Chapter 110: Qi Hanmu's unfinished words were all missing...
Qi Hanmu's unfinished words were interrupted by this sudden cough.
Coughing is the thing that humans cannot hide. Even a noble man like Mr. Qi Sanye cannot escape it.
As soon as he took a breath to speak, the itching in his throat pressed forward without hesitation, forcing him to cough out his entire lung.
After coughing, Qi Hanmu collapsed on the bed as if exhausted. The corners of his fair eyes turned slightly red, and a drop of crystal clear warm liquid slowly flowed down from them. It was a physiological tear.
At this time, Butler Qi looked like a wax figure.
He stood beside the bed in a serious manner. He didn't pat Qi Hanmu on the back, nor did he hand him a cup of warm water. Instead, he folded his hands on his abdomen and looked straight ahead, as if he didn't see Qi Hanmu.
It was not until Qi Hanmu's voice was hoarse that he continued, "Let Luo Miao check whether the information about Madam's business trip is true," that Butler Qi finally lowered his head and replied "Yes".
The traces of wax on his body slowly melted away, but the air still faintly smelled of wax. Butler Qi, who was recovering from his illness, poured a cup of warm water and placed it next to the bedside table. He lowered his head, took two steps back, and then turned and left.
Late at night always makes people think too much. Qi Hanmu picked up the cup, but found that the edge of the cup was shaking.
The answer was already obvious. He curled the corners of his lips in self-deprecating manner. What a loser. He couldn't even do something as simple as holding a cup.
Just at this moment, the musical fountain at the entrance of Yiyuan began to play its own music.
It's a song called "Start Over Again".
I don’t know which person with old-fashioned aesthetics was responsible for playing the songs of the musical fountain. He deliberately turned down the volume late at night, but the sound still inevitably reached Qi Hanmu.
When the song reached its high notes, Qi Hanmu stared at the ceiling, and suddenly curled his lips at this incongruous combination of Chinese and Western styles.
Many people don't have this kind of courage. When they are knocked down by suffering, they simply lie on the ground and let their life go on. Qi Hanmu respects the fate of others, but at this moment when he is successful in love and career, he inexplicably feels a sense of sadness.
It seems that people who reach the top will always feel lonely. After Xia Yiqing accompanied him for six days, when she left, what awaited him was a longer period of emptiness and loneliness.
Just like behind a love song, it seems that all the sweet parts have been sung, and what is left are only the trivialities of life and a hint of sadness and despair.
This clearly shouldn't be the case. Perhaps it was discovered by Butler Qi, and the sound of the musical fountain was urgently stopped and replaced with soft and soothing music. There were no lyrics, just a soothing melody.
It is the piano piece "Recollections of Childhood".
Just as the saying goes that unfortunate people have to spend their whole lives to heal their childhood, Qi Hanmu lay on his right side and slowly curled up. His stomach ached slightly. He hadn't eaten much all day. At this moment, his upper abdomen felt like it was on fire, hurting from time to time, and even his brain felt dizzy.
His current condition is that he is in so much pain that he can't sleep, but he is so sleepy that he can hardly feel the pain.
After slowly breathing in the slightly thin air, Qi Hanmu supported the mattress with his elbows, dragged his body up, leaned his back against the headboard, and skillfully put on the green nasal oxygen tube on himself.
It seems that only the oxygen breathed in this way is real, slightly cool, and that faint chill seems to wander inside the body, slowly passing through the limbs and bones, leaving only the frost that penetrates into the bones.
The wind started to blow at night and a little rain began to fall. Because the temperature was not low enough, it was not snowing, just a few scattered drops of rain.
But these annoying raindrops hitting the windowsill, making a tinkling sound, may sound as clear and pleasant to the ears of a stringed instrument like the pipa to someone who is attentive, but for someone who has been ill for a long time, it will only add to their annoyance.
Even though Xia Yiqing had some artistic talent, she had no chance to appreciate the sound of rain that night as she boarded a flight to the neighboring city.
But her heart seemed to be drizzling, dripping and soaking those once beautiful memories.
From the plane, even if the weather below is not very good, you won’t feel it up there.
Xiao An was already yawning with sleepiness, but seeing that Xia Yiqing had no intention of sleeping, he could only force himself to sleep, "Mr. Xia, aren't you going to sleep yet? It's almost midnight."
Xia Yiqing was inevitably a little tired as her period had just ended, but when she thought about the conversation tonight, she couldn't help but break out in cold sweat on her back, and even her forehead was wet with sweat.
It was so hot, and the temperature inside the plane was just comfortable. The collision of hot and cold made me shiver.
Xia Yiqing wiped the sweat from her forehead with a few pieces of paper. Seeing Xiao An struggling to keep her eyes open, her eyeballs trembling, she was extremely sleepy. So she didn't force her to sleep with her. "I'm not very sleepy yet. You go to sleep first."
When the sunshade was opened, all that could be seen was the dark clouds. There was still some time before landing, but the announcement had already been made to open the sunshade, and Xia Yiqing's mood was briefly cheered up.
In any case, seeing the magnificent and splendid night view will always make you feel better.
I just don’t know how Qi Hanmu is doing now.
When leaving tonight, Qi Hanmu's face was actually so pale that it was almost transparent. The dark circles under his eyes were impossible to ignore, and the purple color on his lips seemed to be thicker.
Xia Yiqing's heart was bouncing up and down with the turbulence on the plane. She felt a little regretful about why she didn't go back to accompany Qi Hanmu.
Even if the two of them will part ways in the future, at least they still have feelings for each other now.
But when she saw the message sent from the strange number, Xia Yiqing clicked on it, opened the picture, took a deep breath, and exhaled.
The physical evidence from that year is all there is, and even the then general manager of Xia Corporation has testified to this. The truth should be not much different from what the person who saw her in the forest said.
But I don’t know why, my heart always feels empty.
It was as if a voice was telling Xia Yiqing that she really shouldn't choose to believe Qi Hanmu more. No matter what, she should give him a chance to argue.
However, the other voice was extremely cruel. You knew the consequences of trusting others when you were a child. You clearly told your mother that it was your cousin who pushed you, but you were still the one who was put in solitary confinement.
At least your mother still loves you because of blood relationship, but what about Qi Hanmu?
He is of noble status and really wants her heart. This method is just a petty trick. It is nothing to bring down the Xia family. He did not stop her from going out now, which is a great favor.
Staring at the ground outside that was tilted due to the sudden descent, Xia Yiqing placed her hand lightly on the window glass and leaned towards the glass, but her breath was stuck in her throat and she couldn't exhale.
A week later.
There was still half a day before the charity gala started, but Luo Miao suddenly realized something was wrong. He could not contact his wife.
"Third Master," even though he knew that he was not doing his job well, Luo Miao had to tell the truth.
"I'm sorry, I've lost contact with Madam. I wonder if there's any way you can contact her."
The top makeup and hair team had already arrived at Yiyuan and were waiting. Qi Hanmu raised his bony hand and tapped Xia Yiqing's phone number with his pale fingertips.
After a busy tone, Xia Yiqing sent a message saying that they don't need to worry too much. Her flight was delayed, but her makeup and hair had already been done, and she would rush to the charity dinner as soon as she got off the plane.
"Third Master, how about we set off now?"
Although Qi Hanmu's face was slightly concealed, the sick look was still about to overflow. Luo Miao originally wanted to half-help him to stand up, but was brushed away, so he had to lower his head and give up.
After finally standing still, Qi Hanmu's heart was beating violently. He took out a pill from his inner pocket, put it under his tongue, and took a long time to calm down.
Some sweat broke out on his forehead for no apparent reason. Not sure if it was due to illness, Qi Hanmu could only frown slightly and said, "Let's go first. Keep an eye on the Madam."
The sky was gradually getting dark. In the midst of the dark sky, I looked up and saw something inexplicably bright in front of my right hand, which made me want to squint unconsciously. But when I looked closely, I saw a piece of white flowing from the edge of the sky, as if God wanted to take another look at the world.
The wind was a bit strong. Qi Hanmu raised his hand to cover his lips with his sleeve and coughed twice.
A cloak was immediately put on him, with some patterns faintly outlined in dark gold. It was made in imitation of ancient style, adding a touch of elegance to the man, but it could not cover up the loneliness in the man.
"Let's go."
After taking a look at the musical fountain that symbolized a happy marriage, Qi Hanmu turned around, walked towards the Rolls-Royce parked at the door with his back to Mu.
The charity gala was still held at Quanshanju. It was hard to imagine that a large flat was built on the mountain far away from the center of Jiangcheng, and the lights were shining. From a distance, you could see pavilions and towers everywhere.
If the guests were not all wearing suits, dresses or other modern clothing, from a distance, one would think they were ancient people who had traveled through time to the modern era. How could they be described as so elegant?
However, Qi Hanmu, who was the center of attention, had no intention of appreciating such a beautiful scenery.
Old Madam Qi was held by his arm, and her well-maintained fair arm patted the back of Qi Hanmu's hand. "Don't worry, didn't she promise to come? It must be that the plane is delayed. It's okay."
"Um."
During the banquet, many people came to toast, smiling and respectfully calling him "Third Master", "Please do me the honor of having a drink."
After dealing with nearly ten people like this, Qi Hanmu's lips turned a little pale. He knew his own body condition, so he sent Qi Hanying to deal with the rest of the people and slowly walked to the lounge.
Luo Miao pushed the door open, and the man stepped in with his slender legs. At the moment the door closed, his sharp eyes fixed on the tip of Luo Miao's nose. "Go check and see if there are any records of the lady coming in and out. If she comes in, bring her to me immediately."
"yes."
Suddenly, there was a commotion at the door. The guests surrounded a man in his fifties or sixties, wearing a Zhongshan suit and black-framed glasses. He was Qi Hanmu's second uncle.
You have to know that the people in the Qi family are fat meat. If you bite them, you will never have to worry about food and drink for the rest of your life.
With the idea of fighting for their family, themselves, and their children, many people rushed forward, their faces eager, their mouths almost cracking with laughter, "Second Master, Second Master!"
The noises of the crowd grew louder and louder, but Qi Hanmu just took a look and didn't react much. The glass in the lounge was one-way, and the situation outside could be easily seen from inside, but people outside couldn't see anything going on inside.
After Luo Miao contacted the gatekeepers, he looked apologetic.
"Third Master, our people have checked, and everyone who entered has not forgotten. It is true that the Madam was not seen."
"knew."
Qi Hanmu lowered his eyes and elegantly took out his cell phone from the inside pocket of his suit. The screen was black. He pursed his lips and unlocked the phone.
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