Shen Qingli saw that Zhou Yanchen and the others had already left the hospital, so she came over holding Shen Jinxi.
Shen Jinxi's face flushed red, which made Shen Qingli's lips tighten even more.
She hurried to the inpatient department, each step filled with anxiety and worry.
In the inpatient department, the doctor quickly gave Shen Jinxi a dose of fever-reducing medicine.
Shen Qingli sat on the bed, her eyes full of self-blame. She held Shen Jinxi's hand tightly, "My dear, I'm sorry. It's mommy who didn't take good care of you."
When Shen Qingli was immersed in deep self-blame, the cell phone in her bag suddenly rang, breaking the solemn silence.
She hurriedly took out her phone from her bag and saw that the caller ID showed it was Pei Yike, so she picked up the call, "Yike."
Pei Yike was quick to detect the difference in Shen Qingli's voice. "Ah Li, what's wrong with you? Did something happen?"
Shen Qingli's voice was a little hoarse and tired, "Xiaobao has a fever, we are in the hospital now."
Pei Yike was extremely anxious when he heard this. "What? Xiaobao is sick. Which hospital is he in? I'll come to see you right now."
"We are in the respiratory department of the First People's Hospital." Shen Qingli replied.
Pei Yike asked again: "Is it so serious? Do you still need to be hospitalized?"
"Well, Xiaobao has a persistent high fever and a Mycoplasma respiratory tract infection. He has to be hospitalized." Shen Qingli sighed helplessly.
"Okay, is Dabao with you too?" Pei Yike continued to ask.
"No, he's at home." Shen Qingli said.
Pei Yike thought for a moment and asked, "Do you want me to pick her up and bring her along?"
"Okay, bring some spare clothes and toiletries for me and 께宝."
Shen Qingli hung up the phone, put the phone aside gently, raised her hand to touch Shen Jinxi's forehead, and felt that the heat was not as hot as before, and the tight string in her heart relaxed a little.
At this moment, Zhou Yanchen, who was sitting in the car, stared at the window, his thoughts tangled like a tangled mess.
He couldn't help but wonder in his heart, why?
Could it be that I am really sick now, so that I have this feeling?
That figure from behind clearly looks like Shen Qingli, but why isn’t it her?
In fact, Mr. Zhou had already seen why Zhou Yanchen was so anxious in the hospital just now.
He deliberately said to Lin Shu: "Old Lin, I suddenly miss that girl Xiaoli."
"I don't know how sad she was at the time. Why didn't she call me for five years?"
"I really want to know how she has been doing these past few years. Five years have passed. Has she married someone else or has she become a mother?"
Zhou Yanchen, who was sitting in the passenger seat, felt even more depressed and heavy when he heard this, as if a dark cloud was hanging over his head.
Will Shen Qingli marry someone else? This question was like an invisible hand, tightly grasping his heart, and he didn't even dare to think about it.
He was afraid, afraid that when he finally found her, she would already be a wife and a mother.
Zhou Yanchen just felt that the traffic was very congested, "Chang You, pull over."
Chang You heard this and asked, "Boss, do you want to get off here?"
"Well, I have something to do. Please send Grandpa back."
As soon as Chang You parked the car, Zhou Yanchen couldn't wait to open the door and get out.
When we got off the car, the old man reminded us: "Remember to take my medicine on time. I'll take you there again after you finish it."
Zhou Yanchen thought to himself: What good is that? He even ate it and went back.
But the mouth still responded: "I know, I will eat on time."
The car slowly drove forward. Grandpa Zhou turned his head to look at Zhou Yanchen standing on the side of the road. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart. This guy obviously cared so much about Xiao Li, but he just wanted to make things difficult for himself.
After they left, Zhou Yanchen hailed a taxi. After getting in, he said to the driver calmly, "Let's go to Jing'an Cemetery."
"Yes sir."
As usual, Zhou Yanchen carefully selected a bunch of pure lilies in the flower shop, and then brought them to Yao Yuling's tomb.
When he saw the bouquet of lilies placed in front of the tomb, a light flashed in his eyes, and excitement and doubt surged in his heart.
In the past five years, he had never seen anyone else come here except him.
Could it be Shen Qingli?
Is Shen Qingli really back?
Otherwise, who sent these flowers?
Fortunately, the worker that Shen Qingli asked last time was cleaning the cemetery. When he saw the familiar figure, he immediately remembered Shen Qingli's entrustment.
He nervously took out his phone and took a photo of Zhou Yanchen.
As soon as the filming was finished, Zhou Yanchen turned his head sharply to look over. The worker was exhausted from secretly filming, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, as if his throat was about to jump out.
Seeing Zhou Yanchen walking towards him, he hurriedly put his phone back into his trouser pocket.
Zhou Yanchen approached and asked directly, "Hello, I would like to ask, have you visited Ms. Yao Yuling in the past few days?"
The worker didn't dare to look directly into his deep and sharp eyes. He slightly shifted his gaze and said hesitantly, "Well, her daughter came back to see her."
"What? Are you saying her daughter is back?" Zhou Yanchen asked excitedly, with a slight tremor in his voice that he could hardly conceal.
"Well, yes, she came here yesterday with her two children." said the worker.
"Children, two?" Zhou Yanchen murmured, with mixed feelings in his heart.
"Yes, a boy and a girl. They are very pretty and very likable," the worker added.
Is Shen Qingli really married?
And have two children?
This thought was like a heavy hammer, hitting Zhou Yanchen's body hard. His shoulders collapsed instantly and his whole body seemed to have lost its support.
Then he whispered, "Thank you."
When he turned around, the worker took a serious look at him, only to see that he had a slightly frowned brow, with a look of loneliness and sadness on his face.
A thought suddenly flashed through the worker's mind. It seemed that the boy yesterday looked somewhat similar to the boy in front of him.
When he wanted to call Zhou Yanchen, the phone in his pocket rang at an inopportune time. He quickly picked up the phone to answer it, and then responded repeatedly: "Okay, I'll come right over."
He glanced at Zhou Yanchen's back, then turned and ran back. He thought it would be too late to talk about it next time.
Zhou Yanchen's eyes were red, and he kept shouting in his heart: Shen Qingli, you are really back?
So what I saw in the hospital just now was you, right?
He raised his head and closed his eyes, a tear rolled down from the corner of his eye, that tear contained endless longing, pain and confusion.
After leaving the cemetery, Zhou Yanchen did not return to the company, but went straight home.
He took a few bottles of wine from the wine cabinet and went upstairs.
He opened the bottle, poured a full glass, and drank it all in one gulp.
Shen Qingli, have you really let go of the past?
But I can't let it go, what should I do?
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