Chapter 87 Will You Be Sad? If I Die, Will You Be Sad? ...

Shen Qinghuai knew that Qiu Xiaoman had met Chen Baihui's aunts and uncles when she was in Shanghai, but he did not expect that Chen Baihui's aunt would appear here.

Although he and Chan Pak-wai had long been divorced, they still had their daughter, Xiaoman, so he took the initiative to greet her and asked, "Auntie, what brings you here?"

The old woman stopped and squinted at him. She had seen this young man a few years ago when she returned to settle down. He was quite capable, but unfortunately, his relationship with her daughter, Baihui, was over.

She felt a pang of regret for a while, but now she found him extremely displeasing. Rolling her eyes, she said in fluent Mandarin, "I've heard that you and Baihui still haven't acknowledged your daughter! A big boss like you, having to be subservient to your wife over something as simple as this, aren't you ashamed? Huh?"

Shen Qinghuai hesitated, wanting to say that it wasn't because Liang Yuting refused, but the reality was that Liang Yuting's interference had led to the current situation. He couldn't explain, so he remained silent.

The old man snorted coldly and asked, "Feeling guilty?"

Shen Qinghuai said with a wry smile, "I am in the wrong."

"Hmph, you know you're in the wrong, that's impressive! Alright, go away, I'm going to check on the child." The old woman had already inquired through her connections and found out that Xiaoman was currently with an injured friend; otherwise, she wouldn't have come here to find Xiaoman.

Shen Qinghuai quickly advised, "Auntie, Xiaoman is in a bad mood right now and doesn't want to talk to anyone. It's getting late, so why don't I take you to your hotel to rest first? I'll take her to visit you in person tomorrow. Is that alright?"

"Alright, I'll just take a look at her from the doorway." The old man loved this younger generation who had been living away from home and didn't care about these formalities.

She went to the ward door, looked through the glass window, and felt relieved.

The child seemed to be in a good mood, but her mood was terrible, and she looked very irritable. No wonder Shen Qinghuai did not recommend that she meet Xiaoman now. If the child had to force a smile to deal with her as an elder, wouldn't her mood be even worse?

She turned to look at Shen Qinghuai and couldn't help but sarcastically say, "The child's maternal grandmother told me that she looks exactly like you, and I didn't believe it at first, but now I do. You're letting go of such a blessing; you'll regret it later!"

Shen Qinghuai was very embarrassed and had no way to defend himself, so he simply stood at attention and took the beating: "It's all my fault, I will make it up to Xiaoman."

"Don't think you can make up for the child just because you have a few stinking coins!" The old woman's words hit the nail on the head. "What this child lacks isn't money, but loving parents! You and Baihui owe her everything! If you don't pay it back now, you'll never be able to! Once the child has her own family, who will you be? You'll have to step aside!"

Shen Qinghuai was quite embarrassed and didn't dare to talk back, so he could only smile apologetically and say, "Auntie is right to teach me a lesson. I'll remember it. Let's go, I'll take you to the hotel."

Seeing that his attitude was acceptable, the old man stopped there and didn't say anything more.

In the ward, Qiu Xiaoman frowned, staring intently at the unconscious Liu Kun, showing no signs of sleepiness.

Soon, Jiang Mingyuan arrived. When he pushed the door open and entered, Qiu Xiaoman didn't even acknowledge him. Her eyes were still filled with deep worry and self-blame, so much so that even when Jiang Mingyuan walked up behind her, she didn't react at all.

Jiang Mingyuan thought she was tired, so he quickly opened the lunchbox he had brought: "Xiao Qiu, have some. I'll keep watch over her for a while. You should go back and get some sleep."

Qiu Xiaoman then came to her senses and looked at him in surprise: "Brother Jiang, what are you doing here?"

"I'm afraid you'll starve." Jiang Mingyuan noticed her irritability, but still worried that she would ruin her health by staying up so late, so he continued to persuade her, "Eat something, Liu Kun will be fine."

"Thank you, but you can take the food. I don't have an appetite." Qiu Xiaoman was already being very polite to him; she clearly didn't want to talk to anyone right now.

Jiang Mingyuan meant well and wanted to persuade him further: "Don't be so childish. Do you think he'll wake up if you don't eat? You'd better eat your fill so you'll have the energy to deal with the Liu family."

Qiu Xiaoman understands the logic, but she is just irritable, doesn't want to talk, and has no appetite. Why can't this person understand?

She was annoyed, but she suppressed her temper and tried to remain calm, saying, "Brother Jiang, anyone else would have been kicked out by me. You should go back now, or I might say something hurtful that would be bad for everyone."

Jiang Mingyuan fell silent.

Having spent some time together, he knew a bit about Xiao Qiu's temper. Indeed, if she were truly angry, her polite manner was already a great show of respect for him.

But he was really worried about her health. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "Then you eat your food. I'll wait outside. Call me when you're done, and I'll take the lunchbox back to wash it."

Qiu Xiaoman was exasperated. He seemed not to understand human language. Yes, she knew he meant well, but she couldn't eat right now. Could he please stop being so self-righteous in his concern for her?

She keeps nagging, like a mother hen.

She lost her patience, so she closed the lunchbox, stuffed it into his arms, asked him to leave, closed the door, and returned to his bedside without a word to wait for Liu Kun to wake up.

Jiang Mingyuan, standing outside the door, sighed silently. It's over, Xiao Qiu won't...

Through the glass window, he quietly gazed at the young woman in front of the bed, a vague guess forming in his mind.

This conjecture greatly displeased him. Frustrated, he tugged at his collar and simply refused to leave.

He wanted to see if the man surnamed Liu would wake up tonight!

Time passed by, but Liu Kun still showed no signs of waking up. Qiu Xiaoman gradually became sleepy and, without realizing it, fell asleep by the bedside.

During that time, Shen Qinghuai came by once and went back to get her a thick blanket, which she then draped over herself.

When I came out, I saw that Jiang Mingyuan had also arrived, carrying a thick coat, which he was probably going to give to Xiaomangai.

Shen Qinghuai stopped him: "No need, I just draped a blanket over her."

What could Jiang Mingyuan say? He was also very annoyed. This Xiao Qiu must be possessed, actually wanting to stay here all night.

Has she forgotten how detestable Liu Kun is?

This is infuriating!

Now, his only chance to take care of her has been taken away by Shen Qinghuai. He was very unhappy and couldn't help but sarcastically say, "Uncle Shen, why bother? You should use this time to keep an eye on your wife. Mentally ill people have no self-control. What if she runs out and harms people again?"

Shen Qinghuai looked at the young man in shock, unable to utter a single word.

In the end, they had no choice but to call Lao Jiang and ask him to come and take their son away.

When Old Jiang learned that his son had offended Shen Qinghuai, he was extremely worried. On the way, he couldn't help but scold him, "You child, aren't you usually quite sensible? What's wrong with you today?"

Jiang Mingyuan sneered, "Dad, you also believe that his wife has a mental illness?"

"I..." Old Jiang fell silent. Of course he didn't believe it, but he was a rather useless person with no real skills. Over the years, he had only managed to become a small-time boss thanks to Shen Qinghuai's support. Otherwise, he would have starved his whole family.

He couldn't very well speak ill of others, so he could only advise, "Son, you don't understand. Your Uncle Shen has his own difficulties."

"Let him suffer in silence. Now he's pretending to be a loving father. It's disgusting!" Jiang Mingyuan didn't mince words and bluntly expressed his contempt.

Old Jiang sighed silently, and after thinking for a while, he asked, "What's wrong with you today? Did you have a fight with your Uncle Chen?"

"Don't ask, I'm annoyed." Jiang Mingyuan didn't want to talk anymore, so he simply leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to rest.

There must be some secret between Xiao Qiu and Liu Kun that he doesn't know. Maybe Liu Kun did something that changed Xiao Qiu's opinion of him. In any case, Xiao Qiu's attitude towards Liu Kun tonight is very unusual!

But what exactly it was, he didn't know. He could only frantically try to convince himself that he was overthinking things, that his terrible premonition was completely unfounded, and that it would never happen.

In the hospital, Qiu Xiaoman woke up groggily in the middle of the night because she was thirsty.

Looking up, I realized that Liu Kun was already awake.

He was looking at her weakly from the side, a hint of a smile in his eyes.

She quickly touched his forehead to see if his fever had subsided.

He was tormented for two days, with so many wounds, some infected and some not. In short, he still had a fever when he came out of the emergency room.

After one bottle of antibiotics was administered, the temperature finally came down when I touched it again.

She breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Are you hungry? I asked the doctor, and he said I can drink water and eat six hours after the anesthesia wears off."

"I'm not hungry," Liu Kun said with a smile, but his voice was hoarse, probably because his vocal cords were raw from shouting. His throat burned as soon as he spoke, and he couldn't help but frown and show a pained expression.

Qiu Xiaoman quickly stood up: "Then drink some water. I asked someone to buy some throat lozenges, I'll bring them to you later."

Liu Kun didn't say anything, but silently watched her busy figure, his eyes smiling, his heart filled with a sweet, secret joy.

That's great! He didn't die. She actually stayed by his bedside instead of going back to sleep. It seems that all those blows he took weren't for nothing.

Soon, Qiu Xiaoman brought a water glass to the bedside. Since he couldn't drink while lying down, she had to put the glass down and help him sit up.

Liu Kun leaned on her shoulder and drank the whole glass of water little by little. After finishing, he felt a little embarrassed and said in a hoarse voice, "I can't hold it in anymore, I need to go to the toilet."

"Don't move around. I'll find you a bottle. Call me when you're done peeing." Qiu Xiaoman had already prepared everything. Liu Kun's legs were injured and he couldn't get out of bed, so he could just pee in a mineral water bottle.

She took the bottle and then turned and left.

Liu Kun felt extremely embarrassed. After urinating, he hid the bottle under the bed and weakly called out, "I'm done."

Qiu Xiaoman came in but didn't see the bottle. Without asking, she turned around and brought in a basin of water to wash his hands.

After going out to empty the dirty water and coming back, I finally had time to drink some water myself.

After he finished drinking, I checked the time and it was already past four in the morning, so I gave him some peach shortbread and sponge cake to tide him over: "Make do with this, I'll go buy you steamed buns when it gets light."

Why would I need more steamed buns? Liu Kun felt he was already full, full from gratitude.

He took the sponge cake, but then handed it to her instead: "You probably haven't had any either, want some?"

Qiu Xiaoman took the sponge cake, forced a bite, and asked, "Why did your older brother arrest and abuse you? Does he know what you told me?"

Liu Kun shook his head, finished a chicken cake, and then gave a brief explanation: it was because of the group of kids at the karaoke bar; he hadn't implicated her.

Qiu Xiaoman couldn't help but pinch his cheek: "You're really something! You didn't betray me even when you were in shock from blood loss. Are you really going to hold on to the bitter end? Aren't you afraid I won't be able to save you in time, or that you'll lose your life?"

Liu Kun looked over with a smile, truly missing the feeling of leaning on her shoulder to drink water just now, and couldn't help but answer irrelevantly: "If I died, would you be sad?"