Chapter 40 Chapter 40

After not being in business for a year and having no new works for over a year, Feng Ling suddenly returned to the entertainment industry with beautiful photos of high-end luxury advertisements, and everyone unconsciously paid attention to her.

Some people say that her career is going downhill and she has been abandoned by her financial backers. Others say that Feng Ling is planning a big move and will soon release new works. There are all kinds of opinions. Feng Ling has managed to remain calm in the face of praise or criticism, and she has always been herself and has not made too many explanations to people other than her fans.

For her first event, Jian Ying specifically arranged for Feng Ling to promote a less popular brand with a smaller following. However, as soon as Feng Ling showed up, there were several times more cameras on the scene than expected. During the live broadcast, the room introducing high-end diamonds was suddenly flooded with millions of people, and the situation was out of control for a while.

In the live broadcast room showcasing jewelry, no beauty filters or beautification were used. Feng Ling finished the routine process, and the camera was focused directly on the host and Feng Ling. The huge contrast in the picture made it clear to anyone with eyes that Feng Ling's face had finally returned to its optimal proportions, and her skin was more delicate and plump than a year ago. The camera could even see each strand of her hair. The proportions of her head, neck, and shoulders were obviously different from those of the host and anchor, and she was so delicate that she seemed to be from a different world.

The host of the live show [Feng Ling, where have you been this year? We all miss you so much.]

Feng Ling [I have been at home the whole time, but I have indeed accomplished a major event in my life. ]

Host: What's the big deal?

Feng Ling playfully asked, "Guess?"

The host said coquettishly, "Oh my God, my goddess, tell me."

Perhaps having already planned it in her mind, Feng Ling lowered her head to pick up her phone, turned on the screen, and a round baby's face appeared, showing it to more than a million people. She naturally introduced it as "A little baby was born."

A professional host, she was so shocked she'd forgotten to control her expression, but seconds later, she switched back to her professional channel, staring into Feng Ling's eyes and sighing with genuine emotion, "My beautiful lady, if you didn't tell me, I'm sure no one would be able to tell you've had a child. You're even more beautiful and refined than you were a year ago. There's no trace of aging at all, only a growing charm."

With a polite smile, Feng Ling thanked [Thank you, host. Thank you.]

The photo of Beibei was only posted for about two seconds, but before the live broadcast ended, the title "Feng Ling gave birth to a child, who is the father of the child?" had already rushed to the top of the trending search.

Sitting at the desk, watching Feng Ling's live broadcast while looking at the files on the computer, Zhao Qingxun saw Feng Ling pull out her phone and had a premonition that the little girl was going to do something big. Sure enough, she always protected herself from being exposed in front of others, but for Bei Bei, Feng Ling had her own ideas and plans.

His eyes stayed on Feng Ling on the screen. Zhao Qingxun's mind was confused and his fingers were not so nimble. He groped for the wheelchair joystick and it took him a long time to get a firm grip. After a moment of hesitation, he remembered what he was going to do. Slowly, the wide wheelchair moved back and Zhao Qingxun finally left the desk.

The wheelchair was parked in the study. Zhao Qingxun didn't feel any pain because he had been sitting for a while watching the live broadcast, but he could feel the soreness and numbness in his waist and back from sitting for so long. His legs were also stiff. He subconsciously rubbed his right arm but couldn't move it. He raised his left hand and hammered his thigh a few times before driving the wheelchair and leaving the study.

The internet is buzzing with new headlines: "Who did the movie queen marry? When did my goddess get married?"

Giving birth to a child at the age of 26 is too early for a female star. Zhao Qingxun knows how casual Feng Ling is, how little she cares about her acting career, or how much she loves the father of the child.

Fans are basically sending their blessings, while passersby are saying all kinds of things, saying that Feng Ling is not married at all. Otherwise, according to her current personality, why would she only post photos of her children and not her husband?

The once high-ranking movie queen has become the topic of conversation among people. Naturally, there are also unfavorable remarks about Feng Ling, saying that she does not love herself, gave birth to a child out of wedlock, and that the child is probably the illegitimate child of some wealthy sponsor.

The next day, almost after lunch, which was after dinner in Beijing, Feng Ling video-called Zhao Qingxun, and the young couple had a sweet chat.

"Baby, take good care of yourself and protect yourself. Drink more water. Oh, don't drink any at night." On the mobile phone screen, Zhao Qingxun was half lying on the nursing bed, probably relieving the pressure on his legs, and talking to Feng Ling with a smile.

"Well, don't worry, Axun, everything is fine at home." The home in Beijing has been kept clean and beautiful for so many years, especially the security, which is constantly being upgraded to ensure 100% safety for the owner.

"Wait a minute, I'll ask Bao Beibei to come over." Zhao Qingxun explained softly. He lowered his head and moved his fingers slightly. He must have called the nanny and asked Bao Beibei to come and see his mother. Then he continued to talk to Feng Ling.

When he lowered his head, Feng Ling saw the hearing aid behind Zhao Qingxun's right ear because of the side angle. She remembered that he didn't like this auxiliary device very much because it would cause noise and some headaches.

"Baby, will you feel uncomfortable?" He was still worried about Feng Ling's mood. There would be no physical problems, but emotions were the big thing that affected people.

"Everything is fine. The biggest change is my breasts. I feel a little uncomfortable. Everything else is normal. Don't worry, there are a lot of people helping me." Feng Ling is in the breastfeeding period and her breasts are a little swollen. At this moment, while she is taking care of herself with her fingers and doing a simple massage, she is also looking closely at her lover on the screen.

"Well,... Beibei is here." Zhao Qingxun took his eyes off the screen and looked at the little Beibei held by the nanny.

The nanny handed Beibei to Zhao Qingxun's nurse. The nurse was a man, so he sat next to Zhao Qingxun without any taboos, holding the little baby and getting close to the camera.

Feng Ling saw her lover and son, and instantly all the cells in her body became happy. Zhao Qingxun raised his hand and touched Beibei's little butt in the nurse's arms, then turned back to look at Feng Ling, his tone full of concern, "Baby, if you are unhappy, you can tell me at any time, I'm here."

"If you ask me to act unhappy now, I probably can't do it." Feng Ling herself didn't expect that the relationship that she thought would have some twists and turns and difficulties has always been sweet and happy. Zhao Qingxun has never made her sad. Now that the two have a child, Feng Ling feels that she is already a winner in life and has the highest happiness.

Until the video was hung up, Feng Ling was still smiling happily, especially when she saw Beibei, she greeted Beibei gently. Beibei was too young, and when she saw her mother's face she just smiled and had no other reaction.

Zhao Qingxun felt even more distressed. He knew Feng Ling never cared about other people's comments and remarks, but now, not only did she have this mysterious boyfriend who couldn't walk, she also had Xiao Beibei. As a girl, she was bound to be talked about, suspected, and even slandered and hurt by the world.

Because of him, Feng Ling had suffered too much injustice. The more Zhao Qingxun thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt in his chest and palpitations. He missed Feng Ling so much.

The nurse carefully carried Beibei out of the master bedroom and returned the baby to the nanny. The nurse returned to the master bedroom and looked at the time. It was time to help Zhao Qingxun urinate.

Seeing Zhao Qingxun clutching his chest from a distance, the nurse quickened her pace and trotted over, raising her voice and asking him, "Xiaoxun, are you feeling unwell? Are you feeling chest tightness?"

Zhao Qingxun shook his head slowly, half-closing his eyes. With the support of the nurse, he released the strength of his left hand and allowed the nurse to take out the hearing aid in his right ear. He also put a nasal oxygen cannula on him so that he could breathe oxygen to relieve the chaos in his chest.

Zhao Qingxun's prolonged bed rest increased his risk of developing blood clots and cardiopulmonary problems, necessitating regular checkups. His last checkup showed no cardiovascular abnormalities, so the caregiver concluded that his palpitations were caused by anxiety, arrhythmias, and persistent anemia. They immediately called the doctor, completed their daily health checkup, lowered Zhao Qingxun's bed, opened the urine bag drain, emptied his bladder, and then performed a simple leg massage to improve circulation and alleviate his discomfort.

Zhao Qingxun dreamed a dream. In it, he could run and jump, was intelligent, and had excellent grades. However, there were always classmates who didn't want to be his good friend. Even though he had been a big star since childhood, good-looking, and well-off, his classmates and friends were not bad either. They said he was an illegitimate child, not even a concubine's child, and was not worthy of being their friend.

Because of his father's unknown identity, Zhao Qingxun was often disliked even after he became an adult. Therefore, he always tried to stay away from the world of fame and fortune, social circles, and occasions where he would be criticized by others. Rock climbing, skiing, horseback riding, and playing ball were his favorites.

After Zhao Qingxun calmed down and was no longer in pain, he asked the nurse to invite Butler Song over. He had something to discuss with him - to bring Beibei back home.

Housekeeper Song immediately began to prepare for the long-distance flight with a two-month-old baby. The team was destined to be large. After all, in the past, they only had to take care of the disabled Zhao Qingxun. This time, there was also Beibei, who was only two months old. It could be said that she was more precious than Zhao Qingxun himself.

Beibei needed a nanny to accompany him the entire time, along with a second nanny. While babies are generally considered safe to fly after 14 days of age, Beibei was only about 70 days old on the day he was scheduled to board. First, his father, Zhao Qingxun, was concerned about possible harm to his child. He consulted a pediatrician for an examination and evaluation. The doctor concluded that flying would be a burden for the child, but that Beibei was physically able to fly.

"Beibei, be good. Daddy will take you to find your mommy." The wheelchair stopped next to the stroller. Zhao Qingxun gently stroked Beibei's little face with his left hand. The elastic and chubby little face and the tender baby skin melted Zhao Qingxun's arrogant heart.

I don’t know if Beibei could understand, but he laughed as soon as Zhao Qingxun spoke.

This baby is an angel. He hardly cries or makes a fuss. He will smile at you if you tease him. His chubby little arms and legs are very strong. He kicks and pushes very lively. If his chubby legs push hard, Zhao Qingxun can't hold him at all. So, without another adult to hold him, Zhao Qingxun dare not hold Beibei alone, for fear of hurting the child.

"Xiao Xun, let's go." The team of more than a dozen people was ready, and Butler Song came personally to inform Zhao Qingxun to go to the airport together.

Without hearing what he said clearly, Zhao Qingxun turned his head to look at the housekeeper and nodded slightly. He guessed that everything had been cleaned up. As a man with only one useful hand, it was already good enough for him not to cause trouble to everyone.

Although he is not a romantic at heart, he is a great doting person. Zhao Qingxun deliberately did not tell Feng Ling, but contacted Jian Ying first. Jian Ying had already prepared everything to welcome him. The two good friends could often drink tea and chat again after a long time.

"Reporting to the big boss, Feng Ling has to record a program, and also has to do makeup and shoot commercials. This week's work is already fully booked. It's impossible for her to go home during the day. I can't influence whether she can go home on time at night." When welcoming Zhao Qingxun off the plane, Jian Ying warmly hugged Zhao Qingxun, who was nestled in the wheelchair without any strength, and whispered in his left ear to report the current situation.

"Capitalist, please don't make her too tired." Zhao Qingxun raised his fingers with difficulty and tapped Jian Ying's shoulder rudely.

"Feng Ling is in excellent condition. We are home now. Don't worry. You can ask about it yourself tonight." Jian Ying carefully supported Zhao Qingxun's back to help him sit steadily. She spoke with a smile, signaling the group to leave the airport in an orderly manner.

"Are you ready?"

"I'll come in person, don't worry, I'll go home with you and provide personal service." Jian Ying not only did not leave, but also followed closely beside the wheelchair. He really wanted to stay by Zhao Qingxun's side and made full preparations.

Feng Ling, who was kept in the dark, didn't know that Zhao Qingxun and Beibei were already waiting for her at home.

On the way home, Zhao Qingxun fell asleep due to the fatigue of the journey. He missed the air, wind and everything about Beijing so much. Bringing Beibei back this time was of special significance to him.

At dinner time that day, when people were still busy leaving get off work and keeping appointments, Zhao Qingxun felt much better. He had looked at Jian Ying over a dozen times and finally decided to activate his own social media account.

Yes, it was Zhao Qingxun, who still had over 30 million followers. They hadn't unfollowed him in over a decade, and had been watching and waiting for him on social media. After being silent for twelve years, Zhao Qingxun, with Jian Ying's help, issued a statement: "I am the father of Fengling's child. We started dating when she was 21, and from the beginning to the end, I was her only lover. So, please stop slandering her. She has never done anything wrong."

The accompanying picture shows Zhao Qingxun sitting on the sofa with his hands clasped together. The focus is on a pair of antique cufflinks on Zhao Qingxun's cuffs, and the rest of the background is blurred.

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The author has something to say: It’s my first day at work. I’m so unhappy. Sorry, I’m late [heartbroken][heartbroken][heartbroken]