Chapter 49
He was waiting, waiting for Cheng Jiaming to persuade him to stay.
Under the biting wind and snow, He Qingzhao walked further and further away.
Looking at his lonely and indifferent back, Cheng Jiamo felt a dull and dampness in her heart, as if the heavy rain from three years ago had poured into her heart.
She desperately wanted to catch up with him, to hug He Qingzhao tightly and not let him leave, and to tell him that she wouldn't break up with him.
But in the end, she held back, neither moving nor speaking, simply watching him walk away into the snowstorm.
The photo was just a trigger; they were going to break up sooner or later anyway. It's better to end things now than to suffer for a long time.
The deeper the entanglement, the more painful the separation.
Cheng Jiamo turned around, walked back into the airport, and headed towards the security checkpoint.
He Qingzhao stopped and didn't go any further. He was waiting, waiting for Cheng Jiamo to stop him. As long as she called out, he would turn around immediately.
However, he waited for a long time, until his black coat turned white, but he still didn't hear that tender "He Qingzhao". It seemed that he would never hear it.
He Qingzhao laughed self-deprecatingly, his eyes turning bloodshot.
She said he was her light, but in reality, she never thought about entering his heart, never thought about truly loving him. She always stayed outside his boundaries, afraid of stepping into his domain, and now she's just abandoning him without hesitation.
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Cheng Jiamo fell ill. She developed a high fever the night she returned to Lucheng. Before the fever started, she vomited several times.
Lucheng is located south of the Yangtze River, and there is no heating in winter.
Cheng Jiamo lived in her grandparents' old house, which was in a shady spot. The room was damp and cold, and she lay curled up on the bed, shivering all over.
In her dazed state, she heard the door being pushed open. She struggled to open her eyes and vaguely saw that it was Li Zhuyue.
"Zhu Yue." She reached out her hand, her voice hoarse and weak.
Li Zhuyue quickly went to the bedside. Seeing her like this, she couldn't bear it. She reached out and smoothed her messy, soft hair, asking with concern, "Why didn't you look for me when you came back?"
Cheng Jiamo closed her eyes, tears sliding down her cheeks.
Li Zhuyue reached out to touch her forehead, her hand trembling at the sight of her burning temperature. She felt both heartache and anger: "Cheng Jiaming, do you want to burn yourself into an idiot?"
Cheng Jiamo forced herself to sit up and coughed, "Yueyue, get me some water."
Li Zhuyue walked around the cold and dilapidated room, but couldn't find a kettle at all, only two bottles of ice-cold mineral water.
She paced anxiously, shouting, "Where's the kettle? Don't tell me you don't even have a kettle!"
Cheng Jiamo coughed and said, "I just got back today and haven't had time to buy it yet."
Li Zhuyue could only hand her a bottle of mineral water: "Drink less, just take a couple of sips to moisten your throat. Get up and get dressed quickly, I'll take you to the hospital."
Cheng Jiamo waved her hand: "Let's talk about it tomorrow. I threw up a few times when I came back, and now I feel weak all over and can't exert any strength. I just want to lie down."
Li Zhuyue: "If it's this serious, then you definitely need to go to the hospital."
Cheng Jiamo took two sips of the cold mineral water and lay back down.
Li Zhuyue picked up her clothes, sat down on the edge of the bed and helped her sit up: "Momo, don't be stubborn, we have to go to the hospital."
Cheng Jiamo leaned against her and said weakly, "Yueyue, just let me lie here. I'll be fine after one night's sleep."
Li Zhuyue stopped talking nonsense, helped her get dressed, and tried to carry her out.
However, Cheng Jiamo weighed over 90 pounds, while Li Zhuyue, in order to look good on camera, had lost weight and weighed only 80 pounds. She couldn't possibly carry Cheng Jiamo.
Cheng Jiamo pressed down on her back, and she collapsed completely, unable to straighten her back.
"Yueyue." Cheng Jiamo gently patted her back. "Don't worry about it. Go back and rest. I'll be fine after a nap."
Li Zhuyue put Cheng Jiamo back on the bed, took her phone and went to the side to call her high school classmate Gu Zixiao.
After hanging up the phone, she turned around, took a picture of Cheng Jiamo, and posted it on her WeChat Moments.
May you be safe and sound, and free from all illnesses.
After posting on her WeChat Moments, Li Zhuyue sat back down on the bed, waiting for Gu Zixiao to come over.
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Chengnan Hongyu Club.
As the year draws to a close, a group of young men have completely turned the club into their home, living there day and night.
He Qingzhao rarely comes here, not because he can't afford it, but because he looks down on it. However, today, he came to Hongyu Club with He Lin and his group.
The body arrives, but the soul doesn't; it's always in a state of detachment.
He sat in the corner, smoking listlessly. In the hazy smoke, his unique aloof and noble temperament became even more pronounced, further highlighting his difference from others.
He Lin, who was sitting diagonally opposite him, suddenly looked up at him and said, "Brother."
He Qingzhao lazily lifted his eyelids, his eyes as cold and sharp as frost.
He Lin walked over to him and handed him his phone: "Cheng Jiamo is sick."
The cigarette that He Qingzhao was holding fell onto the table. Realizing his lapse in decorum, he hurriedly lowered his eyes, picked up the half-smoked cigarette from the table, and forcefully stubbed it out in the ashtray.
Seeing his cold expression, He Lin tentatively asked, "You broke up?"
He Qingzhao looked at him sharply: "Shut up."
He Lin chuckled: "Alright, I won't ask about your matter anymore."
Holding his phone, he ignored He Qingzhao's cold expression and brazenly sat down next to her. Then he gestured to Lu Junyan, "President Lu, turn the lights up a bit." He then said to the others, "Brothers, quiet down, I'm going to make a video call to a friend."
Just as Li Zhuyue helped Cheng Jiamo onto Gu Zixiao's back, her phone rang.
She glanced at it and saw it was a video call from He Lin. Startled, she widened her eyes but didn't answer immediately. Suppressing her excitement, she picked up her bag and told Gu Zixiao, "Be careful, don't fall."
Gu Zixiao: "Don't worry."
Li Zhuyue then answered the video call and nervously said, "Hello, Director He."
Looking at the dimly lit room in the video, He Lin asked jokingly, "What, your house still doesn't have electricity?"
Li Zhuyue smiled awkwardly: "This is my best friend's house. The light bulbs in her house are a bit low wattage, and they're not used often, so they're not very bright."
He Lin chuckled and teased, "Your best friend is quite frugal."
Li Zhuyue was puzzled, not understanding why a big director like He Lin would video call her at night and ask such strange questions.
"Director He, my best friend is sick, very sick. I need to get her to the hospital urgently. Do you have something important to tell me? If not..."
He Lin: "Let me see what your thrifty best friend looks like?"
Li Zhuyue felt even stranger, but considering He Lin's identity—not only a famous director but also someone with a strong background in Beijing's entertainment circle, and even top celebrities in the industry had to respect him—she dared not offend him and could only turn her phone away.
Cheng Jiamo lay on Gu Zixiao's back, completely dazed. She only knew that Li Zhuyue was talking to someone, but she couldn't hear what she was saying at all, nor did she have the energy to listen.
Gu Zixiao carried Cheng Jiamo to the door and saw Li Zhuyue still chatting and video chatting with someone. He said in a slightly stern tone, "Zhuyue, if you keep doing that, Momo will really get a serious burn."
As Li Zhuyue pointed her phone at Cheng Jiamo, He Lin hurriedly shoved the phone screen right in front of He Qingzhao's face.
In the video, Cheng Jiamo is lying on a boy's back with her eyes closed. Because of a high fever, her originally pink lips are now a seductive red, and her face is also unusually red. She looks as fragile as a doll.
He Qingzhao clenched his jaw, his jawline becoming even more taut, his sharp phoenix eyes as dark as an abyss.
He Lin put his phone away and said solemnly, "Okay, you should go to the hospital quickly, don't delay your treatment."
After hanging up the video call, He Lin didn't say anything, stood up and sat back down in his original seat.
He Qingzhao picked up the cigarette pack on the table, shook out a cigarette, and put it in his mouth. However, the flickering flame of the lighter betrayed his uneasy mood when he lit the cigarette.
He Lin lit a cigarette for him, holding it between two fingers, and said with a roguish grin, "Brother, if you really don't like her, can I pursue her?"
He Qingzhao lifted his eyelids, his gaze sweeping across his face like a sharp blade, then stood up and coldly walked away from him, striding out with an imposing aura.
After leaving the private room, He Qingzhao called Butler Lü: "Arrange a flight to Lucheng tonight."
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