Chapter 52. "Have you really fallen in love with Song Huai?"
All afternoon, Song Huai didn't eat or drink a drop of water, and now he wouldn't even eat a mouthful of rice. Bai Xiao was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, not knowing what to do. Song Huai was a fragile treasure; he was afraid of breaking him if he held him in his hands, and afraid of melting him if he kept him in his mouth—he had no way to deal with Song Huai.
Bai Xiao stubbornly sat down next to Song Huai with the lunchbox in her hand, but Song Huai didn't even glance at it until the porridge inside had cooled down.
Bai Xiao's heart sank to the bottom. His chest heaved, and his breathing became more and more rapid.
After a moment, he suppressed his inner turmoil and forced a smile at Song Huai, a smile that looked more like a grimace. "It's okay if you don't eat. You just woke up today, so it's normal that you don't have an appetite. We'll have the doctor come and give you an IV drip in a bit."
He gently stroked Song Huai's pale cheek, "However, you can't do this again tomorrow..." As he spoke, Bai Xiao's eyes unconsciously reddened.
He put the lunchbox away untouched and left the ward.
As soon as she came out, Bai Xiao's smile vanished, replaced by a fierce expression.
He put down his lunchbox, then suddenly stretched out his leg and kicked the bench at the door of the ward hard.
The chair was made of iron and was very sturdy, but it still trembled twice under Bai Xiao's kick.
"Hey, what are you doing? Damaging public property is illegal, you know?" Chen Mingqing was making his rounds when he happened to bump into Bai Xiao in the corridor, staring at a chair and acting crazy for some reason.
Bai Xiao turned to look at him, her eyes slightly red, and deep within them was endless sorrow.
Chen Mingqing's heart skipped a beat. He had never seen Bai Xiao like this before, so sorrowful, so... vulnerable.
He was completely puzzled. Bai Xiao and Song Huai had only married by agreement, and they should have divorced long ago after Bai Jingzhong's death. Why was Bai Xiao more heartbroken than if her father had died?
"Hey," Chen Mingqing kicked Bai Xiao, who had slumped weakly into a chair, "Song Huai is the one who's seriously injured, what are you doing here wallowing in self-pity?"
Bai Xiao wiped her eyes and said softly, "Song Huai hasn't spoken since he woke up. He hasn't drunk any water or eaten any food all afternoon. What do you think I should do?"
"It's understandable that he can't accept the state of his hand right now. He'll have to get through this on his own, but..." Chen Mingqing paused, "Why are you so concerned about Song Huai? Even if he ended up like this because of you, it's not really your fault..."
Bai Xiao glanced at Chen Mingqing, giving him a knowing look.
A bold idea popped into Chen Mingqing's mind, and his eyes widened. "You, you haven't divorced Song Huai yet, have you?" Then, an even bolder idea popped into his mind. "You...you've really fallen in love with Song Huai? Are you...taking this on for real?"
Bai Xiao remained silent, tacitly agreeing.
"But Song Huai is Song Boyu's brother after all. Are you really not bothered at all?"
Bai Xiao lowered his head and remained silent. It was impossible for him not to mind at all, but love is just so irrational. He had fallen hopelessly in love with Song Huai, even though Song Huai was Song Boyu's brother.
However, this special relationship between them was always a thorn in their hearts, making them feel like they had a fishbone stuck in their throats.
Especially after learning the true cause of Song Boyu's death.
Song Huai, a man who was so weak that he could barely lift a chicken, and who was only good at chopping vegetables and would even call for help to kill a cockroach if he saw one in his room, actually managed to slit Bai Zhang's throat for Song Boyu, causing him to bleed to death.
Bai Xiao didn't want to imagine how deep the despair Song Huai must have experienced to rise up in the face of adversity, ultimately causing him and Bai Zhang to both suffer heavy losses.
Bai Zhang's death was not a pity, but Song Huai... lost his right hand and almost lost his life.
Bai Xiao was shocked by the relationship between Song Huai and Song Boyu.
It was precisely because of their incredibly close relationship that Bai Xiao couldn't help but doubt whether Song Huai could overcome his inner hurdle and truly be with her without any reservations.
Moreover, the one who killed Song Boyu was his own uncle. Ultimately, this was all the fault of the Bai family, and he owed Song Huai and his brother far too much.
Bai Xiao did not discuss Song Boyu's true cause of death with anyone else. The deceased is gone, and there is no need to cause further grief to those who cared about him—which was something Song Boyu would not have wanted to see.
"Bai Xiao, are you really sure? Are you sure you're going to be with Song Huai from now on?" Chen Mingqing asked worriedly. He knew that Bai Xiao was a stubborn person who wouldn't easily let go once she truly fell in love with someone.
Bai Xiao nodded solemnly, "Yes, Song Huai is my wife."
He had already made up his mind that no matter what Song Huai did in the future, he would always, always recognize only Song Huai.
Chen Mingqing patted Bai Xiao on the shoulder. The relationship between Song Huai and Bai Xiao was too complicated. As an outsider, he probably couldn't even understand one-thousandth of their feelings.
The two sat quietly together for a while, then Chen Mingqing stood up and went to continue his rounds.
Bai Xiao couldn't help but return to the ward again. Song Huai, who was already lacking energy, had fallen into a deep sleep.
Bai Xiao tiptoed to Song Huai's side and gazed at him quietly.
Even as he slept, Song Huai unconsciously furrowed his brow, as if he were dreaming of something painful.
Bai Xiao couldn't help but reach out and smooth his furrowed brows, then bent down and gently kissed his forehead.
Song Huai, I believe in you. You will be brave enough, right?
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For the next few days, Song Huai still refused to say a word. Fortunately, he finally started eating slowly. Although his appetite was not much larger than that of a bird, Bai Xiao was still very gratified.
Song Huai's hand is not working properly, so Bai Xiao has been taking care of his meals for the past few days.
Finding the porridge in the lunchbox too hot, Bai Xiao kept stirring it to let the heat dissipate faster, while muttering to herself, "The doctor said you can eat some seafood to supplement your nutrition. I made you crab porridge today, I don't know if you like it. If you don't like it, there's fish porridge, shrimp porridge... there's bound to be something you like, right?"
When the temperature was about right, Bai Xiao scooped up a spoonful of porridge and brought it to Song Huai's lips. Song Huai obediently opened his mouth and swallowed the porridge.
The delicate, sweet crab meat almost melts into the white porridge, without any fishy smell, and has a wonderfully fresh aroma.
However, Song Huai swallowed the porridge almost without chewing, his face expressionless, showing no reaction to the delicious crab porridge, as if he were just mechanically completing a task.
Bai Xiao felt a little disappointed, but he immediately comforted himself, thinking: It's okay, at least Song Huai has started eating now. Take it slow, there's plenty of time.
Song Huai sipped his porridge, his ears filled with Bai Xiao's ramblings about all sorts of things:
"The doctor said you need to eat a light diet. Just bear with it for now. Once you're fully recovered, we'll go on our honeymoon and eat all the foods you like..."
"You can start rehabilitation for your hand in two weeks, so don't worry. The doctor said that as long as you exercise hard, there is hope for a full recovery."
In fact, the doctor's original words were that even with the best efforts to rehabilitate Song Huai's right hand, it could at most meet the basic needs of daily life, and it would be almost impossible for him to perform highly sensitive movements such as playing the piano.
But given Song Huai's current state, Bai Xiao dared not tell the truth.
"I know you don't want to stay cooped up in the hospital. You can go home to recuperate next month. You don't know, do you? The orchids in the greenhouse have bloomed. Old Liu has been carefully cultivating those orchids for several months. He's so happy about it."
"What other flowers do you like? We'll plant them all. Our yard is so empty; we should plant some flowers and plants, otherwise it feels so deserted..."
Before he knew it, amidst Bai Xiao's ramblings, Song Huai finished the last mouthful of porridge. This was the best Song Huai had eaten in the past few days.
Bai Xiao was incredibly excited. He took out a tissue to wipe Song Huai's mouth, gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, and then strode out to wash the lunchbox. Bai Xiao always felt that takeout containers were unhygienic, so he had been bringing his own lunchbox to get food for Song Huai these past few days.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the door opened, Liu Weitian was standing at the door of the ward, holding a large bouquet of carnations.
Bai Xiao's face darkened instantly. In the past few days, Liu Weitian had come to visit Song Huai many times, but he had refused to see him each time, citing reasons such as "the doctor said Song Huai cannot visit now" or "Song Huai has already retired."
But today, by sheer coincidence, Liu Weitian arrived at an extremely inopportune time, just as Song Huai's gaze fell upon him, leaving Bai Xiao with no way to refuse him.
He could only put on a smiling face: "Look at you, you came all this way, why did you bring a gift?"
As she spoke, Bai Xiao naturally took the bouquet from Liu Weitian and placed it in the corner of the ward furthest from Song Huai.
Liu Weitian entered the ward and went straight to Song Huai's side.
Bai Xiao, who was about to go out to wash the lunchbox, suddenly stopped and turned back to sit next to Liu Weitian and Song Huai.
Upon seeing his friend, Song Huai's eyes, which had been lifeless for days, finally showed a glimmer of life.
Liu Weitian didn't mention Song Huai's injuries, speaking in the same tone as when he chatted with Song Huai: "Song Huai, do you know, Director Howard came to see me a couple of days ago!"
Upon hearing the name Liu Weitian mentioned, Song Huai's eyes suddenly lit up.
Alan Howard, a world-renowned film director, has directed films that have won numerous awards at major film festivals.
He was also Song Huai's favorite and most admired film director.
“He’s currently preparing for a new film, which has many Eastern elements. He wanted to find an Eastern musician to compose the score for his film, so I recommended you to him.” Liu Weitian’s voice was filled with barely suppressed joy. “After listening to your work, he said he really liked you and that he wanted to talk to you.”
Song Huai shook off his previous dejection, his eyes lighting up completely, his amber eyes fixed intently on Liu Weitian.
"Really...really?" His voice was slightly hoarse after not speaking for many days.
Author's Note on Launch
This book is about to be released. According to my previous plan, the book will end at around 200,000 words.
Thank you to everyone who clicked on this book. Thank you for every collection, every tip, every comment, and every recommendation vote; they have all been my motivation to write these past few days.
(bows at a 90-degree angle)
The rest of the story will basically be about Bai Xiao pursuing his wife, and Song Huai's hand will also be fully healed (I'm the mother of Song Huai). Also, if nothing unexpected happens, I will write a special side story for Song Boyu.
I know many of my friends will leave, but it's okay, I'm strong (sob sob). We'll meet again in the future!
Thank you again to everyone who was kind enough to stay. I am truly grateful.
Finally, I wish everyone academic success, smooth work, happy life, and that you never run out of reading material, and that your favorite couples shower you with sweetness every day!
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