Chapter 1 Chapter 1 1
I can’t remember how many times I boarded a plane from Beijing, went through a transfer, and then waited until the plane arrived in Zurich. For Feng Ling, this was a cautious flight, as she was afraid of being recognized by passers-by.
Surrounded by two casually dressed bodyguards and a female assistant, Feng Ling walked out of Zurich Airport and got into the car sent by Zhao Qingxun to pick her up. After driving around Zurich for about ten minutes, the bodyguards around her could confirm that no one was following her.
The car windows were tightly covered with black curtains. Feng Ling took off her sunglasses and mask and looked at her cell phone. Due to the time difference, she had gained six more hours.
The car passed through streets with a strong classical charm of European buildings and arrived at the studio near the largest supermarket chain in Zurich. This is the final destination for Feng Ling's accompanying bodyguards and assistants. They will stay here, rest, and wait for Feng Ling.
Feng Ling did not get off the car. The business car she was riding in was driving steadily and quickly. Switzerland is not a big country. The drive was more than 100 kilometers. With the curtains half opened, the scenery along the way gradually revealed the appearance of an ancient European city, with lakes and bridges. The scenery changed outside the car window. Feng Ling was not anxious or tired, but felt more and more calm.
After traveling over 8,000 kilometers, passing mountain views and lakes along the way and crossing several bridges, the car arrived at Bern, the capital of Switzerland. This home is built at the foot of the mountain, overlooking the lake.
A Chinese butler with snow-white cuffs and a thin casual suit greeted him at the door. After Feng Ling got out of the car, he asked in a friendly manner, "Hello, Uncle Song."
"Ms. Fengling, thank you for your hard work. Your flight is on time today." She has been helping take care of Zhao Qingxun since he was born, and then came from Beijing to Switzerland. She has been serving Zhao Qingxun for 28 years, just like a family member.
"Axun, is he still receiving IV drip?" No matter where he was, Feng Ling kept in touch with Butler Song, with only one purpose, to understand Zhao Qingxun's condition.
"It's almost done, just over twenty minutes." Nodding in agreement, Butler Song watched the driver take down the small box of the wind chime. He took it personally, followed her into the house.
Stepping into the lobby on the first floor, she felt the familiar and comfortable temperature. After changing her shoes in the spacious foyer, Feng Ling turned around and went straight to the bathroom on the first floor. She washed her hands carefully. After wiping them clean, she walked out, opened her small suitcase, took out a set of prepared clothes, went back to the bathroom to change into her travel clothes, and then hurried upstairs.
Pushing open the two doors, Feng Ling only saw the outline of the big bed from a distance, and called Zhao Qingxun sweetly, "Axun, I'm back."
"Ahem...baby, come here quickly..." A slow and clear voice came out. Zhao Qingxun moved his neck, but he was still unable to get up. He twisted his neck hard and looked towards the door.
He was indeed receiving an IV drip. This time, he had been suffering from a cold for ten days and it still hadn't healed.
Feng Ling walked quickly to the bedside. The large nursing bed was designed with separate controls for two people. The head of the bed on Zhao Qingxun's side had been raised a little, his waist was rounded and bent, and his knees were slightly raised, ensuring maximum comfort for the person on the bed.
There was an IV catheter on the back of his right hand, placed in a U-shaped fixed pillow for infusion. It could be seen that his clothes and pants had been specially changed, and even his hairstyle was stylish and exquisite.
"Baby..." The corners of Zhao Qingxun's lips only curled up because of Feng Ling.
Zhao Lanyin, the most commercially successful director of art films, is not only one of them, but also the most famous. A daughter of a wealthy family refused to marry into a wealthy family, choosing instead to venture into the film industry like a boy. Having earned assets comparable to those of the wealthy and done shocking things, the unrestrained and unrestrained director, at the age of 40, held a press conference with a white and tender little baby boy, declaring him his son.
Besides being a son, who is Zhao Qingxun's father? Is he a legitimate child? Zhao Lanyin has never responded to any of this. She revealed her son so she could go anywhere without hiding, without being followed by paparazzi.
Until Zhao Qingxun's facial features began to grow, anyone with eyes could see that the child had nothing to do with Zhao Lanyin's soft and plain facial features. Speculations surrounding Zhao Qingxun's life experience have never stopped since the day he was exposed to the world.
Zhao Qingxun had always had thin, single eyelids, a very oriental look. His eyes were clear, almost blank, and slightly gentle. When he looked up at someone without raising his head, he had a cold and sinister look.
As his eyes looked at Feng Ling, his right hand trembled in the pillow and was unable to lift it up, while his left hand slowly stretched out towards her.
"How long have you been sitting like this, waiting for me?"
Holding the thin wrist with clearly visible ulna and radius, Feng Ling bent down to hug Zhao Qingxun, whose back was pressed against the nursing bed. As she moved closer, her hand gently rested on her back, and she hugged her with all her strength, making her feel that she was being hugged as well.
Avoiding his right hand that was receiving an IV drip, Feng Ling pressed herself against Zhao Qingxun's chest, rubbing her face against his, and actively kissing his cheek again and again.
"Just a moment, baby..."
Turning his neck, his slightly cool lips searched for hers. Zhao Qingxun used all his strength to raise his left arm to hug Feng Ling, his fingers touching her smooth hair. When he kissed her soft and plump lips, he closed his eyes in intoxication and satisfaction.
He was injured in the lumbar and cervical vertebrae, and his paralyzed body made it impossible for him to stand up on his own. Moreover, he was still ill. Feng Ling did not dare to lift up Zhao Qingxun's upper body with force. She just tried to bend down to get close to his motionless body, maintaining an uncomfortable posture and kissing him.
The young couple kissed for only a dozen seconds before Feng Ling deliberately let go of his lips and subconsciously raised her hand to tidy up her not-messy hair. In fact, this was to give Zhao Qingxun a chance to catch his breath. He had been bedridden for a long time and his cardiopulmonary function was extremely poor. She was worried that he would have difficulty breathing. Even though she missed him deeply and it was unbearable, Feng Ling still didn't dare to kiss him passionately for a long time.
"I'm sorry, I didn't go to pick you up." His heart was beating violently due to his passionate emotions. He was weak after being ill for many days. Zhao Qingxun opened his lips slightly to breathe and apologized to her eagerly.
"You're sick, don't apologize."
Holding his shoulders with both hands, Feng Ling felt sorry for his frail body and never asked for his energy-consuming companionship over trivial matters.
"Are you hungry? I asked Uncle Song to prepare your favorite food."
With a pronounced lip peak and downturned corners, Zhao Qingxun purses his lips, creating a sense of pain, as if he's about to speak but can't. His nose rises high, with a strong nasal bone line and a rounded tip. From the front, it's soft and youthful, while from the side, it's three-dimensional and heroic. His face simultaneously exudes youthfulness and a fierce aura, yet also one of restraint and forbearance. Zhao Qingxun's face was born to portray the lingering emotions of East Asia, a desireless, uncontested person. Beneath his expressionless face, a thousand waves lurk. In his eyes, you can detect the ambition to conquer everything, even a hidden madness.
Even though the man in front of her had been paralyzed in bed for years and was only for her, a single girl, to admire, Feng Ling still felt that she could not completely possess him and continued to be intoxicated by him. Just by looking at Zhao Qingxun like this, she felt that she had happiness.
"I'm not hungry. When you're hungry, we'll eat together." After checking the amount of medicine in the IV bag, Feng Ling gently picked up his fragile and weak right hand, held the slightly drooping cold hand with both hands, and silently warmed it.
"Come to my left and give me a hug." Seeing her sitting on the edge of the bed, and unable to even reach her hand with his fingers, Zhao Qingxun couldn't help but ask. His right hand could only move with the strength of his shoulder, and it was almost useless. That's why he liked Feng Ling to sit on his left. After all, his left hand could do so much more.
"Okay, guess what the script for our graduation performance is?" Putting down his right hand, Feng Ling obediently walked around to the left side of the bed, took off her shoes, sat on the bed, and spoke close to his body.
With his left hand operating the phone in front of him, Zhao Qingxun raised the headboard of the nursing bed a little higher. He slowly and passively sat up again, took a breath, and slowly asked her, "Could it be that the script we talked about before?"
"Yes, you're right, it really is a thunderstorm." The six years older wasn't in vain. Feng Ling felt that Zhao Qingxun stayed at home all day, but still knew everything and was better than her in every way.
"Are you going to play Sifeng?" In Zhao Qingxun's mind, Fengling was assumed to be the heroine, and there was no other choice.
"I play the stepmother Fanyi." Seeing that he was sitting quite steadily, Feng Ling held his left hand with her right hand, stretched out her left hand to hug his waist, carefully leaned her head on Zhao Qingxun's shoulder, squinted her eyes and took a deep breath. The scent of jasmine and sandalwood on his body made her feel at ease.
Hearing that she would play the role of Fan Yi, a woman with trendy ideas and a twisted personality, Zhao Qingxun raised an eyebrow, looked at her with a strange look, and briefly commented on the director of the graduation performance, "They let the queen of the film play the supporting actress. How brave of them."
"Sifeng has too many scenes, I don't have that much time." She was thinking about flying to Switzerland to date her lover, and she definitely didn't want to spend more time staying in school for the graduation performance.
Zhao Qingxun nodded in agreement, a faint smile spreading across his lips, "Remember to show it to me during the performance."
The young couple finally stopped using their phones to express their affection and could chat together, even if it was just about their daily lives. Feng Ling, wearing loose trousers and a white T-shirt that showed off her waist, hugged Zhao Qingxun's thin and weak waist, watching his long eyelashes flutter. It was so pleasing to the eye that she had forgotten the hardships of the journey.
He was wearing a blue striped shirt with a small stand-up collar, and a beige cardigan. The tracheotomy scar from when Zhao Qingxun was rescued was faintly visible. Feng Ling saw it and always wanted to reach out and touch his Adam's apple. She felt that the wound still hurt.
In order to welcome Feng Ling home, Zhao Qingxun specially wore long trousers and asked the nurse to tie the urine bag that usually hung by the bed to his leg. Although he could not stand, he still tried hard to create a healthy image for her. The mentality of young lovers who care about each other and want to save face is fully reflected in his outfit.
Although her body was so limp that she couldn't even sit still, she insisted on dressing up exquisitely and elegantly. Zhao Qingxun was a strong-willed person who always cared about his image and face.
The author has something to say:
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1. There will inevitably be some heavy-tasting descriptions of care and treatment. Babies who may feel uncomfortable please avoid them.
2. "Let You Sink" will be updated in an orderly manner in August. The author is currently crazy and wants to bring out the new male lead to warm up the atmosphere.
3. All descriptions about medicine, regions, countries, and the preferences of the male and female protagonists are fictional and fabricated by the author. They only serve to advance the plot of this article. Don’t take them seriously, and don’t bring them up to reality.
4. Thank you for the watering baby for me. I received your silent support. I am very grateful [pink heart][pink heart][pink heart]
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