62 Return to Beijing

"If you want to go, go ahead. I'll go with you. It won't count as a breach of contract."

He Chifeng leaned closer to her, his breath burning. He paused, then tried to make amends: "This is just to deal with my brother. It's just a simple matter of taking a picture and sending it out."

Jiang Suiyun thought it made sense and hesitated for a moment: "Then... let's shoot it."

However, it was originally a simple photo shoot, but He Chifeng was not satisfied with any of the photos he took. He either complained that the distance between the two was too far and they looked unfamiliar, or that Jiang Suiyun's smile was forced.

After taking countless photos, Jiang Suiyun couldn't stand it anymore. She slapped the man's hand on her waist to stop this "farce".

Back at the hotel, Jiang Suiyun was exhausted.

After removing her makeup and preparing to apply a facial mask, He Chifeng came over like a large pendant. He put his arms around her waist from behind, resting his chin on her neck, and the unique scent of male hormones swept over her.

"I've finished sending it." He put the phone screen in front of Jiang Suiyun and pointed his finger at the freshly posted circle of friends.

Jiang Suiyun glanced at it.

The content of the circle of friends is quite concise, with only two words "mine", accompanied by the photo taken in the car just now.

The comment section was already buzzing with activity, and He Chifeng's lips curled up in pride.

"Yeah, I see." Jiang Suiyun replied perfunctorily, patting the mask off his face. He jokingly said, "The show is over. Can you please let go of my hands, Mr. He? And your head is so heavy."

"Who told you it's over?" He Chifeng tightened his arms in dissatisfaction, and deliberately rubbed his warm lips against the sensitive skin behind her ear, causing Jiang Suiyun to shudder slightly. "Where's yours?"

There was an unmistakable urgency in his voice.

Jiang Suiyun felt a little itchy from her rubbing, and helplessly patted his hand that was wrapped around her waist: "Why don't you just send it? The effect will be the same." She paused and added, "I don't have your brother's contact information anymore, he can't see mine."

No contact information for him?

These words made He Chifeng's expression improve instantly. He only felt comfortable for a few seconds, and then even greater dissatisfaction surged up.

"That won't work either." He frowned and retorted unreasonably, "What if he gets someone to investigate you? What if he has a second account? Besides, I've already posted it, and you're leaving me to perform a solo act?"

Jiang Suiyun was so annoyed by his nonsense that she collapsed on the sofa: "He Chifeng, stop it, I'm so tired."

"Who's making trouble?" He Chifeng raised his voice instantly, as if someone had stepped on his tail. But when he saw that she was indeed exhausted, he lowered his voice again. "What's the point of you forwarding it? Jiang Suiyun, am I too shy to be seen in public? Or am I just not good enough?"

Jiang Suiyun could imagine what his expression was like even with his eyes closed. It must be fierce and aggrieved. It felt like this man was a large dog asking for adoption.

She felt soft-hearted, but then she found it funny seeing him being so serious.

Just send it, so he doesn’t have to keep bothering him.

"Okay, okay, send it, send it." Jiang Suiyun surrendered. She picked up her phone as if she was coaxing a child, opened her Moments and started editing.

He Chifeng immediately came over again and stared at her screen like a supervisor.

Jiang Suiyun typed a line quickly.

[Yes, his.]

Simple, direct, and a little perfunctory.

He Chifeng stared at the line of words for a full ten seconds, the corners of his mouth rising uncontrollably. He coughed suddenly, then forced himself to suppress it, pretending to be picky: "You can't just forward it... You're being too perfunctory."

Jiang Suiyun rolled his eyes at him speechlessly, quickly tapped the [Who can see] option at the top of the screen, skillfully selected that only one person could see it, and then clicked [Publish] neatly.

"Sent." She waved the phone screen in front of his eyes and immediately took it back.

He Chifeng only had time to see the notification that the message was sent successfully, and was so happy that he didn't even notice the privacy settings.

He immediately felt relaxed all over, humming a triumphant hum, but still tried to save face: "...That's more like it. Acting should be done in a proper manner."

Jiang Suiyun looked at his awkward appearance of being obviously extremely happy but still pretending to be happy and emphasizing "acting", and couldn't help laughing, so he turned around and went to the bathroom to wash his face.

Too lazy to expose him.

…

I made it to the finals of this design competition, and with Teacher Wen’s recommendation, there was almost no suspense about my entry into DY.

Jiang Suiyun thought of the ointment that Teacher Wen had sent her before and the help he had given her during this period, and decided to express her gratitude.

But after thinking about it, I still don’t know what to give.

Giving luxury goods, watches, and pens would seem too tacky, and Teacher Wen wouldn't accept them. Giving designer jewelry would seem like showing off, and there's no time...

She glanced at the scattered drawings and several spare sample materials on the table, and suddenly an idea flashed in her mind.

I remembered what I saw on Teacher Wen’s WeChat Moments before. She has been collecting all kinds of rare and unique raw stones and metals recently, and she just happened to have quite a few of them that she had collected before.

This was all thanks to the fact that when she was still with He Linchuan, she couldn't help but buy these beautiful and rare materials when she saw them, and often bought a lot of them.

When I left later, I took a lot of them with me.

She picked out some, packed them and sent them to Teacher Wen.

It’s not a particularly expensive material, but it’s hard to find. This kind of gift won’t be too expensive, but it will appear deliberate and sincere.

After finishing, Jiang Suiyun remembered the return gift he had planned to give to Zhou Chengze. Since the last incident, the two had not been in contact for a long time.

Jiang Suiyun was thinking.

A message suddenly popped up on the message interface.

Sometimes it's just a coincidence.

Zhou Chengze: [Yunyun, I heard from Teacher Wen that you made it to the finals. Congratulations.]

Jiang Suiyun thanked him, and the two continued communicating as usual, but it was obvious that they were much more distant than before, and even a little awkward.

There was silence for a while, and then an apology was sent.

In fact, after such a long time, Jiang Suiyun was no longer angry. Besides, even if he didn't help He Linchuan at that time, He Linchuan had other ways. At least Aunt Zhou and Uncle Zhou also helped her later. But no matter what, there was still some resentment in his heart.

Jiang Suiyun: [It's okay.]

She asked Zhou Chengze if his address was still the same as before. She was very grateful for his care and wanted to send him a thank-you gift.

In fact, every year around the Mid-Autumn Festival, Jiang Suiyun would send some things to Aunt Zhou and Uncle Zhou, and they would also send her specialties from Nan County.

It was just that what happened this year, plus she had been too busy recently, she had put the matter out of her mind. When she thought about it, she asked subconsciously.

How are Aunt Zhou and Uncle Zhou doing lately? Are you all doing well?

There were a lot of deletions and cuts over there, and there was no news for a long time.

Jiang Suiyun was a little confused.

After a while, two messages came in, but they were not text messages, but voice messages. She clicked on them.

The voice on the other end was very noisy.

It seemed to be in a hospital, and there was a ding-dong sound of people calling numbers.

Zhou Chengze's usually gentle and refined voice was now barely concealed with fatigue and hoarseness, even a barely perceptible sob. He paused, breathing heavily, "My father... the hospital issued a critical illness notice yesterday afternoon. His condition is very serious, and he might... only live for a few days. My mother fainted on the spot when she heard the news."

The heavy sigh from the other side hit Jiang Suiyun's heart.

Her heart sank.

Critically ill?

Wasn't everything fine a while ago? She didn't expect T to be so sudden.

Zhou Chengze's voice was filled with powerlessness. "I've returned to China now. I'm in Beijing. I originally thought that Beijing Union Hospital... would be more authoritative in treating his illness, so I hurriedly transferred him here, but... it seems he's still no use..."

Jiang Suiyun didn't know how to respond for a moment. Any words of comfort seemed so pale in the face of birth, old age, sickness and death.

Thinking of Aunt Zhou who used to send her gifts during every holiday, and Uncle Zhou who used to give her red envelopes with a smile when he went back home during the Chinese New Year, she felt a little uncomfortable.

Even my nose feels sore.

…

When He Chifeng came out of the shower, he saw Jiang Suiyun holding a cell phone with red eyes, long eyelashes drooping, and a serious expression as he was in a daze.

Like a bird with its wings wet by the rain, the whole person is shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere and looks a bit pitiful.

"What's wrong?" He Chifeng frowned, stood there for two seconds, then strode over, his tone unconsciously nervous, "Who bullied you?"

Jiang Suiyun shook her head. Perhaps it was easier for people to be emo at night than at other times. Thinking of Uncle Zhou, she couldn't help but remember the time when her mother had the accident. It was also so sudden, and her nose felt sore again.

Her tone was a little depressed: "Brother Chengze's father is critically ill and in Beijing..."

He Chifeng took the phone and the displeasure on his face subsided a little after listening to the voice message. He was silent for a moment. Although he didn't like this pretty boy who had ulterior motives and bad intentions towards Jiang Suiyun, but in the face of life and death, this kind of jealousy seemed insignificant.

"Which hospital?"

"Xiehe." Jiang Suiyun sighed, "Brother Chengze said...it might just be in the next few days."

He Chifeng looked at her with empty eyes, as if covered by a layer of mist. His brows furrowed even tighter, and a sense of inexplicable irritability and helplessness intertwined in his heart.

He reached out and rubbed her hair impatiently. His movements were a bit rough, but it was like he was stroking the fur of a small animal. He controlled the strength so as not to hurt her.

"Want to go check it out?"

Jiang Suiyun looked at him with a bit of surprise, a bit hesitant. She really wanted to go, but she wasn't sure if it would be appropriate for her to go...

He Chifeng seemed to see through her thoughts and snorted: "If you want to go, go. I will go with you. It doesn't count as a breach of contract."

He said this awkwardly. He didn't want Jiang Suiyun to see that pretty boy, but he couldn't stop her from doing this. It would be better to "monitor" her the whole time.

Seeing Jiang Suiyun still with a bitter face, He Chifeng wanted to speak to comfort her, but he had never comforted anyone before. The words changed in tone as soon as they came out of his mouth, and his tone was hard: "Birth, old age, sickness and death, everyone has their own destiny. What's the point of looking so sad?"

He paused, racking his brains for words of comfort, and finally managed a dry sentence: "What I mean is... the best doctors in Beijing are all here. It's fate if they can't be cured."

Jiang Suiyun: "..."

Looking at the person in front of me who was trying hard to say something but every word he said hit the nail on the head, I suddenly found it a bit funny, and my originally heavy mood was diluted a little.

She retorted: "If you don't know how to speak, you can actually shut up."

He Chifeng saw her expression relax and her frown loosened. He sneered, "You're so hard to please. You're like a dog biting Lu Dongbin. I'm trying to comfort you, but you're not happy with it."

"You are the dog."

The man's Adam's apple rolled and he suddenly stood up. Just when Jiang Suiyun thought he was going to leave, he suddenly pulled her out of the sofa and carried her horizontally.

"He Chifeng!" Jiang Suiyun whispered and hugged his neck.

"I'm here, don't shout so loudly." The man glanced at her and lifted her up.

Jiang Suiyun was so angry that he punched him.

He Chifeng tutted his words, looked at the rejuvenated person in his arms, and raised his eyebrows: "After a good sleep, everything will be fine."

He stuffed her into the soft quilt, and then lay down in it himself. He used his arms to firmly hold Jiang Suiyun in his arms, making her face away from him, tightly pressed against his chest.

"Close your eyes."

The man rubbed the top of her head and gave an order in her ear.

He Chifeng's body temperature was very high, like a furnace, which was just right for an early autumn night.

Jiang Suiyun's tense body couldn't help but relax in his warm embrace. The steady heartbeat behind her beat on her back again and again, miraculously soothing the chaotic and heavy emotions in her heart at the moment.

She subconsciously leaned back and closed her eyes gently.

He Chifeng felt her movement, his body stiffened slightly, his arms around her waist tightened, and the corners of his mouth silently curved upwards in the dark night.

【Author’s words】

Damn dysmenorrhea [heartbreak] enemy of this life

I wanted to write more today.

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It should be soon before I can write about the famous scenes in the copywriting. I hope I can write them all in one go tomorrow, hahahahahaha. But I can’t say for sure, because there are still a lot of plots in the middle [glasses]