Chapter 37 Chapter 37
After two months of separation, Feng Ling returned to Bern and saw that Zhao Qingxun had not only recovered and been discharged from the hospital, but his hairstyle had also changed. He no longer had a serious bun or a 3:7 split hairstyle, but had long hair ends and delicate sideburns. The cool and trendy style made Feng Ling's eyes light up.
"Who recommended this hairstyle to you?" Lying in Zhao Qingxun's arms, Feng Ling hugged his waist with a smile, and looked up at the protruding Adam's apple at the collar of his shirt with only one button open.
"Is it ugly or beautiful?" With his left hand around her back, Zhao Qingxun moved his right arm vigorously, as if he was interacting with his girlfriend.
"You look several years younger. You should change your clothes. You should wear a necklace and a bracelet, like a singing boy." She knew that his clothes were mostly light-colored, easy to put on and take off, and the fabrics were comfortable. Most importantly, this man had always had good taste in clothes, and he looked good in everything he wore.
"Okay, it's better than letting people think that I'm your brother." He lowered his head and spoke to her with a smile. Feng Ling came back, and Zhao Qingxun was in a good mood. All of a sudden, all his illnesses and troubles were forgotten.
"Put on another one... eh?" Reaching out to touch his ear, Feng Ling suddenly felt a beige "earphone" that fit tightly behind his ear, but Zhao Qingxun could no longer hear with his right ear, so this couldn't be an earphone.
Zhao Qingxun moved his head and explained to her, "It's a hearing aid."
Watching his lips move, Feng Ling was stunned. She glared at Zhao Qingxun with her round eyes and teased him coquettishly, "When did this happen? You didn't even tell me."
"It was my mother. She asked someone to make it. She just tried it on the day before yesterday. Actually... it's not very clear yet, and there are noises..." First of all, Zhao Lanyin chose the most sensitive and compact one. She had communicated with the hearing aid company for a long time about Zhao Qingxun's situation. Zhao Qingxun was just trying this hearing aid, and it was not yet certain whether he would wear it for a long time.
"I understand. If you don't feel comfortable wearing it, then don't wear it." Feng Ling turned over and sat up, hugging Zhao Qingxun again. The two of them were so happy after a short separation. When Feng Ling saw Zhao Qingxun, she turned back into a teenage sister, always wanting to hug him, not wanting to be separated for a moment.
After the meal, Feng Ling found that Zhao Qingxun had been fed water and medicine directly by the nurse, and no longer relied on nasogastric tubes. Seeing her surprised look, Zhao Qingxun swallowed a few pills mixed with water. After making sure that he would not choke or feel nauseous, he smiled and spoke to her, "What? So unexpected?"
"Can I eat a little? It won't be uncomfortable, right?" Feng Ling was once so afraid that Zhao Qingxun would fall seriously ill. Now that she sees him getting better, she really feels that all her efforts are worth it and the wait is meaningful.
Nodding, Zhao Qingxun did not forget to tease her, "Yes, I really worked hard to taste your birthday cake."
He's gotten much better. When Feng Ling is exercising, Zhao Qingxun is also working hard to exercise his paralyzed limbs. When Feng Ling eats, he's willing to stay by her side in a wheelchair, wearing a power glove on his left hand, and sits steadily to eat with her. He gradually started eating again, and the results are very good. He no longer vomits or has nausea. Both physically and mentally, Zhao Qingxun has completely accepted himself, and he's really getting better.
Feng Ling knew that Zhao Qingxun was preparing for her birthday, but she still didn't expect that the preparations were too thoughtful and full of surprises.
First, Zhao Qingxun took the initiative to go to the hospital and asked the doctor to check and assess his physical condition. The result was very good. The nasogastric tube was directly removed and he resumed normal eating.
Then, Feng Ling received more jewelry, including diamond rings of various sizes that she had received over the years with Zhao Qingxun. This pink diamond was the eighth one. Moreover, along with the pink diamond came the busy man Jian Ying who came in person to celebrate Feng Ling's birthday.
"I am the only lucky one. They don't recognize Qingxun, so they can only wait for you to come back to give you a birthday present." Presenting the valuable gift entrusted by Zhao Qingxun, the humble and elegant Jian Ying looked like a business tycoon, not only Zhao Qingxun's most capable subordinate, but also his good friend and partner.
Jian Ying also brought gifts he prepared for Feng Ling, which was a super VIP card for a Japanese restaurant that he invested in and opened, as well as a set of crystal glasses made by a famous artist. The gifts were thoughtful and meaningful, which touched Feng Ling deeply.
"Thank you, Brother Jian Ying. Mom has a movie to shoot soon, so I'll be back soon." Just as Jian Ying said, her agent, assistant, and many good friends couldn't get together because of Zhao Qingxun, but Zhao Lanyin had a movie almost ready, so she believed that the day for her to return to Beijing was not far away.
On the birthday night, Zhao Lanyin took the lead in presenting the carefully prepared gifts. After Zhao Qingxun gave out the gifts, he just sat happily in the wheelchair. Feng Ling was so moved that she didn't know what to say. Fortunately, she didn't cry because she was afraid that her exquisite makeup would be ruined.
"Thank you, Axun. I am so happy to spend my seventh birthday with you." On this birthday, Feng Ling silently made a wish that this day would come every year, and she would always celebrate her birthday with Zhao Qingxun.
"Everyone has given their gifts. I have one last gift for you, my baby. Please accept it."
Feng Ling made a wish and blew out the candles. The lights in the hall came on. Amid the applause of her closest people, Zhao Qingxun changed into a custom-made suit and leather shoes, sat upright in his wheelchair, and drove the wheelchair closer to Feng Ling from the sofa. He picked up the document with a bow on it that had appeared on his knees at some point and gave it to Feng Ling.
You don't need to look to know that it must be a valuable gift such as real estate or stocks. Zhao Qingxun didn't even let the pink diamond ring appear as the last gift, which shows that the weight of this gift is extraordinary.
"Axun, there are so many gifts. I will be proud." After receiving the gifts, Feng Ling didn't have time to take a closer look. She had already bent down and gently hugged Zhao Qingxun's neck, whispering sweetly in his ear.
His right hand was resting on his leg and shaking gently. Zhao Qingxun was wearing a wrist guard to prevent his paralyzed hand from curling inwards so much. However, he could not lift it up no matter how hard he tried. He had to use his left hand to touch Feng Ling's face. His girl deserved the best in the world. Although he did not speak, his eyes were filled with deep affection. Anyone could see that Zhao Qingxun loved Feng Ling terribly.
Feng Ling did have her own plans. At 25, after so many years of study and work, she felt qualified to enter the next stage of her life. As luck would have it, her lover agreed. In their spacious bedroom, Feng Ling sat on Zhao Qingxun's lap, letting him steer her forward in his wheelchair. Although she couldn't be carried like a princess, this way of doing things was still his uniquely romantic way.
"This skin is so white and tender, Axun, you never age." Taking the opportunity of intimate contact, Feng Ling kept stroking Zhao Qingxun. Not only his face, she thought he was handsome everywhere.
"You already have wrinkles, so you can still look good if you remove this tube. Otherwise, you'll look like a monster." Zhao Qingxun rubbed her high nose bridge with his nose. He couldn't feel the specific weight of the person in his arms, but he could tell that her body was a little tired and she was panting slightly when she spoke.
After opening the gift and looking at it carefully, Feng Ling was not only moved, but also shocked. Zhao Qingxun transferred all the shares of the company managed by Jian Ying, which was the company that signed the contract with Feng Ling, to herself; and all the shares he held in the Feng Ling Foundation were also transferred to herself. This meant that Feng Ling became the only boss with absolute say in her acting career and the daily operations of the foundation.
"Axun, do you think I can do this?" In front of love, money becomes a number.
Seeing Feng Ling's incredulous face, Zhao Qingxun moved the wheelchair closer and said to her softly, "I think that at the age of 25, you are fully capable of mastering these things, so I'm giving it to you."
Her eyes brightened noticeably. He did not take the opportunity to express his love, nor did he bind her with morality and love. Instead, just as she thought, at the age of 25, Feng Ling also felt that she had grown up.
Feng Ling wanted to do something big, but although he didn't know whether he would succeed, he thought about it for a long time and decided to give it a try.
Starting that night, Feng Ling secretly stopped using contraception. Zhao Qingxun was physically disabled, and his range of movement was very limited. He could only sit in a wheelchair or lie in bed. Especially in bed, when the lights were dimmed, Feng Ling had tampered with the condom, and Zhao Qingxun had no chance to notice it while lying down.
"Come with me. After we finish filming, we'll come back together." Feng Ling signed Zhao Lanyin's new movie, which was about to start shooting, and begged Zhao Qingxun to accompany her.
"Okay, okay, if I can't make you happy anymore, don't despise me." He was reluctant to part with Feng Ling. Now that he was feeling better, Zhao Qingxun was naturally willing to stay with her. However, his body was not as good as an average person's after all. It had been a long time since he had been with his girlfriend, and the next day he was still too tired to get out of bed. Zhao Qingxun was shy and annoyed, and was very afraid that if he stayed with her for a long time, the more mature and sensible girl would dislike him.
With Zhao Qingxun's company, Zhao Lanyin turned a blind eye to Feng Ling. The young couple hid secretly near the filming location. They did not stay in a hotel, but directly rented a large villa and modified the security system. Zhao Qingxun lived in it comfortably with a caregiver.
"I also have a beautiful girl in my house, hehe." Feng Ling successfully carried Zhao Qingxun to the bed. She hugged him happily, and didn't forget to take advantage of her boyfriend with her little mouth.
Sure enough, Zhao Qingxun couldn't catch her even if he stretched out his hands, so he had to pretend to be angry and leaned on the pillow humming.
The owner of this villa bought it for high-end travel and temporarily rented it out. Fengling looked around and, although there was little accessibility, the overall cleanliness and spaciousness, along with the stunning views, made her quite satisfied. After all, only a small number of people require barrier-free facilities, and if you were to rent a place based on that requirement, you'd probably be hard-pressed to find a satisfactory place.
When shooting art films, crying scenes are the most challenging. Apart from that, Feng Ling mostly enjoys the process of creating another person's life.
Apart from filming, in this uniquely shaped house with flowers on the first floor and the sea view on the second floor, sitting on the sofa feels like being in a sea of flowers, and lying on the bed feels like pillowing on the sea. On the bed and the sofa, memories of the love between a young couple are left one after another.
Around winter, the filming of the entire movie was completed, and Feng Ling and Zhao Qingxun returned to Switzerland.
Originally, Zhao Lanyin wanted to take Fengling to stay in Beijing, as the script for her next movie was basically finalized. When Zhao Qingxun said he wanted to take Fengling away, Zhao Lanyin immediately agreed and did not force her to stay.
In the New Year's filmmaker selection, Zhao Lan's new work and Feng Ling's new film were not shortlisted for the European Awards, which made movie fans feel regretful.
"Baby, don't be sad." Zhao Qingxun was watching the live broadcast with his girlfriend. When he learned that he was not shortlisted, he busily operated the nursing bed, raised his upper body, and tried to reach out to hug Feng Ling.
She crawled into Zhao Qingxun's arms, and her trembling arms were pressed down by her. Feng Ling hugged him, buried her face in his thin chest, and sobbed.
"Oh? Don't cry, keep trying next time, baby?" The thin back under his hand rose and fell. Isn't this too sad? Zhao Qingxun couldn't get up, couldn't even hug her tightly. He could only pat her back gently and call her name softly. There was no other way.
"Hahaha, I'm not sad." After hugging him for a while, she secretly looked up and kissed Zhao Qingxun, her eyes curved with a smile, and she really didn't cry. "It's impossible to win every award. I'm not sad, and I hope mom won't be sad either."
Zhao Qingxun then let out a long sigh.
Although some people say that Zhao Lan has run out of talent and Feng Ling's secret to becoming an actress has lost its effectiveness, the people involved are not affected at all and continue to live wonderful lives.
It was a cold winter with snow falling. It was a rare opportunity for Feng Ling and Zhao Qingxun to spend some relaxing and happy time together, without any illness or work worries.
But the relaxation and happiness were too easily broken. On the eve of the Spring Festival, when everyone was busy preparing for the traditional festival, Feng Ling, who had always been in good health, had a poor appetite for several days, which made Zhao Qingxun worried. Influenced by her, he had not eaten properly for several meals.
"I'm really fine, there's no need to go to the hospital, Axun, don't worry, I just want to lose weight." Because Zhao Qingxun asked Butler Song to call a family doctor, Feng Ling hurriedly stopped him.
"But you have lost weight." Boys often don't understand girls' thoughts. Zhao Qingxun looked at Feng Ling's slender waist and her unsatisfactory complexion, and was still worried.
"Let's go eat." She shook his curled up right hand, gently took up the thin hand that was so thin that only bones were left, and Feng Ling signaled Zhao Qingxun to drive the wheelchair, and the two of them went downstairs to have breakfast together.
I had privately told her not to have milk, so Feng Ling was satisfied to see that there was soy milk in front of her.
She picked up the cup and took a sip of the soy milk. As the sweet soy milk entered her mouth, it seemed as if sharp thorns grew out of it. Feng Ling didn't even have time to go to the bathroom. She turned her head and spit the soy milk onto the floor.
It wasn't over yet. She held onto the corner of the table and continued to vomit. Even though there was nothing in her stomach, she still had bouts of dry heaving.
Seeing her in so much pain, Zhao Qingxun was stunned. His hands trembled for a long time before he finally touched the wheelchair control lever. He finally got out of the seat and wheelchair to Feng Ling's side. Zhao Qingxun's voice was also trembling as he turned his head to ask her, "Baby, what's wrong with you? Does your stomach hurt? Don't be afraid, let's go to the hospital, right now."
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