Chapter 30 Chapter 30
With his girlfriend by his side, Zhao Qingxun felt refreshed even though he couldn't move his body. However, he knew in his heart that Fengling's trouble was the company's trouble. He would never allow Fengling to suffer any injustice, let alone let her face the storm.
"Jian Ying, don't worry about the money. Just deal with the negative comments about Bao Bao and the crew." After dinner, Feng Ling was doing aerobics while Zhao Qingxun secretly called his general.
"Don't worry, my big boss. We've already started. I'm communicating with the director. He's satisfied with the figures we've offered and hasn't given us any trouble. He's been quite cooperative. It'll be done soon. I'll keep you updated. Don't worry." Jian Ying repeatedly recounted and assured him on the phone about Feng Ling. He knew his boss had a cold personality and a clear mind, but when it came to matters related to his girlfriend, he had no patience and demanded it to be completed as quickly as possible.
Taking his temperature wasn't enough. Feng Ling deliberately touched Zhao Qingxun's forehead, even bending down to hug him, but without any desire, simply to feel his body heat, rubbing against his ears, neck, and collarbone to confirm it was normal. Zhao Qingxun, known for his aloofness and calm self-possession, would blush and feel his heart skip a beat at her touch. After confirming he was no longer feverish, Feng Ling would pull the blanket over him and then turn to check on his diaper. This left Zhao Qingxun with no place to expend his tender affection, unable to move, and causing his hands and feet to tremble uncomfortably.
"Are you cold? It's me, Axun, don't be afraid." Feng Ling noticed that his right hand was shaking, and she held his thin and dry hand to comfort him, like coaxing a child, so cute and innocent.
"Hehe, you are by my side, what should I be afraid of, baby, I am not cold, come here, sit for a while." He moved his left hand gently, motioning her to sit beside him and stop busying herself.
"Let me change your diaper."
"No, let the nurse do it."
His left hand finally hooked his girlfriend's fingers, holding the warm little hand, Zhao Qingxun held it tightly and refused to let go.
After Zhao Qingxun's appetite recovered and he no longer had uncomfortable convulsions, Feng Ling continued to accompany him who was bedridden and receiving intravenous drips every day. The two of them listened to music and watched movies together. She took the trouble to wipe his body and change his clothes herself. She would accompany him by the bed every time he received an infusion and insisted on feeding him medicine on time. She did not leave until Zhao Qingxun's urine was clear and his body was obviously better. In a blink of an eye, she stayed in Switzerland for half a month.
The bad comments have been cleared up, but Feng Ling's reputation for her work has been somewhat affected. She did disappear from the crew for more than ten days and has not yet explained what she did.
Flying back to the crew and facing Song Chaojin again, Feng Ling felt strange. Zhao Qingxun admitted to her in person that he and Song Chaojin were indeed good friends in the circle, but that was his life before he was 20 years old. There would be no Song Chaojin in his future life.
Acting opposite Song Chaojin, Feng Ling felt extremely nervous and embarrassed when she thought about the fact that he was once her boyfriend's friend. She couldn't tell Song Chaojin anything, so she could only apologize in a low voice, saying that she was sorry for delaying the filming due to personal matters.
Song Chaojin didn't know where Feng Ling had gone or what she had done, but it was nothing more than a private matter concerning family or love. He generously said that it was nothing and politely didn't ask the reason, which eased Feng Ling's embarrassment.
Song Chaojin, who is one year older than Zhao Qingxun, has maintained his skin and figure. He and Feng Ling do not seem to have the age gap. The handsome man and beautiful woman fill the screen and are very pleasing to the eye. The couple's sense of couple is very strong. In the leaked photos and behind-the-scenes footage, everyone praised their performance and is full of expectations. The filming was well-funded and well-prepared. With Zhao Lanyin's company as the escort, the filming of the entire drama went very smoothly and entered the final stage as scheduled.
Telling himself that Fengling was working, Zhao Qingxun repeatedly looked at those beautiful photos and Reuters, threw them away, looked at them again, and threw them away again. He half leaned against the headboard and kept struggling. The struggle in his heart was no different from a war.
Finally, Zhao Qingxun got up, sat in the wheelchair, and silently dialed Jian Ying's number in the study.
The mysterious capital tycoon, Mr. J, secured a collector's-grade square diamond at a highly anticipated auction, yet he refused to even reveal his face, let alone an interview. Meanwhile, Jian Ying manipulated his subordinates and bribed professional hackers to deliver real, secret information. Overnight, rumors of tax evasion by key crew members and inappropriate comments by minor actors spread online. These incriminating facts significantly impacted the schedule of this high-quality TV series, forcing it to be temporarily suppressed and unable to air on schedule.
The work she had worked so hard to complete could not be broadcast as scheduled. As an actor, Feng Ling was powerless to do anything about it. She could only quickly withdraw, return to her own life, and prepare for the next work.
In her own private time, Feng Ling was invited by Zhao Qingxun to go back to Switzerland to celebrate her birthday.
As soon as she got off the plane and boarded the car, Feng Ling knew something was different before she could even take in the scenery. She could smell Zhao Qingxun's unique scent: clean, refreshing, and tinged with a hint of agarwood. She looked closely and saw, as expected, Zhao Qingxun, wearing a white shirt, black pants, and a vest, half-lying in the seat, his body mostly covered by a thin gray blanket. He looked at her with a gentle smile.
"Baby, welcome to Zurich." Zhao Qingxun raised his pointed chin and stretched out his left hand towards the wind chime.
"Oh my God, Axun, you, how long have you been waiting for me? You actually came to Zurich to pick me up!" Feng Ling was so surprised. It took more than two hours to get from his home in Bern to Zurich Airport. Adding Zhao Qingxun's preparations before going out, it took him almost four hours to wait for Feng Ling this time. For Zhao Qingxun's body, it was a huge project.
"I miss you. It's my duty to pick you up." As a boyfriend, he couldn't walk, had been bedridden all year round, and even needed Feng Ling's constant care. Zhao Qingxun's heart was already full of guilt.
"Okay, okay, thank you, Axun." Zhao Qingxun squatted down and hugged him. She hugged her arm back and gave it a weak squeeze. Feng Ling saw the cute doll on the seat and the snacks, drinks, and thin blanket prepared for her.
Before returning, the bodyguards helped Zhao Qingxun put on a neck brace and turned him over to stabilize his body. Maintaining one posture for too long would be a disaster for his paralyzed body and must be avoided.
Seeing the bent and raised paralyzed legs having their shoes taken off and placed in a side-lying position, Feng Ling helped to clamp a blanket around Zhao Qingxun's thin body to ensure that the numb joints would not be twisted. Only then did everyone return to their seats and start to return.
Zhao Qingxun booked a holiday villa in Bern with a particularly beautiful view and celebrated Fengling's birthday outdoors, which was a rare occasion.
Blue sky, white clouds and green grass. At noon the next day, when the sun was at its best, Feng Ling carefully held his thin right hand. Zhao Qingxun drove the wheelchair himself. The two of them slowly walked from the flower path to the lawn to take pictures and celebrate his birthday.
She turned her head to look at Zhao Qingxun's formal attire, then looked down at her own white dress. For a moment, Feng Ling even thought he was going to propose.
"Baby, happy birthday. Now that you have grown up, you are able to go wherever you want to go." The handsome and weak lover, sitting in a wheelchair, presented a diamond to Feng Ling. Zhao Qingxun's tone and tenderness were incomparable to any male artist Feng Ling had worked with. His face and voice were naturally suitable for being an actor, but he was trapped in a wheelchair forever.
"Thank you, my dear Axun." She bent down to hug and kiss him, pulled up her skirt, squatted beside the footrest of the wheelchair, and asked him to put the ring on her finger. Being loved wholeheartedly by the person she fell in love with as a girl, Feng Ling felt that she was the happiest girl in her life.
Zhao Qingxun couldn't hold anything with his right hand, so he put the box on his legs, curled up the small box with his right hand, took out the ring with his left hand, and slowly put it on Feng Ling's middle finger. The light of the ten-carat yellow diamond was particularly dazzling in the sunlight. At this moment, in Feng Ling's heart, she had already married herself to him.
From the moment they started dating, Zhao Qingxun had showered his beloved with countless valuable gifts without blinking an eye. His own health was failing, and he cared little for material possessions. Paralyzed, Zhao Qingxun was bedridden for extended periods, relying on a nurse for care, including dressing and toileting. His spine, which had undergone surgery, was in constant pain, and his life was far from easy. It was Feng Ling who made him take extra care of himself, striving to give her a young and clean lover. He couldn't do much else for her.
Jian Ying was a prodigy, not only a genius at business management but also a leading figure in the economic field. With limited assets, he helped Zhao Qingxun invest. Seeing the huge returns, Zhao Qingxun not only fulfilled his contract but also gave Jian Ying a generous thank-you fee. Their relationship grew increasingly relaxed, with one earning while the other benefited without doing anything. Over the course of two or three years, Zhao Qingxun's personal assets had skyrocketed several times over.
Zhao Qingxun is a generous and selfless person. He treats Jian Ying generously, and Feng Ling with support and support. He not only protects her, but also constantly ponders how to empower Feng Ling and gradually turn her into capital.
"Axun, how many jewelry have you given me? Too many." Two days after receiving the new diamond, Feng Ling dared to hug Zhao Qingxun and act coquettishly, implicitly expressing that Zhao Qingxun was too extravagant.
Zhao Qingxun accompanied her to an online course. During the break, he drank a sip of water his girlfriend had given him. He was lowering the headboard to relieve the pressure on his back when he heard her whining. He stopped what he was doing and looked at her. "How can a girl complain about having too many jewelry? Baby, do you dislike me?"
"It's not that I dislike it, it's just that I think it's too expensive and I feel bad for your wallet." Feng Ling made a cute expression and hurriedly explained.
"My baby is an international star, worthy of all the best. I can't give you all the best yet, but what I have will always be yours." After explaining seriously, Zhao Qingxun touched Feng Ling's hand, pulled her closer to him, and gently kissed the back of her hand. "Your man is quite rich, so don't worry and accept it."
After hearing the promise and seeing his bright eyes full of smiles, Feng Ling felt completely relieved.
"I am also very rich, enough to support you, so you can rest assured." Feng Ling was taught by Zhao Qingxun, and she herself has gradually changed from a little girl obsessed with saving money to a heroine who knows how to make money.
She established a charitable foundation on her 19th birthday and began formal fundraising at 21. The environmental technology company she invested in went public in its fifth year, and her profits multiplied tenfold. At 24, Feng Ling has transitioned from actress to diversified investor, transforming her personal brand into capital and achieving financial freedom.
The head of the bed was laid completely flat, Feng Ling held Zhao Qingxun, helped him straighten his back, and arranged his hands and feet to lie down. Then she held his back and thighs, exerted force to turn him sideways, and pulled out his right hand that was pressed by his abdomen. Feng Ling straightened his head and neck, and then fixed his thighs and body, completing a perfect turn.
"Thank you, baby." Seeing her bring the urine bag from behind to the front, Zhao Qingxun wanted to cover the bag immediately, but his left arm was pressed under his body, so he could only move his mouth to express his gratitude.
"Thank you for raising you?" The delicate little face immediately came over and kissed his cheek.
"Well, I'll raise it for you."
The young couple was so sweet that Zhao Qingxun didn't want Feng Ling to take care of him, hold him, or massage him, but Feng Ling liked to stick to him. Kissing and hugging him was a daily routine, and she often helped take care of his body and skin, and even helped him take a bath.
His only strong hand couldn't push his girlfriend away, so Zhao Qingxun naturally wouldn't be mean to her. He could only coax her in a low voice, which had no deterrent effect and was more like a coquettish flirtation.
When the two of them took a bath, Zhao Qingxun could only hold the handrail with his left hand to keep his balance and could not do anything else. But Feng Ling still liked to play with him. Seeing the usually cold man sitting in the bathtub helplessly allowing her to bully him, Feng Ling would deliberately hug him and kiss him, or blindfold him so that he would not know what she was doing. She was so happy.
The joyful flow of water seemed like an aphrodisiac, and an active girlfriend was an angel. Zhao Qingxun's limp body sank into her arms again and again, getting deeper and deeper.
In fact, he really likes being taken care of by Feng Ling. After being paralyzed for ten years, Zhao Qingxun's personality and mood have changed a lot. He doesn't want to be taken care of by her because he is afraid that she will be tired, annoyed, and gradually dislike him because he is disabled and unable to take care of himself. The reason why he keeps sending gifts is that Zhao Qingxun wants to surpass all the healthy and wealthy men. He only wants Feng Ling to have more of what other girls have.
"Baby has gone out to make money, Axun, please wait for me at home." Feng Ling had several business activities and important fan meetings waiting for her, so she had to separate from Zhao Qingxun and fly back to Beijing to meet fans and investors.
Zhao Qingxun walked his girlfriend to the car door in a wheelchair. He looked up at her with a burning gaze and assured her with a smile, "She won't run away or get lost. Don't worry, baby."
He hopes to be her better lover and even more eager to be her long-term partner. However, due to his physical disability, Zhao Qingxun's deep inferiority complex holds him tightly, and he can no longer leave her.
Complete recovery is impossible, but Zhao Qingxun also wants to make himself better through rehabilitation exercises. Because of Feng Ling, he has the motivation to get better. When she is not around, Zhao Qingxun plans to take advantage of the warmth and comfort of summer to exercise more in order to improve his physical condition.
Zhao Qingxun has no feeling in his lower limbs, and can't move them, so he can only passively receive massages and exercises. He still has a good amount of sensation in his upper body, so he's started working on his arms more, doing various upper limb exercises every day with a therapist. He enjoys adventurous sports, and swimming is the only activity he can currently do. So, the therapist arranged for a swimming coach to take him to the pool again and again, much to their delight.
Since he could swim, it was easy for Zhao Qingxun to adapt to the pool water and his progress was very obvious. After being carried into the swimming pool, he soon no longer needed support and was able to play in the water for a while. For someone who had been paralyzed for ten years, it seemed like he could move independently for a while. This feeling cannot be understood by healthy people.
A nurse was always by Zhao Qingxun's side. Even when he said he wanted to swim on his own, the nurse, under the orders of Housekeeper Song, stayed only an arm's length away from him. He couldn't swim fast, so it wasn't dangerous. But after so many days of playing, Zhao Qingxun's limbs might have been a little tired, and his legs, which had been unable to move, began to cramp without warning.
Zhao Qingxun didn't feel the slightest bit of pain or discomfort until the convulsions became so severe that he was submerged in the water. The nurse next to him noticed and immediately dove in to hold him, keeping his mouth and nose above water to prevent him from choking. The coach also came over quickly, quickly carrying him to shore.
"Xiaoxun, how are you?" Hearing the noise, the elderly housekeeper Song ran to the swimming pool. He was really scared. Seeing Zhao Qingxun in the coach's arms, with his body tilted and spitting water, he immediately suggested calling an ambulance.
In the water, due to leg cramps, Zhao Qingxun sank as if someone was pulling him down. His nose and mouth were choked. He drank several mouthfuls of water in discomfort, but he did not have enough strength to spit out all the water immediately, which affected his breathing and made him unable to speak for a while. However, he did not faint and was conscious the entire time.
Zhao Qingxun fell into the coach's arms, unable to get up, his paralyzed legs still kicking. His legs were thin and weak, and the coach didn't take it seriously at all. But Zhao Qingxun himself couldn't bear it, the beating was too painful.
"No, no, no..." He didn't want an ambulance, and reluctantly raised his left hand and waved it towards the housekeeper.
"Xiaoxun, you... Butler Song immediately squatted beside them and found that Zhao Qingxun was conscious. He felt relieved and did not call an ambulance immediately.
The nurse carried Zhao Qingxun over steadily and checked his condition carefully. He found that he had vomited the water he had choked on. His face did not look good and his lips were bluish-gray, but otherwise he was normal.
When everyone thought it was a false alarm and believed that Zhao Qingxun's cramps in the swimming pool were a minor accident and that he would be fine, Zhao Qingxun began to have a fever that night and the high fever did not go away. After tossing and turning all night, he was rushed to the hospital in the early morning.
Feng Ling called him every day to say hello, but he wasn't swimming, but was admitted to the hospital. She was really scared. "Uncle Song, how is he? Is the fever gone?"
Housekeeper Song reported truthfully: "The high fever has subsided, but it's still a low-grade fever. The examination showed a problem with the lungs. Detailed examinations are still underway. Don't worry, baby. I'm in the hospital all the time."
Feng Ling was so anxious that she burst into tears. She couldn't say much to the housekeeper yet. She could only pray that Zhao Qingxun was okay and would be discharged home soon. "Okay, Uncle Song, thank you for your hard work. Please send me his test results directly when they come out."
As a result, Zhao Qingxun was hospitalized for a week and could not go home. Not only did he have a lung infection and inflammation, but the most serious thing was that his right ear was inflamed. The doctor said that the inflammation was definitely not caused by choking on water or swallowing water. It must have been caused by water in the ear for many days and no one noticed it.
She participated in activities one after another, and Feng Ling was also carrying out the subsequent shooting of commercial advertisements and brand activities one by one, but Zhao Qingxun was seriously ill. Seeing him lying weakly in the hospital through video every day, Feng Ling felt very sad and could not stay there any longer. She heard that his ear injury might be so serious that it affected his hearing. She could no longer pretend to smile, so she bought herself a plane ticket and flew back to Switzerland.
The planned work was delayed again by Feng Ling due to personal reasons.
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