Chapter 29 Chapter 29
Apart from simple and boring rehabilitation exercises, there are not many exercises that Zhao Qingxun can really do. Swimming is more interesting and effective. In the water, his arms still have some functions. Although his exercise posture is uneven due to the incomplete function of his arms, he can still move freely.
This villa in the southern town just happened to have an indoor swimming pool with very good facilities. In order to help Zhao Qingxun exercise his fragile heart and lungs, Feng Ling accompanied him to play in the heated pool water many times. Gradually, the two of them developed a lot more tacit understanding than when they were in Switzerland.
Zhao Qingxun also accompanied his girlfriend on a foodie spree. Since it wasn't convenient to go out, they'd buy food to eat at home. Zhao Qingxun could only watch everyone eat spicy and pungent foods, but he could handle some dim sum, xiaolongbao (small dumplings), rice noodle rolls, and egg pancakes. He drank a lot of nourishing soups made with precious ingredients. Although it was winter, after three months of traditional Chinese medicine and a steady diet of soups, Zhao Qingxun had gained a lot of weight. His complexion had improved, especially his plump face, which had returned to its peak youthful beauty.
"Axun, I can't take pictures with you." Feng Ling was curled up on the sofa and looking through the photos of the two of them on her phone. She couldn't stop smiling, but she still had to make fun of Zhao Qingxun.
"What's wrong? Am I too old?" Thinking about his recent condition, Zhao Qingxun felt that his girlfriend should not dislike him.
Taking the opportunity to touch Zhao Qingxun's face again, she coquettishly said to him, "Hmph, you're whiter than me. I take care of my skin every day and spend a lot of time and money on it, but your skin is still better than mine."
The person in the wheelchair let her touch him. Zhao Qingxun smiled when Feng Ling said this. He thought about the recent changes, then looked down at his belly and suddenly sighed, "I've gained weight. Uncle Song weighed me yesterday and I gained three kilograms. I can't gain any more weight. It's getting harder for them to hold me."
"You look better when you're fat. New Year's is coming soon. Let's eat more delicious food and try to make you gain some weight." He is so tall but thin, weighing less than 100 pounds. It's rare for him to gain a few pounds. Feng Ling is so happy that she can't contain herself.
It's not that I really want to lose weight. Zhao Qingxun has been losing weight since he was paralyzed, so I also sigh that the feng shui of the south is really nourishing.
He patted his legs with his left hand, realizing that the weight he gained was only on his waist, abdomen, and face. The muscles in his paralyzed legs and feet had atrophied and would not grow. He then looked sideways at his ribs, and another question occurred to him. He looked up and said to Feng Ling, "If I gain any more weight, I'm afraid I won't be able to use my wheelchair."
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, baby will buy it for you." Wheelchairs are customized according to the degree of physical disability, and physical data is also an important factor, but how could Zhao Qingxun be so fat that he can't sit in a wheelchair? Feng Ling hooked her fingers under his chin and teased him with a smile.
"Okay, okay." Everything she said was okay. Zhao Qingxun doted on his girlfriend endlessly. Ever since Feng Ling's film and advertising income had increased, she had become a major customer of the wheelchair brand Zhao Qingxun often used. She had bought countless electric wheelchairs with numerous functions and comfortable functional cushions. When they first bought the wheelchair, Feng Ling was afraid that Zhao Qingxun would be embarrassed or upset, so she didn't dare tell him. Every time Zhao Qingxun used it, he would notice that he had changed to a new model. He asked Butler Song and found out that it was Feng Ling who bought it for him.
The problem of weight gain completely disappeared when winter came. Zhao Qingxun had cramps in his legs, feet, and back several times. Later, he caught a cold and lay in bed unable to eat. After a few days, he had lost a lot of weight. When he had a cold, Zhao Qingxun would not let Feng Ling get close to him. Finally, after he recovered from the illness, he agreed to let his girlfriend take care of him personally. Feng Ling missed him so much that she held his soft body in her arms for a long time before letting go and letting Zhao Qingxun lie down alone.
I wiped his body, and the bones of his hips protruded and felt rough to the touch. Besides the soft flesh on his lower abdomen, he didn't look fat at all. I couldn't help but hug him again with heartache, "How did you lose so much weight? My filming here is almost done. You should go home early. Everything is good at home, and you'll be more comfortable. Eat more when you recover, and don't lose any more weight."
"I haven't lost weight, I've always been like this. Uncle Song should have sorted it out. We'll go back in the next two days. You can go back to Beijing and do the dubbing well. Don't worry about me." When he was able to run freely, Zhao Qingxun never held her hand. All he could give her was his now limp and useless body.
With his physical condition, every flight and every trip consumes a lot of manpower and resources, and he needs to rest for several days to recover his strength. As the New Year is approaching, it is time to go home.
The young couple spent the New Year lovingly in southern China. Feng Ling flew back to Beijing to do post-production dubbing for a film, while Zhao Qingxun returned to his home in Switzerland to continue recuperating. Despite being separated by thousands of miles, their love never faded. Instead, their longing for each other grew stronger, and they quietly worked to become better lovers.
For Feng Ling, Zhao Qingxun instructed Jian Ying to do a lot of things. He is the largest investor in the new movie, and now he is building connections at all levels to push for the release of the new film. It is being released at an extremely fast speed during the winter vacation.
The treatment of big directors is that their films are previewed before they are released to the public. Before the public knows about it, their new films have been sent to the highest level to be judged.
"Axun, Director Zhang told me that our movie won an award. Oh my God, did you help us win the award? What a surprise." Of course, happy things should be shared as soon as possible. Feng Ling asked Zhao Qingxun happily and excitedly on the phone.
"Haha, baby, how could I have that kind of magical power? Don't worry, the award is absolutely fair. Since you won the award, it means that you have been recognized by the vast majority of judges. Moreover, this is not the first time you have won an award. Your acting skills are well-known internationally. It is by no means accidental or a shady deal." Zhao Qingxun had just gotten up and was leaning against the raised headboard. The nurse had just helped him replace the urine bag that had accumulated all night, then closed the gate and fixed the catheter at the root of his thigh.
"I'm just so happy that I'm asking you. I don't mean anything else. Axun, have you had breakfast?" There is a six-hour time difference between the two countries. Feng Ling deliberately waited for a long time and called when she thought Zhao Qingxun was almost up.
"Not yet. You're going to massage my hands, feet and waist right away so I don't feel uncomfortable when sitting up. Then I can go wash up and eat." He looked around and saw that his right wrist was bent and stiffly tucked inward at his side. It was obvious that he needed someone to massage him to relieve his muscles and bones.
"I'm taking pictures. You have to eat well and wait for me at home."
"Are you going to see my baby again soon? I missed you so much."
After sharing the joy of winning the award, the young couple spoke sweetly to each other, caring about each other without disturbing each other, and time passed quickly day by day.
Wind Chime's fans celebrated wildly after winning a major award for the third time. Director Zhang Zhiwen had been quietly making films for over a decade, and now he had won an international award with a low-budget art film. The industry was in an uproar, and some people were so jealous that they were beyond recognition.
Jian Ying told Zhao Qingxun that the company had received so many messages hoping to cooperate with Fengling that it couldn't read them all and couldn't sort them out even after working overtime.
With a gentle smile, Zhao Qingxun kindly reminded, "Jian Ying, I've reminded you once before, and this is the second time. Baby's next drama must be with my mother."
"I understand. I won't let them work overtime. The big directors must be sad. No matter how hard they try, they can't invite Miss Feng Ling to film." Some famous directors also lowered their status and sent invitations, praising Feng Ling for her movie face and strong plasticity, and wanting to work with her. Who doesn't want to work with the goddess of luck and win an award?
After the Spring Festival, Jian Ying announced through her company that Feng Ling had taken on her first TV series. Her fans were very supportive and happy to see her career blossom, but many people in the circle commented that Feng Ling had lowered her own status.
The fact is, Zhao Lanyin didn't say anything about Feng Ling winning the award, but when it came to Zhang Zhiwen winning the award, Zhao Lanyin got angry and complained to his good friend in private. He even threw wine bottles and smashed teacups and was very unhappy.
After several conversations between Zhao Lanyin and her son, Feng Ling finally confirmed the TV series, even bringing in Zhao Qingxun's company to invest. Taking advantage of the rising popularity and reputation of Feng Ling, Zhao Lanyin insisted on casting Feng Ling as the female lead in a TV series he was investing in. Zhao Qingxun, mindful of his mother's feelings, quickly compromised and agreed.
The male lead of the new TV series turned out to be Song Chaojin, who had debuted for many years but was only good-looking and not very famous. Feng Ling was not moved when she knew this. It didn't matter to her who the male lead was. However, Zhao Qingxun was in a state of confusion and couldn't sleep most of the night.
The director didn't know if it was for the sake of attracting attention, but he actually planned to shoot a kissing scene on the first day of filming the new drama. When the news came out, the fans were all shocked.
The heroine's fans expressed their dissatisfaction in a polite manner, saying that Feng Ling is only 23 years old and the male protagonist is 30 years old, and it is obvious that the old man is taking advantage.
Fans of the male lead immediately fought back, saying that the male lead has never had any scandals in his 12 years since his debut, that he is tall, handsome, and has a large audience, and that he is a clean and good man, and that he deserves to act with an international film queen.
Feng Ling, who was fully focused on studying the script, had no idea that her fans were arguing. Zhao Qingxun followed all her updates, and people from the company helped manage fan meetings and social media, so he naturally noticed something was wrong at the first time.
"Baby, how is the hotel environment? Is the housekeeper good to you?" On the phone, Zhao Qingxun spoke softly and caringly to his girlfriend, but in fact he was trying to test Feng Ling's attitude.
"The housekeeper is also a girl. She is quite attentive and has been with me for a long time. Don't worry. This hotel is not bad. You have chosen the best room for me. It is very safe. Don't worry." When Feng Ling was Zhao Qingxun's sister, she was treated like a little princess. Now that she is his girlfriend, Zhao Qingxun is far away across the ocean and he worries about and takes care of her in every detail every day. His own company spends money to upgrade the hotel room, and a private butler provides personal service. How could Feng Ling not be uncomfortable living here?
Zhao Qingxun didn't allow his girlfriend to use her photo as her phone lock screen, so his phone was filled with nothing but beautiful photos of Feng Ling and various private videos. Among them, a photo of Feng Ling sitting in the yard of her home in Bern, wearing gym shorts, long hair flowing, and looking at her phone with a drink in hand, went viral online thanks to her perfect profile and slender legs. Many people have copied this photo and imitated it, but they don't have the snow-capped Alps behind them, no huge pink diamonds on their fingers, and no limited edition diamond bracelets on their wrists. Without retouching, no one can match Feng Ling's pair of beautiful legs. Most importantly, fans secretly spread that the person taking the photo was looking at it from a lover's perspective, a sentiment most photographers simply don't possess. Therefore, Feng Ling's fashionable and beautiful photos are impossible to replicate.
Seeing the girl whom he had held dear to his heart for nearly ten years being hugged and kissed by his tall, handsome and strong old friend, Zhao Qingxun stared blankly at his phone. He half leaned on the nursing bed and did not move for a long time.
As far as the eye can see, the right hand has uncontrollable fingers clenched in the palm, and the wrist is tilted against the bed. The hand that once played ball, rode a horse, and swung a club freely, now can't even hold a pen. It curls up at the side like a chicken claw, a deformed decoration.
His legs were limp, his ankles too loose to support his feet. His feet, which could bend at will, resembled a pair of bananas, taking any shape, but he couldn't walk, and he had no feeling at all. His belly was flabby. Paralyzed for nearly a decade, Zhao Qingxun's frail body had lost all muscle function, wasting away and atrophying. Daily massages and passive exercises couldn't stop his body from yielding to gravity, causing his soft skin to sag and deform, no longer a beautiful sight.
Not to mention being muscular and sexy, Zhao Qingxun knew that his body was not even healthy. He was often sick and hospitalized, and relied entirely on medicine and caregivers to maintain his daily life. If he were alone at home, he would not only be unable to move, but he would probably not even be able to do the basics of eating, drinking, defecating and urinating.
That night, Zhao Qingxun's body convulsed and he was completely incontinent. Later in the night, he began to have a fever and passed out. He was truly ill. Butler Song did not tell Feng Ling immediately. Several people in the family took care of him. When Zhao Qingxun woke up, his mood became even worse. He was groggy, refusing to eat, drink, or talk, which really scared everyone around him.
The kissing scene with Song Chaojin went very smoothly. Mr. Song had brushed his teeth and used breath freshener beforehand. Before filming, he told Feng Ling the jokes he had prepared to ease the awkwardness. The filming went smoothly without any repeated takes.
During the break in filming, Song Chaojin took the initiative to chat with her, "Feng Ling, you are the only one in your company. Everyone says you are Director Zhao's artist. You are so lucky to be able to shoot your first movie with an artist like Director Zhao."
Feng Ling didn't dare to deny it, nor could she say yes, so she could only nod and giggle like a good baby. Song Chaojin didn't ask her any more questions, but recalled the past. "Qingxun and I are good friends. We've worked together before. He's really nice. It's a pity that you haven't even met him."
"Ah..." Feng Ling didn't respond. She really didn't know what to say. She didn't know that Song Chaojin and Zhao Qingxun were actually good friends. Her beautiful eyes were wide open, and she was completely stunned.
Back in the hotel room, Feng Ling walked in and started calling Zhao Qingxun. She really wanted to chat with him.
Zhao Qingxun was so sick that he couldn't open his eyes. Butler Song couldn't lie to Feng Ling, so he had to tell the truth, "Baby, Xiaoxun can't answer the phone. He fell ill last night and is in the hospital now."
Hearing that her boyfriend was admitted to the hospital, Feng Ling immediately dropped the topic of Song Chaojin and anxiously asked about Zhao Qingxun's condition, "Uncle Song, did you get sick last night? Are you having severe convulsions?"
"He's in the hospital. We want to give him a thorough checkup, fearing that his condition will be delayed. Xiaoxun still has the same old problem, but he's not in a good mood. It might be because you two are far away from each other, and seeing you and your new partner busy filming... Xiaoxun has been in poor health, and he feels very disappointed, which has affected his mood." Butler Song spoke in a steady and punctuated manner, replacing all the words that could not be said directly with silence. I believe that the person on the other end of the phone understood.
"Seeing the trending searches saying that we were filming a kissing scene, is Axun angry?" Feng Ling frowned slightly, feeling even more worried about Zhao Qingxun.
"I don't know, it shouldn't be, Xiaoxun..." Steward Song hesitated and did not dare to speak for Zhao Qingxun.
He didn't say a word to the people who were taking care of him, but Zhao Qingxun was indeed watching the behind-the-scenes footage and photos of their filming. Butler Song, who was taking care of him personally, naturally knew this, and how could he not know what Zhao Qingxun cared about?
There was no call. Feng Ling said to go see Axun, and Butler Song immediately sent photos and videos. In the photos, Zhao Qingxun seemed to have just been carried back to the hospital bed after the examination. The light purple bed sheet of the hospital did not bring out the color of his face at all; his head was tilted to one side, and his straight nose reflected the lonely and sharp lines. The collar of his gray shirt was open with one button, and because the clothes were not tidied up, the clear collarbone was exposed. He had lost weight again.
The nurse was moving Zhao Qingxun's legs and feet and covering him with a quilt. His right hand was bent at his side, with his wrist bent into a sharp angle. Feng Ling couldn't help but shed tears at the sight of him. How could he be so sick that he had no consciousness at all?
After hanging up the phone, Feng Ling didn't even have time to wipe away her tears. She bought the fastest flight to Zurich, secretly left the crew, and went straight to Zhao Qingxun.
The assistant couldn't stop Feng Ling, so he had to report to the agent and Jian Ying. Before Feng Ling landed, Zhao Qingxun had already sent a car to the airport to pick her up.
Upon learning that he had returned home from the hospital, Feng Ling trotted all the way to the second floor. Seeing him sitting well at the head of the bed, she was really relieved.
"Axun, why are you sick again..." Feng Ling threw herself into his arms and blamed him in a tender voice. Her small hands were tightly hugging her soft waist, her face pressed against his chest, deeply absorbing the scent of Zhao Qingxun.
"Ahem, I'm fine, baby, don't cry, don't cry..." His girl came back. Zhao Qingxun raised his left hand to reach Feng Ling and hugged her tightly. Her fragrance was on his body, and his fingers could touch her smooth hair. Zhao Qingxun's jealous and confused mood finally calmed down.
It was a little after two in the afternoon in Bern. Feng Ling had just returned and changed her clothes when she saw the nurse pushing a small dining cart into Zhao Qingxun's room. She asked curiously, "Has Axun not had lunch yet?"
"I haven't eaten for two days, including the day of the checkup at the hospital and today. Seeing you come back, the kitchen prepared something new. With you here, Xiaoxun's appetite may be better." The nurse was telling the truth and only talked about Zhao Qingxun's condition, not daring to say anything else.
Feng Ling was stunned. She followed the nurse to the bedside, wiped Zhao Qingxun's hands herself, placed a napkin on his legs, and said with a smile, "You're hungry. Let's eat something together."
"Blame Uncle Song. I wasn't in the hospital, but he scared you back. I'm sorry, baby." Zhao Qingxun kept his calm gaze on Feng Ling, apologizing in a low voice, as he didn't pay attention to eating.
"Uncle Song didn't lie to me. He's so old, don't blame him." Holding his curled right hand, Feng Ling placed her hand on his lower abdomen. Looking closely at Zhao Qingxun's waist and abdomen, she found no hose extending from it. She leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Aren't you using a catheter?"
"Well, the doctor said to stop for a week...there is some infection." Not sure if it was because of the inflammation or swimming, but Zhao Qingxun got infected again and had blood in his urine. He had no choice but to stop using the catheter and put on the diapers he hated.
Smiling at him, Feng Ling opened the soup bowl, filled half a bowl of soup and held it up to feed Zhao Qingxun. She patiently asked him to drink more soup and fed him carefully. Seeing him eat slowly, Feng Ling's smile became brighter and brighter.
Regardless of the consequences, Feng Ling knowingly dropped her job for the first time to fall in love, and she herself had no idea how much trouble it would cause; Zhao Qingxun knew what was going on, but he didn't care. The two of them were in their home in Switzerland, dating each other in a sweet and affectionate way, with only each other in their eyes, and had forgotten everything else.
The heroine mysteriously disappeared, leaving her bewildered assistant to deal with the aftermath. Instead of immediately exposing Feng Ling's problem, the director immediately adjusted the schedule and began filming the male lead's scenes alone, along with the other actors'. The first to notice something was amiss were Song Chaojin's fans. After not seeing the heroine Feng Ling for three days, fans and paparazzi presented various pieces of evidence, concluding that Feng Ling wasn't even on set, sending the entire search engine into a frenzy.
Acting like a big shot, playing missing, having no sense of responsibility, delaying the crew's progress without reason, and disrespecting opposing actors - all kinds of labels were put on Feng Ling's head.
Far away in Bern, Feng Ling was devoted to taking care of her boyfriend. Zhao Qingxun didn't like to eat this or that, so she found many ways to coax him and accompany him, so that he could eat more, feel better, and recover his physical condition faster. She had no time to pay attention to the storm on the Internet.
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