Chapter 166 He Wants to See Her, Calls the Hospital
Jiang Fuyue paused and didn't answer the call, but didn't hang up immediately. Instead, he returned to the chat interface and typed: Is there anything wrong?
The other end replied immediately: There are a few places in the photo that are not clear, I want to see the blackboard.
Jiang Fuyue picked up the phone and switched the front camera to the rear camera.
Therefore, Ling Xuan only saw Jiang Fuyue's face in the brief moment of less than a second when the call was connected.
With a quick glance, I looked closely at the rear camera, facing the blackboard.
Jiang Fuyue adjusted the angle of the phone: "Can you see it?"
Ling Xuan: “…Okay.”
About three or four minutes later: "I'm fine, can you -" Can you talk to me?
Before he could finish the second half of the sentence, he heard a light "hmm" from the other end, and then the call was disconnected.
Ling Xuan: “?”
It happened quite suddenly.
The wind blew in from the terrace at the end of the corridor, bringing with it a hint of the evening heat, making people inexplicably irritated.
Ling Xuan shook his head, his smile revealing a hint of helplessness. He put away his phone and turned to go into the ward.
In the room, Ling Qingzhou was leaning against the head of the bed, with a laptop on the turned-up small table in front of him. The page was fixed on a pile of financial report data, and he was browsing it patiently.
His eyes are focused and his mind is serious.
Hearing the sound of the door opening and closing, the man subconsciously raised his eyelids.
Ling Xuan called out, "Dad."
"Um."
"Mom said she's on her way and it'll probably take another twenty minutes."
Ling Qingzhou: "No rush."
After saying that, his gaze returned to the screen.
Ling Xuan silently filled the empty water cup in front of him. Just as he put it down, he heard his father ask -
"What will happen to the training camp if you return to Linhuai?"
Ling Xuan: "I'm on leave."
Ling Qingzhou: "Can you keep up with the progress?"
"It's okay. I asked my classmates to send me the daily course content and classroom blackboard notes." It's just that this classmate doesn't seem to like talking to him much.
The boy touched his nose and couldn't help but reflect on what he did wrong.
No one knows a son better than his father. Ling Qingzhou: "Are you having any trouble?"
Ling Xuan suddenly came back to his senses and shook his head: "No."
"Not in terms of studies, but in terms of interpersonal relationships."
He said nothing, as if he agreed.
Ling Qingzhou raised his eyebrows and looked at his son's face, which was troubled and a little lonely.
He boldly guessed: "Is the other person a girl?"
"Dad!" Ling Xuan was startled, his eyes flashing slightly.
Ling Qingzhou: "Girlfriend?"
"……no."
"Do you like her?"
Ling Xuan didn't say anything, his mind racing.
Does he like Jiang Fuyue?
Is that the feeling of love?
He's not sure.
But he couldn't help but secretly pay attention to her. The colder she was, the more he wanted to get closer to her, even if he got frostbitten in the process.
Ling Qingzhou looked at his son's constantly changing expression. Although he didn't show it on his face, he was quite surprised in his heart.
This look clearly shows that one is thinking about something but cannot get it, yet is unwilling to give up.
Ling Qingzhou suddenly became very curious about what kind of magic that girl had that could push his always proud son to this point.
"...Dad, drink some water." Ling Xuan held the cup with both hands and brought it to his lips.
My father naturally appreciated it, but I could also see that he wanted to change the subject.
Ling Qingzhou finished drinking, did not expose the truth, nor did he ask any more questions, and continued to read the financial report.
Ling Xuan breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't want to consider his relationship with Jiang Fuyue for the time being. He would wait until the rift between them was resolved before deciding on anything else.
Take your time, he thought.
The father and son finished their conversation, and the huge ward returned to silence.
Ling Xuan sat on a chair with a small round glass table in front of him. He took out paper and pen, and took out the photos that Jiang Fuyue had sent him.
In fact, the photo was taken very clearly and there was nothing unclear.
He just... wanted to find an excuse to see her.
I saw it, but only once, no more.
Ling Xuan sighed and suddenly felt that Jiang Fuyue was so stingy.
He had no doubt that if he didn't find a suitable reason like "looking at the blackboard", she would hang up the video call directly.
The boy looked at the question on the photo, and the pen in his hand suddenly drew a long mark on the clean draft paper.
Jiang Fuyue wanted to hide from him, but he wouldn't let her!
He still has to look at the blackboard tomorrow.
One look a day, two looks in two days, a little adds up to a lot.
Twenty minutes later, Zhou Qin arrived.
Carrying two thermos bottles, he entered the ward and called out to the father and son, "It's time to eat."
Ling Xuan stood up.
Ling Qingzhou was on the phone and raised his hand to signal the mother and son to eat first.
Zhou Qin had already eaten at home. She took out the food and put the dishes in order. "Ah Xuan, you eat first. Don't wait for your dad. Who knows when he will be done."
Having said that, Ling Xuan still didn't pick up his chopsticks. It was not until ten minutes later, when Ling Qingzhou finished his phone call, that the father and son sat down to eat together.
Zhou Qin pushed the poured soup in front of her husband and said softly, "You injured your leg bones. They say like nourishes like, so drinking some bone soup to replenish calcium is always a good idea."
Ling Qingzhou took a look and didn't have much appetite, but he still gave Zhou Qin enough face in front of his son. He drank half a bowl, put it aside, and didn't touch it again.
Zhou Qin acted as if she didn't see it and stood up to make the bed for him.
He also replaced the wilted flowers with fresh ones, busying himself in and out, making no noise the whole time.
Just like her, she has always been gentle, slow and soft.
Ling Qingzhou finished eating and lay back on the hospital bed.
Zhou Qin called a doctor to examine him.
"...Doctor, how is my husband?"
"It takes a hundred days to heal a broken bone. It's best not to walk for the first half of the month, and avoid secondary injuries within three months. In short, rest well."
Zhou Qin nodded, sent the doctor out, turned back and sat down beside the bed, suddenly holding Ling Qingzhou's hand.
The man was startled, his heart softening slightly, and his voice became softer, less sharp and businesslike: "What's wrong?"
Zhou Qin sighed: "Look at you, you are such an adult, but you still don't let people trust you. You actually fought with Yi Hansheng in public..."
These words hit Ling Qingzhou's sore spot, and the man's face suddenly turned dark.
"He's gone too far!"
Just as No. 1 Middle School was about to sign the contract, that bastard named Yi suddenly barged in alone, acted like a spoiled brat and made trouble unreasonably.
As a result, the No. 1 Middle School saw that the situation was not right. They could not afford to offend both sides, and they were also afraid of Yi Hansheng's pestering, so they simply made a statement on the spot -
They don’t want any of the “Ming Yue Tower” or “Yueming Tower”!
Now Ling Qingzhou was dumbfounded.
The duck that was about to be in his mouth was lost, and he could no longer bear it, so he raised his fist and hit Yi Hansheng in the face.
Yi Hansheng is not a pushover either. He has been tolerating Ling Qingzhou for a long time and has long wanted to have a big fight.
The two big CEOs fought each other on the spot without caring about their status or face.
You punch me, I kick you, and we fight fiercely.
Employees on both sides reacted and stepped forward to separate them, but somehow they ended up joining the fight.
Suddenly, the entire conference room was in chaos, as if a world war was about to break out.
Then--
Two big CEOs were admitted to the hospital, one with a broken leg and the other with a broken arm, and their wards were next door.
This damn fragrant monkey shit.
Zhou Qin took in all the anger on the man's face, half-closed her eyes, and her eyelashes trembled slightly.
"Is it that important?" she murmured.
The man frowned.
"Is building a building so important to you?" He even disregarded his own life.
After twenty years of marriage, Zhou Qin knew this man too well: he was gentle, elegant, graceful, and extremely concerned about his appearance.
Although Yi Hansheng appears rough on the surface, he has been in power for so many years, how could he easily let others make a fool of himself?
But these two people, in front of everyone, actually started fighting each other like young boys in their twenties over a disagreement!
When Zhou Qin heard the news, her first reaction was not worry or anger. She actually wanted to laugh because the truth was so absurd.
It was so absurd that she couldn't believe that such a thing could happen to these two men.
Just for the right to build a middle school building?
Haha...after all, it's all for that dead woman.
Zhou Qin couldn't suppress her curiosity again.
What is the charm of Lou Mingyue that can make living men fight for her even after she has been dead for more than 20 years?
When Ling Qingzhou heard this, his originally gentle expression suddenly darkened.
Is it that important?
He curled his lips coldly and said word by word, "I thought this was our tacit consensus."
Zhou Qin felt a sharp stab in the heart, and blood immediately flowed out.
Too bad the man couldn't see.
It turned out that her concessions, patience, and suppression over the years had become a "consensus" that was taken for granted in his eyes?
She stood up in a hurry and turned her back in a panic: "I'm going back first."
After saying this, she fled in panic, fearing that if she was a step late, her tears would burst out.
In the corner, Ling Xuan witnessed the whole process with a frown on his face.
It seemed as if something he didn't know was about to come out...
Three updates, three thousand words.
Ten minutes early is still early [covering face] - this is the only way I can comfort myself.
Good night, bald little darlings.
(End of this chapter)
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