Chapter 26 Chapter 26
Confined to bed all day, Zhao Qingxun's lifestyle of holding the world in his hands was completely overturned.
Bern's home is very big. Zhao Qingxun is taken care of attentively and meticulously by the nurses and workers. He enjoys the best medical care, the best ecology, and the best shopping environment in the world. However, this is the only home he has. Feng Ling has become the existence he relies on most in his heart.
The Alps in various shapes, the beautiful lake views and hot springs, every time the wind chimes fly over, as long as Zhao Qingxun's body allows, the two of them will make an appointment to go out for fun nearby.
Even if it was a place Zhao Qingxun was once familiar with, now that he was paralyzed and in love, revisiting it would be a completely different experience. They tried to travel and have fun, although it was just to see the scenery and stay in hotels. Fortunately, they could spend a short vacation safely every time. Gradually, Zhao Qingxun also liked the life of going out and having fun with Feng Ling.
This time, they flew over near the end of the semester. Sometimes, the two of them would chat together. When they were tired, Feng Ling would sit next to Zhao Qingxun and feed him. He would also try to take care of himself, "Baby, I can do it. I can do it myself."
"I like you. I like looking at you, and I like doing everything for you." In front of him, Feng Ling showed her purest and most straightforward side, without any scheming. Zhao Qingxun looked at her innocent eyes, put his hand on her shoulder and slowly stroked her long hair, no longer fighting for the little spoon. This man with a strong sense of self-esteem had already confessed all his inconveniences to her. After all, with his severely disabled body, except for this face, Zhao Qingxun himself could not complete his daily life.
"Tomorrow, do you want to go out and play or go shopping? Take a look at new jewelry? I'll have them deliver it to your home?" Zhao Qingxun ate little, and after he finished eating, he still sat next to Feng Ling, not leaving his wheelchair, and asked her what she wanted to do the next day.
"Let's take a hot spring bath." Riding horses, playing ball and climbing mountains are not suitable for Zhao Qingxun. Feng Ling thinks hot springs are good, which is equivalent to exercising for his unconscious body.
"We swam yesterday, took a hot spring bath the day before, and we want to take a hot spring bath again tomorrow? Our baby is made of water?" Zhao Qingxun stroked her soft hair with amusement, unable to guess what the little girl was thinking.
"You are made of water. Qing and Xun are both inseparable from water. Ah Xun, you must be lacking water in your destiny."
"You are missing from my life." His girlfriend was so cute that Zhao Qingxun unconsciously wanted to get closer to her.
Sitting in a wheelchair, Zhao Qingxun couldn't move his body, so he had to try hard to turn his head towards Feng Ling. Feng Ling naturally understood her boyfriend's intention. She raised her chin, and put her plump and soft lips to Zhao Qingxun's lips, leaving him the last millimeter of initiative, letting his slightly cool lips cover hers. The moment their lips in love touched each other, a miraculous honey called happiness was produced. The two of them ate the candy selflessly, tossing and turning like a pair of swans, affectionate and charming.
The person who took the initiative to invite someone surrendered first every time. Zhao Qingxun's face and ears turned red again. As long as Feng Ling hugged him and kissed him, he could never bear it. His weak body made it increasingly difficult for him to sit still, and he was breathing heavily. Feng Ling was so scared that she had to withdraw the kiss and hug him tightly to comfort him.
Feng Ling's phone albums were almost entirely filled with photos of Zhao Qingxun: pictures of him waking up in bed, pictures of him in a wheelchair taking photos for her, pictures of him wearing glasses while looking at his computer... The cautious Zhao Qingxun wouldn't allow Feng Ling to use his photos as her phone screensaver, no matter how many passwords she set. Feng Ling obediently followed his orders, unwilling to make him angry or worried. Zhao Qingxun, unable to control his own body, would faint before anyone else could react.
In Switzerland, she ran every morning like a wind chime, did not give up her professional training, and did not delay the preparation for her graduation performance. Swimming with Zhao Qingxun was already entertainment, not exercise.
When they were about to part, Feng Ling clearly saw the reluctance in Zhao Qingxun's eyes. Although he never said words like missing her or feeling sad, his health was so bad that he even needed help to sit. How could a healthy person fully understand the helplessness and bitterness in his heart?
"I'm going back to participate in the graduation performance. Ah Xun, you've recovered from your illness. Please help me choose the script. When I come back, can we celebrate Mid-Autumn Festival together?"
With his right hand resting on the armrest of the wheelchair, Zhao Qingxun was silent and unable to do anything. He held Feng Ling's hand with his left hand, his eyes never leaving her. He almost didn't eat breakfast, and he couldn't bear to let go of her emotions. He was desperately hiding them. When he opened his mouth, Qingyue gently advised, "Don't worry, so many people are watching me. You have to be careful, baby. Protect yourself."
When they were sent to the car, Zhao Qingxun's wheelchair was almost sticking to the car body. Although there was no sadness on his face, the gaze fixed on Feng Ling made Feng Ling's reluctance to leave reach its peak. She kissed Zhao Qingxun again and again before reluctantly getting into the car to leave.
The graduation ceremony went very smoothly and the performance was a success. Feng Ling, who was sitting backstage, had already sent the video of the entire performance to Zhao Qingxun before even removing her makeup. He quickly replied, "Congratulations, baby, on your successful performance."
"I received the flowers, and my schoolmates rushed to take photos with them. Thank you, Axun." Feng Ling took a photo of herself and the flower basket sent by Zhao Qingxun and gave it to him. She was in a very good mood and could finally start the next journey of her life.
As a debut actress, Feng Ling has received countless flowers and gifts. It's rare for Zhao Qingxun not to be jealous. When Feng Ling isn't around, he mostly watches her work, advertisements, and photos. He also frequently checks her social media and fan club activities, truly a silent guardian. Given Zhao Qingxun's physical strength and the need to manage various company decisions, he relies primarily on the computer and phone to communicate with Director Zhao and Jian Ying, often feeling like he doesn't have enough time.
As a brother, a boyfriend, a boss, and the biggest fan, from the age of 14 to 23, the little girl walked into Zhao Qingxun's heart step by step. From an ignorant and simple little sister, to nine years later when the relationship between the two was stable, Feng Ling became the person on Zhao Qingxun's heart; it seemed that there was some coincidence in it, but in fact, the two of them were destined to be lovers made in heaven, and they were the only match for each other.
Now is the world with developed Internet. Even though Zhao Qingxun was paralyzed in bed, he never stayed away from the entertainment and fashion circles. For Feng Ling, he devoted almost all his energy, paving the way for her, planning for her, choosing the best scripts for her, and supporting her with all his heart and soul without asking for anything in return, so that she could become the most dazzling star.
For Feng Ling, Zhao Qingxun argued with Zhao Lanyin countless times and rejected scripts that had commercial value but little artistic potential on Feng Ling's behalf. Zhao Lanyin was actually not satisfied, but considering his son's health, he had to let him screen for Feng Ling.
The person who discovered Feng Ling was Zhao Lanyin. Of course, Zhao Lanyin thought that Feng Ling was the most suitable for her movie. If she could create a new literary goddess by the way, Zhao Lanyin would be happy to do so. After all, her title as the most box office-appealing literary director in the director industry was not undeserved.
The year he met Feng Ling, Zhao Qingxun was seriously injured and disabled. Zhao Lanyin gradually raised Feng Ling as her half-daughter and accompanied her through countless sad and painful nights.
Later, the two little ones actually started dating, which was completely beyond Zhao Lanyin's plan. After all, Zhao Qingxun was seriously disabled, and it was rare that Feng Ling was not afraid of his paralyzed body and was willing to spend time with him. She never expected that the two of them could fall in love and be together.
Zhao Lanyin knew the charm of her son. He was her son's child and a new idol she created. In her plan, Zhao Qingxun was like a money-printing machine.
In fact, from the moment he was born, Zhao Qingxun's advertising revenue quickly approached that of an A-list celebrity. Everything he ate, wore, and played with was meticulously designed, steadily leading him to the pinnacle of fashion. Before his commercial value could be fully realized, Zhao Qingxun met with tragedy. Zhao Lanyin, 60, had already reached the age of faith in fate. She also regretted not spending more time with her son, constantly allowing him to take risks, leading to the cruelest outcome.
The reason why Feng Ling has not finalized her latest work after graduation is related to the dispute between the mother and son of the Zhao family.
Zhao Lanyin wanted to make an artistic romance film, featuring some lingering, ambiguous scenes and suggestive sex scenes. Zhao Qingxun firmly disagreed with her using Feng Ling's figure and face to boost box office returns. "Mom, don't let Bao Bao keep doing similar stories. She'll be defined by them. We need a new script." Zhao Qingxun wouldn't directly express his feelings about exploitation, but the script was there; he'd read it no less than three times, and each time he rejected it outright.
Zhao Lanyin was definitely unwilling to accept this, so he tried to persuade his son, "Xiaoxun, I'm the director, it's me. What are you worried about?"
Taking a deep breath, Zhao Qingxun slowly moved his neck to make himself more comfortable before continuing the topic. "It's obviously avoidable, so why let her get black and red? Isn't it better to keep her clean, even if she grows slower?"
Growing up under the camera, Zhao Qingxun knew all too well the rules of survival in the entertainment industry. He only had a mother, no father, and even with millions of fans, he was still bullied and ostracized by many. The older he got, the more rebellious he became, deliberately withdrawing from the world of fame and fortune, immersing himself in the mountains and rivers. He even broke his lumbar spine while riding a horse, but he never resented it, because that was his fate: a life of glitz and glamour, but without freedom, that lasted until he was 20.
"She already... forget it." It no longer mattered what Zhao Lanyin wanted. She understood what Zhao Qingxun cared about, and she decided to give in.
After his mother hung up the phone, Zhao Qingxun was actually in a good mood that day. He was carried to the sofa next to the floor-to-ceiling window and sat there for a while looking at the distant scenery when the phone rang. The result was such an unpleasant parting.
Shouldn't the Muses be respected?
A broken lumbar vertebra left Zhao Qingxun paralyzed for life, and the aftereffects left him with not only pain but also less strength than a baby, and he seemed to have lost the ability to understand his mother. When his mother hung up the phone, he gave a wry smile, and the corners of his straight lips were pressed down before they could even curl up.
His left hand couldn't hold the phone, nor could he maintain balance. His severely curled right hand trembled uncontrollably, and his slender fingers curled inward into his palm, revealing the chaotic mood beneath Zhao Qingxun's calm face.
In the accident that caused him to be paralyzed, his neck was also seriously injured, causing him to almost lose all sensation below the collarbone and become extremely numb.
His limp and deformed legs were spread wide open on the sofa. Due to the thoughtful care, the muscle atrophy in Zhao Qingxun's legs and feet was not the most serious. However, over the years, his overly thin legs and his limp feet that were curled into a crescent shape against the floor showed at a glance that he was not healthy.
His normally obedient right hand was shaking like a ball. Zhao Qingxun used his left hand to press the back of his hand, which was throbbing with pain. As a result, his thigh started shaking as well. His left hand had the intention to do good, but it was powerless. In the end, the phone rolled to the floor. His quiet pigeon-toed legs started to kick around randomly. Even his right and left hands couldn't be good friends...
The nurse appeared in time, squatted at Zhao Qingxun's feet, picked up the mobile phone, and massaged his twitching legs and feet. Fortunately, the attack was not serious, otherwise Zhao Qingxun might have rolled to the floor.
Not yet thirty, and having seen no sunlight for years, Zhao Qingxun's face, once captivating countless young girls, had lost its baby fat, now sporting more three-dimensional features, without the marks of aging. His perfect face remained emotionless, staring blankly at the snow-capped mountains in the distance, like a broken doll waiting to be pieced together, slumped on the sofa.
Obviously graduation is a happy thing, but Fengling's classmates suddenly became busy. No one even spoke in the class group. Everyone was moving forward rapidly towards their own life goals, but Fengling's life inexplicably stagnated.
Others couldn't notice anything, but Feng Ling knew it herself. All that was left for her to do was sign the contract, but there was no news at all. She asked her assistant, but the assistant didn't know what was going on either.
Despite taking photos and trying out makeup, being in talks for new commercials, and receiving constant invitations to major variety shows and events, Feng Ling still knew something was wrong. Unwilling to bring her anxiety to Zhao Qingxun, Feng Ling decided to take a casual look online.
"Feng Ling, don't look at it, and don't pay any attention to it." The assistant was with Feng Ling and saw her checking various messages and comments on the Internet. He hurriedly advised her to give up doing things that made her unhappy.
The Internet is not a place where one can break the law at will, but some people with ulterior motives use word games, cover-up tactics, and innuendo to describe Feng Ling's life experience and so-called black material.
Fans who like Feng Ling will not leave her because of a few negative news, but as the negative news is mentioned over and over again, some people who cannot distinguish will start to feel confused and wonder whether it is true or false.
Some people are talking about Feng Ling's teacher-student romance with a university professor, saying she's so lucky because of this behind-the-scenes boss. Others say Director Zhao is the obvious mentor, but the capital giant behind Zhao Lanyin is the real financial backer of Feng Ling. Feng Ling was specially trained and meticulously bred, her every move and gesture honed, a pure and wild-looking skinny horse.
Feng Ling would not believe it if she saw the skinny horse once, but when she logged into major mainstream apps, they all described vividly how she became the skinny horse and was hailed as an international film queen step by step. This "inspirational" story was mentioned countless times, and Feng Ling herself almost believed it.
"Baby, don't take fencing lessons anymore. Take a good rest and adjust your condition. I look forward to seeing a more beautiful you soon." Zhao Lanyin's call completely shattered Feng Ling's expectations, confirming that the new movie in which the heroine liked fencing was abandoned.
"Mom, what did I do wrong? Can you tell me, please?" It was not a good time to ask during the call, but Feng Ling really couldn't help it.
"That's right, my baby is the most beautiful." Zhao Lanyin did not lie. The success or failure of this movie was not something that the director could control alone.
The lack of new works and the constant flow of negative news have definitely impacted Feng Ling's popularity. The fact is, the investor, who is also the sole investor in the film where the female lead loves fencing, revealed his status as a shareholder and clearly stated his love for Feng Ling and his desire to pursue her seriously, with the intention of marriage as a prerequisite. Zhao Lanyin was overwhelmed by this and directly rejected it.
Relying on his status and background, the other party tried several times, but in the end he didn't even have the chance to meet Feng Ling. He was really angry, so he secretly made trouble to force Zhao Lanyin to compromise. As a result, Zhao Lanyin didn't care about this script at all, and gave up the movie directly and refused to accept the challenge.
Not knowing so much of the inside story, Feng Ling was troubled by her own problems. She hurried to Switzerland to find Zhao Qingxun, and when they met, she hugged him. All the grievances, fatigue, and confusion became unimportant when she felt Zhao Qingxun's breath and love.
"Switzerland is so nice, like a paradise on earth." She nestled against his collarbone and whispered softly, saying that only with a lover around can one escape to a paradise on earth.
"Switzerland is the world's financial center, little fool, where is the paradise on earth? Only when you have power and money can you have the paradise on earth at the same time." His right arm was held in Feng Ling's arms, and his right hand was curled up on his thigh, unable to move. Zhao Qingxun slowly raised his left hand and stroked Feng Ling's long hair.
"Hate it! You want me to work hard again." She rubbed his pointed chin and said in a displeased manner.
After trying to straighten his neck, Zhao Qingxun stopped stroking her hair and said seriously, "My baby doesn't have to work hard."
"Then I won't go out to work." She expressed her little grievance a little bit more.
"Well, you can do whatever you like."
Finally, from the moment they met until now, Feng Ling smiled sweetly. Seeing Zhao Qingxun, she felt relieved. However, she still wanted to ask the question in her heart, "Axun, whose skinny horse am I?"
Zhao Qingxun didn't answer Feng Ling directly, even though he knew the answer. Instead, he took her to the study and picked up the latest international mail from the desk. It was a thick stack, all of which were evidence collected by the company. "We are going through the legal process. The Internet is not a lawless place. These people must be held accountable for their words and actions."
Feng Ling pursed her lips and made a very aggrieved expression, "The bad guys have already influenced me. All the fencing I learned for so long is useless now."
"Just think of it as one more hobby, baby. Life can't always go as planned. Let's give others some opportunities and just treat it as a break." Zhao Qingxun wanted to say that Fengling looked so majestic and beautiful while fencing, and he also wanted to do what she loved with her, but unfortunately he was trapped by his disabled body and could only sit in a wheelchair, unable to do any interesting sports.
"Axun, you are right. If I don't become an actor, I can do dubbing, be a model, study and work abroad, and do many, many things." She is not a delicate lady who only knows how to enjoy herself. She is an independent and brave woman who wants to be herself forever.
"Yes, my baby is an amazing bellflower." The little girl seemed to be in a better mood. Zhao Qingxun breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he must continue to work hard to make his girlfriend happy.
"No, Axun, wind chimes are grasses. There's no flower called a wind chime. In my hometown, they're all called bellflowers."
Seeing her serious face, Zhao Qingxun nodded and good-temperedly agreed with his girlfriend, "Well, wind chimes are grass. But, baby is a flower, the flower in my heart, the most beautiful and delicate flower, the only flower."
Without a brace, he could only lean hunched in a high-back wheelchair. He could not walk, and he did not have a strong and thick chest. He could not take care of himself and could only rely on the care of a nurse. It was Zhao Qingxun, who spoke softly, was short of breath, had a pale and weak face, and was thin and sickly, but he could give Feng Ling all the sense of security she needed. He gave her complete and healthy love, independent space and absolute freedom. He was willing to accompany her to do anything and support all her decisions.
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