Chapter 25 Chapter 25 Memories
As a girlfriend and the future mistress of this family with an established status, Feng Ling was in Zhao Qingxun's room and no one dared to disturb her.
Zhao Qingxun values and respects Feng Ling. From the day she entered this family as a young girl, this concept has been deeply rooted in everyone's mind. Later, when Feng Ling became his girlfriend, no one around Zhao Qingxun was surprised. The two of them were truly a natural match made in heaven.
Feng Ling stayed in Zhao Qingxun's room. In the eyes of Butler Song and other experienced people, it was something that would happen sooner or later. Therefore, in such a big house, no one disturbed the young couple from enjoying the forbidden fruit for the first time.
As the morning light began to appear, Feng Ling looked at the white gauze that was deliberately left out on the other side of the window, and then looked at the man who was sleeping quietly beside her with a nasal oxygen supply like a glass doll, and she felt very proud.
The bedsheets scattered carelessly on the bathroom floor, stained with urine and blood, recorded the countless attempts their owners had made the previous night, their mutual care and love striving to achieve the most beautiful love. Zhao Qingxun hadn't even succeeded once, but Feng Ling had infinite patience with him, never complaining, only being incredibly considerate and affectionate.
The sleeping figure's face remained pale. Ever since Feng Ling first met Zhao Qingxun, he had looked this pale and frail. He looked nothing like the healthy, fashionable young man he had portrayed in photos and videos. Last night, Feng Ling had hugged and kissed Zhao Qingxun tightly. Several red marks still lingered on his Adam's apple and the scar from his tracheotomy. These were the bruises left by the little girl's careless abandon.
Seeing the red heart shape on his neck, Feng Ling couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth. She loved kissing him, biting him, and bullying him. Zhao Qingxun was soft, fragrant, and had smooth skin. He was elegant and noble in his bones. She would be fascinated by him all her life and never wanted to let him go.
Thinking of his shy face flushed and him saying let go, Feng Ling immediately wanted to pick him up and let him continue with his business...
She stretched out her fingers and held Zhao Qingxun's wrist. His fingers were connected to a blood oximeter, and the machine reminded Feng Ling that Zhao Qingxun's body was not as good as that of an ordinary person, so it would be better not to wake him up; she was afraid that the fragile man would twitch his sensitive body like last night, and he had difficulty breathing several times. Feng Ling was so scared that she didn't dare to move, and held him and comforted him for a long time.
Afterwards, when she was helping Zhao Qingxun clean up, he was so exhausted he barely had the strength to lift his arms. Only his narrow eyes still looked at her with a spirit, and the rest of him could only be manipulated as she pleased. Feng Ling took the opportunity to look him over again with great interest. When she saw the two long scars on his back, she immediately slowed down and carefully moved him so that he couldn't move, cherishing and loving him even more.
Although he was extremely tired physically, he was also extremely happy mentally. Zhao Qingxun held Feng Ling's hand and said some childish words. He confessed his love to her and promised that he would live well, accompany her forever, and be together forever.
Later, he spoke incoherently and his voice was so low that it was difficult to hear clearly. Feng Ling then coaxed him to sleep to prevent the overly excited person from worrying anymore.
She was too tired to move and had no strength to drink water, but he had sweated so much that Feng Ling was worried about dehydration. She had no choice but to hold Zhao Qingxun and feed him some water one mouthful at a time. The warmth of feeding each other with water made the friendship between the two people even deeper. Even after falling asleep, Zhao Qingxun still held her hand and refused to let go.
It was hard to let go of the memories of last night. It took Feng Ling a long time to come back to her senses. She reached her little hand into the quilt to feel Zhao Qingxun's lower abdomen. It was so late, so naturally they didn't insert a catheter into him again. Apart from the slight dripping, Zhao Qingxun's condition was that he had no feeling in his lower body and could not control his excretion.
A pair of thighs were spread apart and slightly raised, Zhao Qingxun's thin hip bones protruding, making the touch a little uncomfortable. Feng Ling gently stroked him, unable to help but recall the happy moments of last night. Only a layer of soft flesh was left on his lower abdomen. She didn't know whether he was bloated and needed to urinate immediately, but she felt that the time was almost up, so Feng Ling took action and inserted a urinary catheter into him for the first time without Zhao Qingxun knowing.
After successfully draining out the urine, Feng Ling breathed a sigh of relief. Zhao Qingxun was different from the other patients she had operated on before. He had no sensation and didn't feel pain. If she accidentally hurt him, she would only know by seeing bleeding. And if she let Zhao Qingxun bleed, Feng Ling would undoubtedly be heartbroken.
Gently helping him fix the catheter on his right thigh, Feng Ling changed his position while holding him, covered him with a blanket, and quietly left the room.
Seeing Feng Ling "secretly" slipping back to her room, Zhao Qingxun's nurse also quietly entered the young master's room and carefully checked Zhao Qingxun's condition.
Although it is summer vacation, Feng Ling has multiple identities and several jobs, so she is usually quite busy. However, she is not very worried about Zhao Qingxun's health. Before going out, she will tell the housekeeper Song to take good care of Zhao Qingxun.
Feng Ling is always followed by bodyguards when she goes out, so Butler Song is relieved. The precious and cold master left at home is the one who concerns everyone the most.
Soon the nurse discovered that something was wrong with Zhao Qingxun. Not only did he refuse to eat, but he also had difficulty drinking water. The anxious nurse crushed the medicine and fed it to Zhao Qingxun, but he still drank half and spit out the other half. Zhao Qingxun was too lazy to speak, his eyes were half open and half closed, and he occasionally hummed unconsciously as a response.
Although there was no vomiting or convulsions, this rarely happened to Zhao Qingxun. The housekeeper was worried that he might get sick, so he called a relevant doctor to come to the house to give Zhao Qingxun a detailed examination.
After finishing her fencing class and returning home, Feng Ling happened to see the doctor. She knew that Zhao Qingxun had been refusing to get up, eat or sleep, but there was nothing serious. She knew in her heart that he was tired last night, but she couldn't say it out loud, so she had to hide in the living room of the room and wait for the results of the consultation.
After a comprehensive examination of Zhao Qingxun's body, the doctor made a basic judgment. His face remained normal, and he gently asked Zhao Qingxun, who had regained consciousness, "Do you have a girlfriend?"
The doctor asked implicitly, but Zhao Qingxun still understood what the doctor meant. He nodded to confirm the other party's guess. The doctor understood and turned his head to give detailed medical advice to Butler Song, "Don't worry, he is not sick. Eat light food these days and get enough rest. If he is tired, let him sleep more. It's okay. The rehabilitation class can be suspended for two days. Thank you for your hard work." The doctor said thank you to Zhao Qingxun, straightened his right hand, and gently patted his limp palm.
It was indeed tiring. Zhao Qingxun had seven or eight red marks on his neck and collarbone, and he looked so tired that he didn't want to open his eyes. It was clear that he was really exhausted. The doctor knew what the young man had done last night at a glance. You know, although Zhao Qingxun was paralyzed and weak, he had handsome features and a strong background to support him. It was not difficult for him to have a caring and beautiful girlfriend.
Like a small animal recovering from an injury, Zhao Qingxun couldn't eat anything. Feng Ling went out to buy him some light food that was different from the ones in the kitchen at home. She even ate with him, coaxing and feeding him. Zhao Qingxun only managed to eat a few bites before becoming listless and exhausted.
Feng Ling didn't bother him. She observed him carefully for a few days and made a secret note in her heart that the next time they were together, she must control the scale and frequency. If she tired him out, she would also be sad.
After resting for a few days, Zhao Qingxun finally didn't feel heavy anymore and was able to get up. The first thing he did was to personally rummage through the safe, take out a huge diamond ring, and personally hold it in front of Feng Ling.
"Mom's?" Zhao Lanyin was talented and wealthy, so when Feng Ling saw the beautiful jewelry, she instinctively thought it belonged to her mother.
Shaking his head, Zhao Qingxun steadied his hand holding the ring and said to her with a smile, "I prepared it for you. I wanted to wait for a day more important than your birthday to give it to you... Before I got the chance, that night, you..." Zhao Qingxun was a cold and taciturn person. In fact, he rarely showed his emotions. He had never been as shy and at a loss for words as he was now.
With a chuckle, Feng Ling didn't take the ring. Instead, she bent down to kiss him, and gently stroked the ends of Zhao Qingxun's exquisitely trimmed hair with one hand, taking him and the ring in her eyes.
"Axun, can you help me put it on?"
"Um."
Carefully placing the ring in position and holding it in her hand, Zhao Qingxun held her fair and tender hand with his trembling right wrist. Feng Ling also secretly cooperated with him, watching him concentrate on putting on the princess-cut diamond ring that looked like a large ice pond on her, and the dazzling brilliance was instantly materialized.
"Thank you, Axun." Feng Ling has been with Zhao Lanyin since she was 14 years old and has been taken care of by Zhao Qingxun since she was 18. Her vision has become higher and higher. She has seen all kinds of expensive gifts, but the gifts given by her loved ones are the most precious because they are prepared with care and have the blessing of emotion.
With Zhao Qingxun's careful care and guidance at home, and the protection of the company headed by Zhao Qingxun outside, as well as Zhao Lanyin's obvious favoritism and support, Feng Ling's acting career is smoother than most people. It can be said that it is going smoothly and everything is as planned. As she grows older, her beauty and figure have become perfect; as she enters her last year of university, she has long since transformed from a newcomer in the entertainment industry into a rising idol, with a huge number of fans and a wide coverage. Everyone seems to be waiting for her graduation, and a new top star is born.
Starting her senior year, Feng Ling's studies entered a lull, but her work progressed steadily, leaving her with limited time for daily companionship. Zhao Qingxun remained optimistic about her busy life and growth, even encouraging her to participate in meaningful social activities and never imposing his own sensitivities or anxieties on her. Living a regular and relatively isolated life, Zhao Qingxun was a man of integrity, unwilling to let his disability, illness, or other negative influences affect Feng Ling. He longed to be a better support for her, not a burden.
"You haven't been to a night market, have you? I just realized how big the night market is and how many delicious foods there are." Holding up the circle of friends of classmates on the phone, each snack and delicacy is really tempting. The people who took the photos are also loving and talented. Each photo is exceptionally bright and beautiful, which makes people's appetite whetted at the sight.
Looking at her phone carefully, Zhao Qingxun opened his mouth, not knowing what to say. Feng Ling already had her own idea, "We'll go too, but we won't get out of the car. Let them buy it, and we'll eat in the car. How about that?"
If it was something else, Zhao Qingxun would definitely agree if Feng Ling asked, but there were too many people at the night market. Although the weather was a little cold, it was not cold enough to discourage people from shopping and eating. Zhao Qingxun was willing to accompany Feng Ling, but he was indeed afraid of crowds. Before he could figure out how to refuse, Feng Ling had already started to help him get clothes.
Zhao Qingxun was dressed like a college student by his girlfriend in beige pants and a pumpkin orange jacket. He was carried into the nanny car and accompanied by his girlfriend to the night market.
"Pink cotton candy."
"Oh my god, such a big squid."
"Are you thirsty?"
"Wow, what is this?" The internet celebrity snack has an exaggerated shape. Feng Ling was amazed when she saw it while leaning against the car window.
The car stopped and started frequently, and the bodyguard had already gotten off the car several times just outside the night market, buying a lot of Feng Ling's favorite and legendary super delicious items.
Feng Ling didn't dare to give Zhao Qingxun food casually. She just held his hand and supported his waist to let him look at this and that. However, the bodyguard getting in and out of the car would also attract onlookers. After all, the bodyguard was too tall and majestic, and the white car with a special license plate was also particularly eye-catching. It was easy for people to think that it was a big shot strolling around in the world.
The entire commercial street was also very design-conscious, with neon lights shining and background walls of various styles everywhere. Many people were taking pictures, which reminded Feng Ling. Looking at Zhao Qingxun beside her, Feng Ling wanted to get off the car and take a picture with him. Fortunately, her reason overcame her impulse, and she didn't ask to go out and play for a while.
Even though his girlfriend hugged and kissed him, Zhao Qingxun's hands and feet were still cold while he was trapped in the car. He was so afraid of being seen that his mind was in a mess. His limp legs began to tremble wildly and he completely lost his mind.
Zhao Qingxun has been chased and photographed by people since he was a child. He has no concept of sharing happiness with the people or the mundane world. On the contrary, he is afraid of being in crowded environments and is very afraid of being hurt. After being paralyzed, he doesn't want to see people at all, not even his former friends and acquaintances, let alone ordinary people. This is something Zhao Qingxun cannot accept.
Feng Ling thought it was safe as they did not get off the car during the whole journey. However, after they returned home, Zhao Qingxun developed a fever. Fortunately, his temperature dropped after taking medicine and did not become more serious.
Even after he recovered from his illness, Zhao Qingxun did not mention his worries that night to Feng Ling. He thought Feng Ling could not understand what he was afraid of in his heart, so he chose to remain silent.
Zhao Qingxun had even discussed his plans with Zhao Lanyin and obtained her mother's consent beforehand when he told Fengling he was going back to Switzerland. Fengling knew he had been in Beijing for over a year and that if it weren't for her, he probably wouldn't have stayed so long. She wanted him to relax and have some time off, so she readily agreed to let him go back to Switzerland.
"At worst, I can visit you every month." This was Feng Ling's promise to her boyfriend. She was reluctant to leave Zhao Qingxun, but considering his feelings, she had to agree to let him return to his home in Switzerland. Her work was mostly in China, so she officially started a relationship in which she flew back and forth between Beijing and Switzerland. Perhaps, love is always a feeling of indebtedness.
Feng Ling hoped her boyfriend would feel more at ease and free upon returning to Switzerland; Zhao Qingxun similarly hoped Feng Ling would be happy and carefree, and that she would get better. He understood that his own health had caused his current low mood. By the time Zhao Qingxun was carried onto the plane, he had begun to cry silently. The nurse noticed, and he said it was because of sand in his eyes, which worried everyone around him for a while.
Zhao Qingxun's familiar home in Switzerland boasts a tranquil and natural environment. However, ever since arriving, he's been feeling down and depressed, his longing gripping him. His recovery has been slow, though he's lost weight quickly. Whenever he thinks of his girlfriend, Zhao Qingxun secretly cries, once, twice, three times. Gradually, everyone around him realizes the significance of the wind chime to Zhao Qingxun.
Fortunately, Feng Ling is now a rising star with strong influence, and she has a lot of work, both public and private. Before she graduated from college, she has already started a life of flying between two jobs for love. Her love and concern for Zhao Qingxun has not become alienated by the distance. Instead, she takes care of him more attentively and thoughtfully. Feng Ling herself has also grown faster into a giving lover, with the ability to support each other and the true love of love.
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Oh, I forgot to mention that the memories are completely over, and the next chapter will return to the present tense perspective.
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