Chapter 64 Worry
The next day, Gu Ningwei took some time to go to the hospital again.
Liu Suping's condition was stable, and she was "taken care of" in the building where the cadre ward was located. The single room was equipped with a TV, sofa, microwave oven, and other daily necessities. The hospital recommended a nurse, who was a professional after all, with much better skills than her own, and took very good care of Liu Suping.
She could also calm down and have a good sleep.
Han privately lamented to Fang Jiayan that these conditions were a far cry from the situation when Han Yourong was ill and she and she took turns to take care of him day and night in the four-person ward, sleeping on benches and in the corridor.
Fang Jiayan said, "Don't disbelieve me, this is how it works in the hospital. It makes a difference whether you have connections or not. Doctors are known for their compassion, but with so many patients every day, everyone gets tired and doesn't have time to care. If you have connections and say hello, people tend to pay more attention. That's an indisputable fact."
Han thought of Gu Ningwei. Although he had no feelings for her, he was more considerate than herself in every way.
Of course, he is also rich and powerful, and there are many people who flatter him.
Liu Suping no longer clamored to go home. After all, this place was much more comfortable than home.
She just felt sorry for Han Que spending money, and kept asking Han Que how much money he had spent. Han Que lied to her and made up a number. She didn't believe it, so she asked Fang Jiayan who came to visit her. This made Fang Jiayan very embarrassed, and she also lied to him, saying that it didn't cost much here and that it mainly relied on her internal connections.
This allowed Liu Suping to catch Han Que's fault, and she kept scolding her for the whole afternoon, saying how great Fang Jiayan was and how great you, Han Que, were, and how you were inferior to them in every way.
Han couldn't help but say a few words to her, saying that Fang Jiayan's parents had never cared for her like this. This made Liu Suping angry. She cried and scolded her for a long time until Han coaxed her and the nurse also persuaded her for a long time before she calmed down.
Just as the nurse was about to take her to take a bath, Han took the time to go downstairs to get some fresh air.
There is a small fenced garden downstairs in the ward. In the summer, the trees are lush and green, and the air is filled with moist moisture after a rain. A row of gardenias are planted in the flower bed as a hedge, and the white flowers emit a rich and charming fragrance that is refreshing.
Gu Ningwei saw Han Que at a glance. She was sitting on a wooden bench, holding an ivory-white gardenia in her hand. She was in a daze, with her eyes lowered, as if she had a lot on her mind.
He walked over gently and stood behind her for a while. There was a faint fragrance floating in his nose. He didn't know whether it was the scent of the gardenia in her hand or the unique fragrance on her body.
Thinking back to the time, he was also standing behind her, looking at her graceful posture, and when she turned around and smiled, she was truly charming.
Han Queshi seemed to hear footsteps and turned around. When he looked up, he saw him. He was slightly startled, then smiled bitterly: "Why are you here again?"
Gu Ningwei lowered his eyes to look at her, his deep brows shrouded in shadows, a smile half-smiled, as if teasing: "What? You don't want me to come?"
"No..." Han argued.
"Did I disturb you while you were thinking?" Gu Ningwei showed a hint of displeasure.
"That's not what I meant..." Han rolled her eyes at him and stopped talking. The worry and concern that accidentally revealed in her anxious tone made her blush and her ears burn. She stammered and stopped talking.
But that moment pleased the man. Gu Ningwei clenched his lips with his fist, not wanting her to see the corners of his mouth raise. He leaned over and sat down beside her, leaning close to her cheek, and asked with a smile: "Then what do you mean? Don't you want me to come to see you?"
"It's not that I don't want to, but if those with ulterior motives see it, it will cause a lot of trouble," Han said.
"Are you concerned about me?" Gu Ningwei raised his eyebrows, as if to confirm.
"I'm afraid of trouble." Han said deliberately, turning his head to hide his gaze.
"It's no big deal." Gu Ningwei's eyes were filled with disappointment. He coughed, concealed his expression, and said calmly, "Besides, even if there is trouble, we can just find a way to solve it. There's nothing to be afraid of."
Han nodded. The hot topic now was the news that a certain small star's reputation collapsed due to tax issues. However, within a few days, the news that the young master of the Gu family kept a mistress disappeared without a trace.
"Why aren't you in the ward?" Seeing that Han was not feeling well, Gu Ningwei changed the subject.
"I came out to get some fresh air." Han Que said, his eyelashes drooping slightly, as if to hide the melancholy in his eyes.
"Hmm?" Gu Ningwei was slightly startled, then continued, "I just asked the doctor, and he said your mother's indicators are gradually improving. Why are you worried again?"
After meeting Jiang Jin last time, Gu Ningwei had some understanding of Han Que's family situation. Now in front of him was a living person, with every bit of life details, rather than the cold analysis of family members in the report submitted.
"Eh." Han sighed softly and shook his head, "It's better not to say it."
"What's wrong? I can't ask? Have I violated your privacy again?" Gu Ningwei looked at her, feeling a little unhappy in his heart. Why did Jiang Jin know her home address, but she kept it secret from him?
"No..." Han Que paused, avoided his gaze, and sighed softly, "It didn't violate my privacy. I'm just upset and don't want to mention it." Han Que couldn't open his mouth to say anything bad about Liu Suping to Gu Ningwei, let alone Liu Suping's question about where Han Que got so much money. When she got excited, she scolded Han Que for being shameless and being someone's mistress.
Everyone said that her memory was declining and she was confused about many things, but she remembered this incident clearly, which showed how much hatred she had in her heart.
"Do you need me to solve it?" Gu Ningwei asked.
Han glanced at him and saw that he looked confident and in control. The irritation that had just been suppressed rose again. "Do you have to take care of all my affairs? Or can you help me solve all my problems?"
"Most of the time, I think it should be possible." Gu Ningwei nodded. "I can't say it's 100% certain, but it can solve most of the problems."
"You mean that anything that can be solved with money can be solved, right?" Han Que's tone was sharp and slightly sarcastic. He knew that he was causing trouble for no reason.
Gu Ningwei raised his eyes and looked at her deeply. He pondered for a moment before nodding.
"He is indeed a rich man." Han chuckled, threw down the crushed petals, turned around and was about to leave.
Gu Ningwei reached out and grabbed her wrist.
Han turned around to look at him, and he looked at her. They knew from each other's eyes what the other wanted to say and what the other wanted to ask, but they just couldn't say it out loud.
After a while, Gu Ningwei released her wrist and gently stroked her cheek, saying softly, "You're too tired. After this busy period, I'll take you somewhere to relax."
Seeing her frown, he paused, put his face on the back of her hand, rubbed it, closed his eyes, and murmured: "Actually, I'm tired too."
At night, Fang Jiayan came back from her late shift and saw Han Que smoking on the balcony.
As night fell, a drizzle of rain began to fall, hitting the awning with a bang. Smoke curled up and spread out in the night like a vast white fog.
She paused slightly, turned and left.
It was the rainy season, and the air was humid and hot. Fang Jiayan went to the bathroom to take a shower and change clothes first. When she came out, Han Queque was already busy at the dining table. The microwave was on and humming in the kitchen. There were two sets of bowls and chopsticks and salted duck, braised hairtail, Juewei duck neck, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and a small pot of winter melon and pork ribs soup on the table.
"Come and eat." Han said, "I'll go get the food."
"Hey, you cooked so many dishes." Fang Jiayan was surprised and sniffed hard, "They smell so good."
"Don't be touched. Apart from the scrambled eggs with tomatoes and the pork ribs and winter melon soup, the rest are takeout." Han smiled. When he heard the ding of the microwave, he turned back to the kitchen. "And the pickled fish. I'll bring it over right away."
"You woman, you made so many dishes. I'm on a diet and I'm going to be killed by you again..." Fang Jiayan laughed and scolded her from behind, but she had already sat down and picked up the soup spoon to scoop two bowls of soup.
"I hear you complain about the company cafeteria every day, so how can I not express my gratitude? I can't be living and eating for free at your house these days." Han responded from the kitchen, holding a bowl of pickled fish with a rag in his hands. He placed it on the table and touched his ears with both hands, "It's so hot..."
Although her home address was known, Han could no longer live back home. She rejected Gu Ningwei's arrangement and moved into Fang Jiayan's house.
After Fang Jiayan started working, she rented a house on her own because it was close to her workplace and convenient for commuting. Her parents knew that she was always sensible and sensible, so they gave her some money to subsidize the rent and did not allow her to share the house with others.
She lived in a single room by herself and was happy and comfortable. When Han came to stay, he could just pull out the folding sofa at night and sleep soundly.
"Hey, there are so many dishes, how can two people finish them? Why not call Zhou Wenwen over, and the three of us can have a good drink tonight." Fang Jiayan suggested, and then she picked up her phone to call Zhou Wenwen and asked her to bring beer.
The two drank some soup first while waiting for Zhou Wenwen. Fang Jiayan sighed, "No wonder some people still like to get married. After a busy day, when you come home, someone has prepared a meal waiting for you to eat together. Even if it's just some hot soup, it makes you feel at ease and warm."
He also asked Han Que if she would cook for the man.
Han shook his head and said no.
"Never?" Fang Jiayan didn't believe it. "Why didn't Mr. Gu have one?"
"Really not, we always ate out." Han said, thinking of the only time they were in his villa, when the two of them didn't focus on eating.
"You guys don't actually meet often?" Fang Jiayan asked curiously while drinking soup.
After living with Han Que, Fang Jiayan realized that Han Que, the so-called kept canary, also had to work overtime and was busy all the time.
Han nodded gently, "I don't see him often. He seems to be very busy, especially recently. It's even rarer to see him."
As he said this, he sighed in his heart. It was so rare for them to see each other, but they still had to argue. It was very awkward for both of them.
"Oh, what a pity." Fang Jiayan looked regretful and chewed a piece of duck neck carefully.
The doorbell rang, and Han Que ran to open the door. Zhou Wenwen was standing at the door holding a supermarket food bag. When she saw Han Que, she started to blame him in a fuss: "Okay, Han Que, you hid here with Jiayan without notifying me. I wanted to take you to live in my house."
"What you said sounds fake. You live with your parents, how can you let Han Que live there?" Fang Jiayan squinted at her. "Come in quickly, and don't shout at the door, or you'll attract the paparazzi."
"Oh." Zhou Wenwen fell silent after hearing that. She shrank her neck and lowered her voice, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
"Come on, paparazzi? I'm not a celebrity, why would anyone pay attention to me?" Han jokingly threw the slippers from the shoe cabinet to her and said, "Hurry up, I've been waiting for you."
The three of them opened a can of beer, each holding a can, and talked about the interesting things that happened in school. They also talked about their classmates back then. Now they have gone their separate ways and have less contact. Some have gotten married, some have moved to other places, and some have gone abroad to study and have no contact anymore.
"Hey, there was a girl named Zhang Yuming in our class back then. Do you still remember what she looked like?" Zhou Wenwen suddenly asked.
"I remember it. It's the girl sitting behind me, with fair skin and big eyes." Han nodded. "Where is she now?"
"She's dead." Zhou Wenwen said.
"ah?"
"How did he die?"
Han Que and Fang Jiayan asked in unison.
"He committed suicide by jumping off the building." Zhou Wenwen said, and looked at Han Que again, seeming to want to say something but stopping herself.
Han glared at her: "If you have something to say, just say it. Why are you looking at me? Did I kill you?"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com