhao Qingxun, who was sitting leaning back, naturally agreed with whatever she said and nodded at her slowly.

In the few minutes that Feng Ling was away, the round table in the bedroom was filled with soft and sticky soups, nourishing medicinal foods, sweet dishes, and dishes that suited the tastes of both of them. Zhao Qingxun was tired and had no appetite, but he forced himself to lean against the head of the bed and did not refuse dinner.

The nurse understood Zhao Qingxun's condition and knew that sitting was already the limit of his physical strength. He glanced at him and did not push the wheelchair over.

Sitting next to him, Feng Ling saw the nurse put an auxiliary glove on Zhao Qingxun's left hand. She held his curled up right hand and lifted the lid to check the dishes for tonight.

Feng Ling likes fruits, desserts, seafood, and Sichuan cuisine. What she prepares for Zhao Qingxun are basically soups and thick pastes. He just finished a flight, and it was rare that he didn't get sick. When it comes to food, he really only likes soft and easy-to-digest food.

In order to maintain her weight, Feng Ling didn't dare to eat too much, nor could she feed Zhao Qingxun too much. His appetite had not recovered since he had a lung infection and ear disease, and if she fed him too much, he would probably vomit it all out.

The young couple fed each other sweetly. Feng Ling stroked his handsome temples from time to time, and then touched his Adam's apple that rolled up and down. Zhao Qingxun felt itchy and coughed lightly. Feng Ling immediately stopped playing.

Her latest drama was actually being broadcast on TV. Although she had only watched it briefly, Feng Ling suddenly remembered something and stopped what she was doing to ask Zhao Qingxun, "Oh, Ah Xun, let me ask you, this drama was invested in by my mother's company. So, what happened before? Who was smearing our crew and causing the delay of this drama? Do you know?"

"Those...are not smears." They are all true, he just deliberately let them go. Zhao Qingxun's original plan was to never admit it, but Feng Ling was right beside him. She asked him with the mouth that had just kissed him, how could he deny it?

"If it's not smear, what is it? Do you know?" She let go of his hand, and her tone became colder and colder. Feng Ling suddenly felt betrayed. The person she loved the most, the lover who slept with her every night, did something behind her back, and she had no idea.

It was very pleasant to listen to Feng Ling talking. She had always been proud, calm, dignified and self-possessed, and would never laugh loudly. At this moment, her attitude was even more calm, but Zhao Qingxun could hear the indifference she was deliberately concealing.

He leaned against the nursing bed, unable to even straighten his back immediately. However, every cell in his body that could be mobilized was already tense. He could no longer hide it. His right hand, curled up alone, clasped its fingers tightly around his palm. "Baby, I... yes, I asked Jian Ying to get rid of those bad things..."

He really did it!

The man who couldn't even straighten his back while sitting on the bed was a capital tycoon who could manipulate the direction of public opinion by making small moves. He owned entertainment companies and media companies. Feng Ling overlooked that Zhao Qingxun's brain power was top-notch.

Seeing Feng Ling staring at him blankly, her gaze gradually shifted and he didn't know where she was looking. Zhao Qingxun opened his lips and took a deep breath, and said hurriedly, "Baby, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Zhao Qingxun couldn't say it even if he died. It was a little trick he played out of jealousy. He stretched out his hand towards Feng Ling, but his fingers didn't have time to touch the corner of her clothes. He only heard Feng Ling say, "It's hot, I'll go buy a glass of ice water." She had already stood up and walked out of the bedroom.

Buy water?

When Zhao Qingxun heard her speak like this for the first time, he began to doubt his ears.

His left hand moved in the air. Zhao Qingxun was not in a wheelchair. He wanted to catch up with her and hug her, but his body's frantic reaction only resulted in the back of his right hand rubbing against the bed sheet. With his paralyzed body unable to get up, it was impossible for him to stand up and catch up with her.

With his left hand on his leg, Zhao Qingxun grabbed the fabric of his pants and tugged and tugged, but his paralyzed leg wouldn't budge. Fortunately, he couldn't straighten his back, otherwise, under such intense emotion, Zhao Qingxun would have fallen off the bed.

Feng Ling has always had the most honorable status in the family. She took a coat and went straight to the underground garage. No one dared to ask any more questions, and the car left the house directly.

She had never had the chance to drive herself, and it was rare for her to appreciate the bright lights of Beijing late at night. Feng Ling was extremely upset and she really wanted to drink a glass of ice water to calm down.

The car pulled up to the 24-hour beverage store. Pushing the door open, Feng Ling tried to get out. She placed one foot on the carbon fiber running board before realizing she needed to cover up. She looked down at herself, covered up in a cashmere coat and ankle-length off-white house dress. She felt comfortable enough to go out. She smoothed her hair, pulled out a mask and a baseball cap, wrapped her coat tightly around her, and walked into the store.

Zhao Qingxun, who was unable to move, was left at home. Butler Song ran into the bedroom and told Zhao Qingxun that Feng Ling had driven out. Zhao Qingxun collapsed on the bed and didn't even look at him. He just said "OK" and couldn't say anything else. Tears flowed down his face.

Just after flying back, the sweet couple had a quarrel. Feng Ling never got angry with Zhao Qingxun, but this time they had a quarrel and she walked away. Butler Song was already worried about Zhao Qingxun's poor health, and he was much worse than others in chasing girlfriends. Seeing the weak man crying, Butler Song's heart was broken.

"Xiao Xun, I'll send someone to get the baby back." Butler Song was even more worried about the quarrel than his own children. He wished he could get Zhao Qingxun's girlfriend back.

Reluctantly raising his hand and shaking it, Zhao Qingxun tried to speak loudly despite his hoarse voice, "Follow her, but don't disturb her."

"you……"

"I'm going to the study."

Housekeeper Song had the workers clean up dinner and had the nurse carry Zhao Qingxun to the wheelchair. Even with a brace on, Zhao Qingxun still leaned in the wheelchair, completely exhausted. Everyone knew Feng Ling was unhappy and drove out. The people around him didn't dare to persuade him, let alone ask questions. They helped push his wheelchair into the study and diligently prepared everything Zhao Qingxun needed. The nurse retreated to the door to guard him.

Zhao Qingxun was not wearing shoes. His legs were fixed in leg supports. The insteps of his soft feet rubbed against the pedals for support. His right hand could only curl up at his lower abdomen and he could not do anything. His body was fixed in the wheelchair by the straps. He picked up the lavender letter paper and placed it in front of him. He held the pen in his left hand and began to write.

He practiced writing with his left hand intermittently for many years. His initial purpose was just to sign authorizations, and later he wrote occasionally as a hobby. Zhao Qingxun's handwriting is now almost as handsome and vigorous as that written with his right hand. However, his body balance is very poor, so writing is particularly difficult for him.

After ruining a few pages, Zhao Qingxun was so tired that sweat broke out on his head. As his body was tilted and he exerted force, his left foot was shaking so much that it rubbed off the pedal and stuck to the floor, shaking constantly. Fortunately, the wheelchair was wide and solid, otherwise his trembling body would have caused the wheelchair to shake as well.

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