Chapter 78: Go away. This is indeed a very rebellious sentence...
This is indeed a very rebellious statement.
Especially when Qi Hanmu was lying on the bed, having difficulty breathing, and the ECG monitor next to him was sounding an alarm, he said it calmly.
It seemed as if this body was nothing more than a dispensable thing to him. It was fine as long as he was alive, but even if he accidentally passed away, that would be fine.
Madam Qi was so angry that she pounded her cane hard on the spot, and her voice almost changed. "You are the helmsman of the Qi family. How can you treat your body like this?"
"Anyway, there are countless alternatives for those in power. Even if I fall, you can still hold on for a few more years. It's just, ahem, a little harder."
When talking about the power transition, Qi Hanmu still had a smile on his face.
But her face became even paler due to her emotional changes, making her smile look less like a smile, which was even more heartbreaking than crying.
Madam Qi narrowed her eyes. "I raised you from childhood. How could I possibly not know whether you were speaking the truth or just angry words? The Qi family is like a giant ship now, and you are the true helmsman. Don't try to use this as an excuse to evade responsibility."
Qi Hanmu did not lower his eyelids, but opened them all. The curtains outside were all opened, making his eyes look like glass and translucent.
He didn't speak for a long time, but his eyes became darker, as if he was thinking about something. Inadvertently, a cough escaped from his lips.
“Ahem…”
The man unconsciously bent forward, his silk pajamas hanging loose on him. It used to be a very suitable style a year ago, but one side of his pajamas was about to fall down, revealing his cold white skin and a large area of collarbone.
Qi Hanmu's shoulders are slightly broader than those of ordinary people, but due to long-term illness, he has become much thinner and looks a bit emaciated. His back bones are prominent and his shoulder blades are clearly defined.
The autumn wind was rising outside, and the window that was not closed tightly was swaying in the wind. Because it was caught off guard, it hit the wall with a bang. Butler Qi hurried over and closed it.
Qi Hanmu placed his right hand on his heart, just like Xi Shi holding her heart.
His lips were always pale, just a little dark, and the dark blue under his eyes could not be concealed. Although his face looked sick, he did not look sad. He just unconsciously put his hand under the pillow and stroked the silk scarf.
That was the only thing Xia Yiqing left next to him inadvertently.
If she knew about this, she would definitely take it away.
Seeing that Qi Hanmu was unable to communicate and looked exhausted, Old Madam Qi rolled her eyes and came up with a plan. "Then you should rest here for a while and put the company's affairs aside for now. Don't deal with them. I'll find a place to stay here."
"Don't..." Qi Hanmu subconsciously wanted to object. Xia Yiqing had always disliked the presence of his family in Yiyuan, but thinking of his grandmother's kindness to him, he reluctantly changed his words.
"You should live farther away so that it will be more convenient for you to go up and down the mountain."
"Are you worried that my living here will prevent you from meeting my grandson's wife?"
Both of them are old foxes with thousands of years of experience. Neither of them would give in to the other. There was a hint of temptation in each other's eyes, but soon, both of their faces returned to calm, as if they had experienced a silent battle of gunpowder.
"Okay," Mrs. Qi said with a smile on her face, "Grandma is old, so she won't get involved in your affairs." Grandma really wanted to go and pay a visit in person, because that person was such a big shot.
After seeing off Old Madam Qi, Qi Hanmu's right eyelid kept twitching. He tried to cover it with his hand, but it was impossible to stop it.
His heartbeat was also rather disordered. Even though Qi Hanmu had taken several deep breaths, the uneasy, irritable and nauseous feeling did not subside at all.
"Watch over the old lady," Qi Hanmu pinched her solar plexus vigorously. This order was given to Qi the housekeeper, and then he looked at Luo Miao.
"Bring over all the documents you need to see."
Luo Miao still looked like a human being at the moment, but in fact, because of the punishment, every step he took, his wounds felt like they were being torn apart, making him want to grit his teeth.
Even so, facing Qi Hanmu's order, he could only nod in agreement.
The reason is simple: he is simply afraid of being fined.
Under the same blue sky, Xia Yiqing was in the office, pondering over documents about the Chen Group.
Xia Feng's secretary is quite helpful. She would ask from time to time whether you want latte or espresso. If you don't want to drink it, she can brew coffee and grind it fresh.
"I don't have so much to do here," Xia Yiqing pinched her brows and couldn't help but miss the quiet afternoon they had spent together after Qi Hanmu came here.
"You can keep those skills you have for now. I will tell you when I need them."
The secretary was obviously very good at countering the opponent's moves. "It's okay," she said with a humble attitude, making it impossible to blame her. "My service did not satisfy you, but I will continue to work hard."
After being massaged on the shoulders and back for most of the morning, Xia Yiqing was able to complete the personnel allocation for negotiating this deal, and she felt more relaxed than ever before.
While asking the secretary to call people to a meeting, Xia Yiqing lay on her back in the office chair.
She looked at the skyscrapers not far away and suddenly wondered if Qi Hanmu would have someone who would give him a massage like this every day.
The phone was held up in front of her, and the chat software was opened. The "Third Master" who was pinned to the top did not send her any message.
After clicking on it, the cursor kept shaking inside. Xia Yiqing suddenly felt that her behavior was very stupid. To the other party, would it be shown as "the other party is typing"?
Would he expect her to talk to him?
But what can they say to each other?
After a long period of anxiety, Xia Yiqing heard the sound of her secretary's high heels as she returned. Her fingertips flew as she typed, "I'm a little tired. It's my fault for leaving without saying goodbye last night. Can you tell me about your situation?"
Looking at this sentence, Xia Yiqing curled her lips. It was really too corny.
But when the secretary knocked on the door, she got so flustered that she accidentally clicked send.
Just as he was about to withdraw, the secretary's voice rang out, "Mr. Xia, they're already waiting for you in the conference room. Do you think we should go now?"
The other party didn't reply immediately, which made Xia Yiqing feel relieved. Maybe he didn't care.
At this time, that bit of vanity came out again. She was his girlfriend, so why couldn't he say something cheesy?
When I think about it this way, this statement actually makes sense.
So, when Xia Yiqing put down her phone and went to the meeting in a leisurely manner, on the other side, the man who was receiving oxygen was once again unable to straighten his back due to coughing, and his shoulders were shaking like autumn leaves spinning on the ground.
Without Xia Yiqing around, Qi Hanmu no longer had to split the itch in his throat into two or three parts. He had to suppress it again and again before it could overflow from his throat.
He just inhaled and exhaled naturally each time and coughed it out.
It’s just that there’s a phlegm-like substance in my throat that I can’t cough out no matter what I do, even when I cough until my chest feels stuffy and my throat is dry and itchy.
The lights in the room were on. The man wore a pair of silver-rimmed glasses on his straight nose. They were plain glasses without prescription. He took off his glasses and pinched his nose with his hand, causing his thin chest to rise and fall slightly.
Luo Miao stood by with his hands hanging down, not daring to say much, but he couldn't help but sigh that if the lady were here, she would persuade the Third Master to rest for a while longer.
After all, what kind of husband would wear a nasal oxygen tube and yet work so fast as if he were risking his life?
Luo Miaot could only secretly guess, is there something wrong with the relationship between the Third Master and his wife?
"Ding——" Xia Yiqing's message popped up with a special ringtone reminder.
“Hmm…”
When he coughed, his whole body was exerting force, causing his already restless heart to slowly begin to ache. Qi Hanmu wanted to take a deep breath, but he could only inhale briefly and had to exhale.
His hands were still steady, his bony fingers gripping the pen tightly as he wrote his name steadily where the signature was needed on the document. His writing was similar to regular script, smooth and with a sharp stroke.
After writing these words, Qi Hanmu's wrist shook, and the pen fell from his fingertips and fell to the table with a bang.
The sound was not loud, but Qi Hanmu's face almost turned pale.
He bit his lips tightly, adding a little blood color to his purple lips. He pinched his heart with his right hand, then slowly closed it, crumpling the piece of clothes fiercely and letting out a heavy breath.
This heart would act up from time to time, to the point where an accident could happen at any time even while breathing oxygen.
The phone that Xia Yiqing had sent the message on was right next to him. It was clearly neither close nor far away from him, but when he wanted to reach out and touch it, it seemed so far away.
Just like the relationship between the two people, close yet distant. Even if they managed to get a name, it is ultimately like a flower in the mirror or a moon in the water, illusory. It seems like they can vaguely touch something, but they can't find the way to it.
The sunlight outside the window seemed particularly dazzling at this time. Qi Hanmu's fingertips trembled unconsciously, and slowly fell to the place beside the bed that controlled the curtain switch and pressed it.
The two blackout curtains closed from both sides to the middle, slowly taking away the little light in the room.
The whole room was dead silent. Apart from the occasional rustling of Qi Hanmu's handwriting, or the small sound of the quilt rubbing against his body when he couldn't hold on any longer and changed positions, there was no other sound.
It was so quiet that even Luo Miao didn't say a word.
"Um, cough, cough..." Qi Hanmu covered his mouth and nose with his hands, as if he was trying to suffocate his breath. His pupils suddenly shrank and his body trembled continuously.
Ever since that special sound, the cell phone beside him seemed to have entered silent mode again and no longer made any sound.
Perhaps Xia Yiqing just sent him a message out of kindness and concern, and it didn't matter whether he replied or not.
This half truth made Qi Hanmu's heart seem to be pulled by something. Sometimes he felt uncomfortable, but at the same time he couldn't help but have a glimmer of expectation.
Maybe, Xia Yiqing, might really care about him.
"Third Master," a woman in a white coat stood at the door, keeping a distance from Qi Hanmu.
"Hello, I am the doctor sent by the old lady to see you."
With his brows furrowed, the data displayed on Qi Hanmu's ECG monitor was still normal, but the man's eyes when he looked at the woman were like a layer of ice, turning into sharp ice knives and shooting over.
The air pressure around him also suddenly rose, suppressing him tightly, as if trying to drive people away.
The woman's face was calm. "I'm just a doctor. I wouldn't do anything that crosses the line."
"Go away." This was the first time Qi Hanmu spoke such a long sentence to an unimportant person after he was rescued.
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