Chapter 88 Shadow tried his best to hold on...
He tried his best to keep his eyelids open until the corner of the girl's clothes disappeared into the master bedroom. His nose could no longer smell the scent of osmanthus and citrus. The tension in his heart loosened, and Qi Hanmu allowed himself to close his eyelids.
While riding down the mountain, Xia Yiqing was checking work information while asking Luo Miao.
"How is the relationship between the old lady and the Third Master? Will the old lady live near Yi Garden these days?"
Luo Miao naturally didn't dare to tell the whole story. After thinking for a moment, he revealed part of the truth. "The Third Master was adopted by the Old Madam when he was a child. After all, they are grandparents and grandchildren, so there must be some affection. However, the Old Madam usually doesn't come to Yiyuan. The Third Master has instructed us to do so."
The words "Madam, the Third Master didn't let the old lady come because he knew you didn't want him to meet his family" were stuck in his throat.
Feeling that this sentence was a bit of boasting for their Third Master, Luo Miao pursed his lips and decided to be careful with his words and actions.
Fortunately, Xia Yiqing handed him a pillow as he dozed off. "Since Third Master and Old Madam have a good relationship, why don't you invite Old Madam to stay at Yi Garden?"
"That's right," Luo Miao tried to hide his inner joy, but he found that he couldn't hide his true happiness.
"Didn't Madam say last time that she didn't want to meet Third Master's parents? Perhaps Third Master thinks you don't want to see his family in Yi Garden."
Feeling a slight pain in her heart, Xia Yiqing's fingers curled up as she replied to the work message, and then she slowly typed a letter on the keyboard.
"I'm not such an unreasonable person. The Third Master has been ill for a long time, and he might be better off with his family by his side. If the family members who really care about him stay in the hospital, I won't say anything."
Luo Miao felt that the corners of his mouth were about to be suppressed, and he had made a great contribution. "Madam, if you say this to the Third Master in person, I'm sure the Third Master will be very happy."
Xia Yiqing felt inexplicably suffocated after feeling her throat was blocked for a long time. She swallowed her saliva, looked at the clear sky outside the car window, and then responded slowly.
"Really?"
I don’t know what law I broke, but it started to rain heavily even next to the extremely strong sun reflected by the car sunshade.
The raindrops hit the car window and soon gathered into light-colored streams. Countless small rivers gathered together to form a vast ocean.
At the moment when the heavy rain came down, Xia Yiqing could hardly deny that her heart ached or felt a pinch.
Before her eyes, she imagined the man leaning on the bed that had been converted to be suitable for heart patients. His slightly soft features were blurred by the tracheal intubation, leaving only a vague shadow.
What impressed people most were his bony and overly slender fingers hanging beside the bed sheet.
Skin that is too cold and white will give people a feeling of fragility. Perhaps due to a long-term illness, the skin on the back of Qi Hanmu's hand is pale to the point of being almost transparent, and because of years of infusion, the back of his hand is blue and purple.
At the same time, Xia Yiqing keenly noticed that whenever she looked at Qi Hanmu's hand for more than ten seconds, those pale fingers, which looked like those in anime, would retract into the quilt without a trace.
"Madam," Luo Miao's voice sounded in front of him. He didn't raise the partition, but because of the sound of rain outside the window, his voice was a little vague.
"There's a traffic jam ahead. Do you think you have enough time? If not, I'll have someone take you down."
Looking down at her knee-length skirt, Xia Yiqing glanced at the time again. There were still fifteen minutes before she had to punch in.
Through the rain, she looked from afar at the tall flower bed that Qi Hanmu's car had crashed into not long ago. Thinking of the shock of that day, she still felt a little touched.
No matter what, safety comes first.
Anyway, being late would only result in a fine. Xia Yiqing took a deep breath and exhaled. She seemed to vaguely see the man's eyes smiling at her again. The man was gone, really gone.
Thinking that there were people waiting in Yiyuan, Xia Yiqing suddenly couldn't bear to get off the car and take the risk.
"No need for now. You don't need to drive too fast. Just be safe."
Luo Miao agreed, and after giving the driver some instructions, he turned on his phone and sent a message to their Third Master, "Third Master, there's a traffic jam at the flower bed. Madam doesn't seem to be in a hurry, so she asked us to drive slower."
The other side.
The man who was tormented by morning palpitations had purple lips. With the help of the nurse, the bed was raised to a higher angle, which made him feel better.
Butler Qi placed his cell phone in front of him, and Qi Hanmu could see the content on it just by raising his eyes slightly.
Qi Hanmu's brows were slightly furrowed, and his breathing was affected by the ventilator, making it a little heavy. After he fell into a short coma, his strength recovered a little, and his fingertips unconsciously began to tap the bed sheet.
Fortunately, his memory was not damaged, and Qi Hanmu quickly recalled the memory of the flower bed.
He and Xia Yiqing were there when they were hit by another out-of-control car.
What did Xia Yiqing do at that time? She left him alone with the police who came to investigate. She said she was going to be late and ran to work alone.
So why is this time different from the last time?
Could it be that being late last time was just an excuse? Qi Hanmu cooperated with the nurse to clean his body, his eyes as deep as Mo Yuan. It was just that Xia Yiqing didn't want to get along with him last time, so she left him.
There was a faint pain in his heart, and Qi Hanmu let himself stare at the ceiling, his lips stretched into a straight line, without saying a word.
Perhaps it was the little bit of pity Xia Yiqing showed him last night that gave rise to another voice in Qi Hanmu's heart.
She may not be extremely resentful towards you. People need to communicate with each other. Perhaps you can ask her.
He clenched his fingers that were hanging by the side of the bed, and this time he had some strength, and curled up.
Qi Hanmu took a deep breath, picked up his phone, opened the chat interface with Xia Yiqing, but found that the upper left corner showed "the other party is typing."
Just at this moment, the sky was clear, but suddenly there was a crack of thunder.
Whenever it was cloudy and rainy, Qi Hanmu's condition would easily relapse, as if the torture was not enough, and he even developed bone pain, which was not really a disease.
As if to confirm what he was thinking, the muscles in his waist stiffened, and even his bones felt numb. Qi Hanmu pursed his lips, lowered his eyelids, and only the fingertips holding the phone were trembling.
The nurse was a professional and quickly discovered the situation. He turned Qi Hanmu over, fixed his position with a pillow, and began to rub his sore muscles.
Qi Hanmu didn't utter a single syllable throughout the entire process.
He let the light in his eyes slowly dissipate, from a focused state to a diffused state.
He seemed to have gotten used to being like a piece of meat, being squashed and flattened by others.
When the nurse turned him over and laid him on his back again, Qi Hanmu's fingertips, contrary to his usual behavior, clenched the phone.
Even though he is like this, he still wants to work hard to pursue a happiness that he is not sure whether it belongs to him or not.
Xia Yiqing, who had just breathed a sigh of relief after getting stuck at a critical moment, noticed her phone beep and a message popped up.
"Have you arrived at the company?"
This news was a timely relief. Xia Yiqing walked to the office in her high heels and found that the door was open. She looked again and saw Xiao An standing in front of her.
The two exchanged a few simple pleasantries, and Xiao An gave Xia Yiqing a guilty smile. "Boss Xia, I haven't been here these few days, and you still paid me. You are really kind. I will immediately familiarize myself with the documents you need to connect with others."
Unfortunately, those documents had already been prepared by Xia Feng, the secretary who had left Xia Yiqing.
Xia Yiqing didn't blame him too much. She just curled her lips and replied to Qi Hanmu, "You arrived safely. You should also take care of yourself today." She gave Xiao An a reassuring look.
"I don't need your help with the documents for now. Can you make me a cup of hot tea?"
Xiao An was moved to tears, nodded and left. Xia Yiqing looked at the documents on the table, hesitated for a moment, and took the initiative to send a message to Qi Hanmu.
"I have to start work here, so I may not be able to reply to your message in time. Don't worry too much, I will reply as soon as I see you."
The moment she pressed the send button, Xia Yiqing suddenly had the urge to bury her head in the ground.
This was too corny, like something a couple in love would say, but her relationship with Qi Hanmu shouldn't have reached this point yet.
My fingers kept shaking, and I couldn't press the button for long after several attempts, and I almost couldn't withdraw it.
The circle turned several times, indicating that the withdrawal was successful, and Xia Yiqing breathed a sigh of relief.
Unexpectedly, a message popped up almost at the same time, "Well, I'm waiting for you in Yiyuan."
With a snap, Xia Yiqing felt like she was broken. Xiao An opened the door and a gust of wind came out. Xia Yiqing screamed and was blown away by the wind.
It's really embarrassing.
For the entire morning, Xia Yiqing handled documents and held group meetings with a dull expression on her face. The atmosphere was so low that the people around her dared not even breathe.
Finally, during lunch, Fang Yue sat next to Xia Yiqing and mustered up the courage to ask, "Mr. Xia, you seem to be worried about something."
When she turned her head suddenly, Xia Yiqing realized that her cervical spine was in severe pain. Because it was not convenient to press it in front of others, she could only twist it without leaving any trace.
"Nothing," Xia Yiqing took a deep breath and realized that this was the only excuse she could come up with. "Family matters."
Fang Yue was obviously the social butterfly type. I heard that she was a student union cadre when she was in school. She was holding her lunch tray and chatting happily with Xia Yiqing next to her.
Including but not limited to various things that happened to Xia Yiqing during her college years, and whether there is any future in staying in Xia's company.
When talking about these things, Xia Yiqing was very calm.
Like every successful woman, she doesn't talk much, just nodding her head from time to time, and when she speaks, she hits the nail on the head.
Xia Yiqing had a smile on her lips, and her eyes stayed on Fang Yue's eyes, telling Fang Yue that she was still listening.
"Boss Xia," Fang Yue didn't know if she was really excited or just chatting away. She looked around and found no one was looking at her. She carefully moved closer to Xia Yiqing.
"Can I ask about the matter between you and the Third Master?"
Although the voice was not loud, Xia Yiqing felt as if something had exploded in her ears.
The man who had deliberately not replied to her message one morning seemed to appear in front of her again and start attacking her.
Xia Yiqing had a wooden face and suddenly felt that she, like Qi Hanmu, didn't even have the strength to hold a spoon. Neither nodding nor shaking her head would feel right.
Just at this moment, Qi Hanmu called.
It was quite dramatic. Xia Yiqing was racking her brains to find a way to divert Fang Yue's attention when suddenly, her cell phone rang as if they had agreed.
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