Chapter 12 Chapter 12 Memories
During the National Day holiday, Zhao Lan's award-winning and acclaimed film was finally released. From its preparation to its release, the box office was the least of the worries for this film.
The preparations for Zhao Lanyin's new film, which he is producing, are almost complete, and his team is happily welcoming the release of this art film, which is predicted to be very profitable.
Fortunately, Feng Ling herself doesn't go out often. She sits at home and reads all kinds of news and comments about the movie. She is completely overwhelmed and can't keep up even if she keeps watching.
"Brother, many people praise me for my beauty." Feng Ling showed off proudly to Zhao Qingxun, and came close to him, talking with a smile.
"They have good taste." The comments of overwhelming beauty, top-notch beauty, and lavish compliments came like a tide. Zhao Qingxun was not surprised at all. Feng Ling was the type of person who could be known to be beautiful just by looking at the back of her head. Her beauty was very conspicuous and superior, and it was effortless.
Born with superior bone proportions and meticulously sculpted facial features, diligent exercise and maintenance are also essential. With Zhao Qingxun, Feng Ling receives the most professional service, even for her nails and hair.
At the same time, the high-definition photos of her face, in which you can even see her hair, were also featured on the cover of an authoritative fashion magazine. Zhao Lan's plans for Feng Ling have not limited her to the film industry.
The sudden popularity was justified, and the general public, actively or passively, got to know the newcomer in the entertainment industry - Feng Ling.
Of course, there are also a lot of negative news. Some people say that Feng Ling has an unusual background and the capital tycoon behind her made the right bet this time. Some people say that she has only good looks but no acting skills. Some people say that she won the award because she played herself and she will not be so lucky next time and it is just a flash in the pan.
"Keeping a sponsor, doesn't that mean something bad?" Feng Ling felt sour when she saw the negative comments while sitting at the small desk.
Zhao Qingxun raised his head, drove his wheelchair to her side, and said slowly, "Don't look at them, ignore those people."
Feng Ling obediently put down her iPad and turned to look at him. She even reached out to pull the small blanket covering his legs, her little mouth pouting high.
"When they fart."
Zhao Qingxun was too biased to be able to say such words to such a weak and gentle little brother. Feng Ling was amused by him and no longer worried about other people's good or bad comments.
There were teachers mostly there during the day, and Zhao Qingxun went to bed early at night due to physical discomfort, and only came to her study once or twice. But he could see the changes in Feng Ling. The little girl studied really hard. Butler Song always paid attention to her studies and reported to him, saying that Feng Ling learned very well, and the teachers' evaluations and feedback were all excellent.
A girl with a simple yet strong heart, Feng Ling, who is less than 19 years old, is not addicted to mobile phones, games, or clothes and jewelry. She focuses on learning and performing, and loves reading, showing the self-discipline of a fully mature artist.
"Baby, studying is so tiring. Do you want to take a break and go out to play for a while?" She never made such a request, but Zhao Qingxun couldn't help but ask.
"No, there are less than three months left before the art exam, and more than two hundred days before the college entrance examination. I have a weak foundation, so I must work twice as hard." Feng Ling listened to the teachers very much and studied harder than anyone else.
"Don't worry, your efforts will be rewarded. You should also take care of your health and don't stay up late reading." Sitting in a wheelchair, Zhao Qingxun looked up at Feng Ling. She had lost some weight recently. He never cared about his own health, but was particularly concerned about Feng Ling.
"Thank you, brother."
He didn't tell Feng Ling about his plans. Regardless of whether she could get into the film academy, Zhao Qingxun would arrange for her to attend the best school. At worst, if she left Beijing, he would take her to Europe to study. He would be her escape route and support. He was confident that he could do it well. Zhao Qingxun, who would be confined to a wheelchair for the rest of his life, would sometimes feel fortunate that he had made a lot of money when he was a celebrity. Otherwise, with a body that needed care everywhere, and without making money, the cost would be huge. Without his mother's support, how could he, Zhao Qingxun, be Feng Ling's brother?
Feng Ling had been with Zhao Qingxun for only a few months. Since returning to Beijing, Zhao Qingxun had been quietly planning and putting a lot of things into action. Zhao Lanyin was happy to hand Feng Ling over to Zhao Qingxun. Besides instructing him not to overwork himself, Zhao Lanyin trusted his son with everything else. While rebuilding his own company, Zhao Qingxun had already helped Feng Ling establish her own fan club. He was ahead of the curve, hoping to help her achieve a more successful and splendid career.
Facts have proved that Zhao Qingxun's plan was necessary. Feng Ling had won awards before she became famous, and the release of the movie helped to increase her fame, and her fan base has even spread all over the world.
It's rare that Feng Ling is not proud or impetuous. She sits at home and studies every day. Zhao Qingxun didn't expect that she is such a calm little girl. She is so pure and doesn't want to go out to play. She stays at home to take care of his disabled brother every day.
In reality, the temptation wasn't in front of Feng Ling, but in Zhao Lanyin's hands. Director Zhao told her not to act arbitrarily unless it was planned, but to give the best performance possible. Otherwise, she should bide her time and stay in her own private space.
During so many screenings, even when she was in Beijing, Zhao Lanyin only took the wind chime out once, to attend the screening ceremony, and then hid the wind chime. The hem of her skirt was never touched by anyone else, which whetted the appetite of the whole world.
Feng Ling didn't know that Zhao Qingxun had recruited a very capable assistant online to help him build a new business empire.
After being silent for too long, Zhao Qingxun started to worry about making money again. In the first few days, after a few hours, he could not even sit in the wheelchair and was too tired to talk. After all, his mental and physical strength were no longer as good as before.
Zhao Lanyin's assistant knew about Zhao Qingxun's condition, but they had not seen him since Zhao Qingxun was injured. The other party just helped with a lot of work, and the only people who had the opportunity to meet him were medical staff and Butler Song.
Zhao Qingxun's own agent still doesn't know what happened to him, and Fengling's assistants and staff have no idea about Zhao Qingxun. The once top star Zhao Qingxun disappeared out of thin air.
In order to maintain confidentiality, Zhao Qingxun had been receiving medical treatment in Europe. All items purchased were in the name of Butler Song, and the address was Director Zhao's old residence in Beijing. The confidentiality work was done perfectly.
In order to restart the dormant company and set up a new company, Zhao Qingxun first found an excellent personal assistant.
Calling him an assistant was a bit unfair to Jian Ying. He was a mature executive-level elite. The conditions offered by Zhao Qingxun were too tempting. Jian Ying just wanted to try to run a business on his own. The two hit it off immediately and had signed all the contracts before they even met.
Zhao Qingxun owned several companies with registered capital of tens of millions, all of which were handed over to Jian Ying for management. On the day they met, Jian Ying was escorted home by bodyguards, and she was constantly surprised. Upon seeing Zhao Qingxun in a wheelchair, the mature, steady, and elite Jian Ying's eyes widened, her mouth agape.
"Do you have the feeling that you will die in the spotlight when meeting someone you're online friends with?" Zhao Qingxun, with a pale complexion and jade-like face, looked even more delicate and beautiful than on the screen, with a more outstanding temperament. Apart from a bit of mature charm, there was no change at all. He asked in a light tone, with self-mockery and sudden enlightenment in his watery eyes.
Standing in front of the sofa opposite the wheelchair, Jian Ying looked at Zhao Qingxun with scorching eyes, without any shyness, "Qingxun, my boss, you are so young, how did you develop such a steady work style? It's amazing, I thought you were at least forty years old. It was not until we signed the contract last night that I dared to believe that you were only in your twenties. It's really shocking." It's not just about your youth. Jian Ying was so excited to work for the former top star who had disappeared for a long time that he couldn't sleep well for half the night. He really didn't expect Zhao Qingxun's body to be in such a condition.
"I've been lying in bed for several years, which is equivalent to half a normal person's life." An elite among elites, Zhao Qingxun looked at you with admiration. He was very impressed by his new assistant's emotional intelligence and IQ. A smile crossed his eyes, and he slowly raised his left hand to touch Jian Ying's. He frankly explained his inconvenience, "I can only move my left hand."
Jian Ying held the slender hand in both hands, squeezed it gently, and slowly released it. After seeing Zhao Qingxun withdraw his hand, he sat down on the sofa.
Zhao Qingxun doesn't care about acting skills or works. What he wants is control. He wants to hold the contract, rights, initiative, and even the right to speak in the media. In this era of developed Internet, Zhao Qingxun knows very well what is the way to protect Feng Ling and make her a superstar.
The busy time passed quickly, and the weather in Beijing turned cold quickly. Even though Zhao Qingxun took medicine on time every day, he still had an attack. He finally fell ill. After asking a private doctor for a detailed examination, he started home treatment.
"I feel dizzy every day because of the smell of medicine. Finally, I can rest for a few days." His right hand was dry and not suitable for infusion, so the nurse could only bury the needle in his left hand, leaving Zhao Qingxun unable to do anything. He lay on the bed, joking with Feng Ling with a listless look.
"The Chinese medicine treatment cannot be stopped, brother. Are you afraid of the pain? Are you planning to give up the acupuncture halfway?" Feng Ling stared at the nurse giving him an injection. Seeing the nurse rubbing and patting the back of Zhao Qingxun's pale hand, she felt distressed and wanted to reach out to pull the other person away.
Zhao Qingxun didn't even glance at the nurse. He looked at Feng Ling with a half-smile. After the nurse left, he slowly chatted with her, "Chinese medicine is also medicine. Medicine is three-quarters toxic. It's better to stop taking it for a while. Studying is so tiring. Don't worry about me. I'm fine."
"I will study hard, and you don't have to worry about me. Taking good care of your health is the most important thing." Feng Ling felt sorry for her brother and wanted to share his pain. She carefully stroked his cold fingers. Feng Ling wanted her brother to believe that she would do her best.
"Okay." Due to mental decline and the effects of drugs, Zhao Qingxun soon fell into a drowsy sleep.
This minor illness took nearly a month to heal, but the weather was getting colder, and Zhao Qingxun's body was affected by the coldness of Beijing. No matter how he was treated and cared for, he became weaker and weaker, and lost weight visibly.
During the days when his illness was the most severe, Zhao Qingxun could not eat, and could only take medicine by crushing it into powder and feeding it to him little by little with a spoon by the nurse. After being fed like this day after day, he felt the bitterness from his lips to his heart, and nothing he ate could relieve the strong taste of the medicine.
"Uncle, don't tell the baby. The exam is coming up soon." Seeing that Butler Song asked the doctor to prescribe a nutritional injection for him, Zhao Qingxun whispered to him to keep it secret from Feng Ling so as not to disturb her mood for studying.
"Well, I won't tell her on purpose." But the baby will find out on his own, and there's nothing we can do. Housekeeper Song knows that the two children care for each other. Feng Ling's professional teacher has arranged a lot of courses for her, and she hasn't reduced her academic studies. The busy Feng Ling still spends some time with him every day. Even if Zhao Qingxun falls asleep, she will ask the nurse in detail whether he has eaten, drunk, or hurts. How could she not pay attention to Zhao Qingxun's illness?
Zhao Qingxun is seriously ill and too weak to stay in bed. The nurse massages his paralyzed limbs every day and wears a foot brace during the day to prevent worsening of foot drop. The nurse dares not let him wear a lumbar brace all day long, so he can only wear a soft lumbar brace to provide more meticulous care and cleaning for his frail body.
Since Zhao Qingxun fell ill in late October, he hasn't eaten with Fengling for a long time. He has a poor appetite and even has difficulty eating porridge. He can only drink a little soup, and his stomach is getting worse day by day. When Fengling found out, she felt distressed and she honestly reported her brother's illness to her mother, for fear of delaying Zhao Qingxun's treatment.
Feng Ling herself was not worried about the professional exams. She often took the script to her brother and took the initiative to perform for Zhao Qingxun. On the one hand, it was to make him happy, and on the other hand, it was to accompany her seriously ill brother, fearing that he would be depressed due to the long-term illness.
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