Shen Qing pushed him away, looking at him with a firm gaze: "Don't think about these things, it's impossible for us."
She's already awake; she won't accept his advances.
He was simply overcome by the sight of her body and, unable to control his primal desires, wanted to drag her down with him.
He knew she was a widow, he knew she was not good enough for him, but he was overcome with passion and no longer cared about the things he used to dislike; he just wanted her body.
But Shen Qing doesn't need any of that!
She didn't want to waste time indulging in fruitless passion.
She doesn't need it!
Thinking of this, she turned away, refusing to communicate, leaving only her back to Cheng Zhiwen.
...
After taking a bath, Shen put on a fur robe and returned to his room.
Cheng Zhiwen got up from the chaise lounge, walked to her, and picked her up in his arms.
After the struggle in the bathroom, her heart ached again, and she really didn't have the strength to struggle anymore, so she let him do as he pleased.
He carried her to the bed, tucked her in, and brushed the stray hairs that had fallen around her ears back.
"I'll go downstairs and have the doctor come up for a face-to-face examination. You lie down first."
Shen Qing nodded.
Soon a foreign doctor followed Cheng Zhiwen into the room and asked Shen Qing in English where she felt unwell.
Shen Qing then described how he stayed up all night and the process and frequency of his heart pain.
The doctor took out a horn-shaped object, which appeared to be a stethoscope, and asked Cheng Zhiwen, "May I place this tool on Madam's chest to listen to her heartbeat?"
Shen Qing coughed lightly and clutched her collar tightly under the covers.
She was still wearing her bathrobe, the neckline only loosely tucked in, and the large thing pressed against her chest, which did seem to be quite sensitive.
She secretly tightened her collar. With Cheng Zhiwen's permission, the doctor walked to the bedside, bent down, and listened to her heartbeat with a stethoscope.
He listened while shaking his head, signaling Cheng Zhiwen to go outside to talk.
Upon seeing this, Shen Qing immediately felt a little flustered.
Outside the door.
Cheng Zhiwen looked at the doctor with a serious expression: "Does she have any heart problems?"
"The lady may have a congenital heart condition, and this attack was triggered by staying up late."
"Then how should it be treated?"
"There's nothing we can do right now, we can only rest well, recover from the effects, and avoid overexertion."
Cheng Zhiwen nodded: "I understand, thank you."
He escorted the doctor downstairs.
Just before getting into the car, the doctor suddenly said, "I'm afraid the lady's health is not suitable for carrying a child."
Cheng Zhiwen was taken aback: "Not suitable for having children?"
"Yes, given Madam's current heart condition, she cannot withstand a ten-month pregnancy."
Cheng Zhiwen understood and saw him onto the carriage.
As the carriage left the courtyard, he turned and went back into the house with a solemn expression.
Shen Qing was resting in bed when he saw him come in and asked, "What did the doctor say?"
He snapped out of his daze and said, "I told you that you are in poor health and need to rest more, pay attention to nutrition, and not stay up late anymore."
So that's how it is.
Shen Qing felt relieved, turned over, pulled the blanket over herself, and sighed, "I guess I'm destined to live a life of luxury, but I'm not that lucky."
The Gao family is currently relying on her alone, and even if she only has one breath left, she has to keep going.
Rest is something you can only dream about.
Cheng Zhiwen went downstairs and brought up the food, placed it on the bedside table, helped her set up the pillows, and helped her sit on the edge of the bed: "Eat something first."
Shen Qing hadn't eaten for two days and was so hungry that he had no appetite. He only ate a little bit of meat porridge before frowning and saying it was fishy and he couldn't eat anymore.
Cheng Zhiwen asked Zhang Ma to clear away the food first, and then make some tomato and egg noodles later.
"Noodles are easy to digest and don't have a fishy smell. I'll eat some more later."
He finished speaking softly, took his bathrobe, and went into the bathroom to take a shower.
Shen Qing leaned against the headboard, looking towards the bathroom with a complicated expression.
She had noticed the changes in Cheng Zhiwen during this period.
It is said that he was shot on the ship, fell into a coma, and then began to change after waking up.
On their first night in London, she accidentally fell into his arms, and he simply pulled her onto his lap and kissed her.
After that, he seemed to let loose, and every time they met, he couldn't wait to hug and kiss her.
Shen Qing couldn't understand why he had changed like this. Before boarding the ship, he was clearly dignified and restrained.
Was it destroyed by that bullet on the ship?
That doesn't make sense either; the bullet hit his back, not his head.
Boom on the head?
Shen Qing chuckled to herself.
"What are you laughing at?"
Cheng Zhiwen, wearing a black silk bathrobe, walked to the bedside, sat down, and lowered her head to dry her hair.
Shen Qing coughed lightly and turned his back.
Perhaps because I had just eaten, I felt less weak now, and my mind was more focused.
She wanted to deal with the most pressing issue first, so she asked, "How's things going with Schmidt?"
While drying her hair, Cheng Zhiwen said, "I showed him the patent certificate for the machine, and he had nothing to say, but he asked us to give him the English version of the agreement for the old machine."
Shen Qing reacted for a moment, then turned around in surprise: "Did this machine steal his patent?"
“Our machine has little to do with his. It’s a brand new machine with its own patent.”
Shen Qing understood.
Cheng Zhiwen took the machine to Germany and had other German industrial designers recreate a machine with similar functions, based on the principles of the old machine and avoiding all the parts that would cause disputes.
And they beat Schmidt to it, obtaining the patent rights for the machine in Germany.
So Schmidt had no other choice but to ask for the English agreement back and the concessions they had agreed upon, hoping to salvage some of his losses.
The way they preemptively registered the patent was a bit underhanded, but it had a style very much like Cheng Zhiwen's.
Shen Qing disagreed, but he understood that this was the best way to deal with Schmidt.
Fight evil with evil.
She threw off the covers, got out of bed, went to open her suitcase, and took out a brown paper bag.
He handed it to Cheng Zhiwen: "The English agreement is here, give it to him."
Cheng Zhiwen put down the towel she was using to dry her hair and took the paper bag.
As if afraid she would be reluctant, he comforted her, "We hold the patent rights to the new machine. You can waive the patent fees for whomever you want later."
"good."
Shen Qing returned to bed and leaned against the headboard, lost in thought.
Cheng Zhiwen dried her hair, lay down on the bed, and helped her tuck the blanket over her stomach.
He leaned against her and stayed by her side.
“I’ve made it clear to Schmidt that we will no longer interfere with the old machine’s actions; he will be in charge. And he can no longer cause trouble at your factory.”
What did he say?
"He was naturally pleased, and from then on, they each made their own fortunes."
Shen Qing smiled helplessly: "It's a win-win situation."
"Knock knock," someone knocked on the door.
Cheng Zhiwen threw off the covers and got out of bed.
Shen Qing's gaze followed his figure to the doorway.
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