Chapter 42 Chapter 42
The two exchanged a few tender words, already like an old married couple. Feng Ling soon noticed that Zhao Qingxun was forcing himself to stay awake. She brought him his bedtime medicine and sat down beside him, reaching under his neck to hug him. He barely nuzzled his head against hers, unable to muster any strength.
Feng Ling fed him the medicine, held him in her arms for a while, and whispered goodnight in his ear, "Axun, go to sleep. You're tired. I'll stay by your side and play with my phone for a while before I go back to sleep."
Zhao Qingxun nodded in response to her in her arms. He watched the bed being adjusted back to a lying position, and then saw Feng Ling lying sideways facing him. He quickly browsed through the emails and read the messages. Gradually, he couldn't open his eyes and fell asleep.
Despite his long absence from Beijing, the master bedroom still contained a nursing bed and medical supplies for Zhao Qingxun's daily needs. This home had always prioritized his comfort, and now with little Beibei back home, the three of them brought a joyful New Year's atmosphere that instantly filled the entire house.
After the exhaustion and fatigue of the previous day, Zhao Qingxun had a low fever, numbness and pain in his back, stiff limbs, and was unable to get up the next day.
She had gotten used to Zhao Qingxun having trouble getting out of bed and feeling uncomfortable from time to time, but Feng Ling would never neglect him. The caregiver massaged his paralyzed legs, and she also had something to say to him, "Jian Ying told me that he's keeping an eye on us. Don't worry, just get some rest."
"I'm a missing person, why should you worry? It's okay." The one who can make him worry is always her, and now, there is also little Beibei.
The direction of public opinion is also a mystery. No one can fully grasp it, not even Zhao Qingxun.
Zhao Qingxun has always been well taken care of. He is both unfortunate and happy. He has never been in a miserable state or lonely and helpless. Feng Ling, who is doubly cared for by him, is also the one who takes the initiative to return to take care of him.
From a relative to a lover, Feng Ling has always been willing to bathe, change clothes, feed and give water to Zhao Qingxun. Even after becoming a big star, she still does everything herself. Most of the time, Zhao Qingxun doesn't want her to do these things, but now the situation is that since he has done it, he will accept it calmly and no longer resist like before.
"My fans are so nice. They don't mind your age. Song Chaojin, who is one year older than you, was almost driven to depression by their criticism." Feng Ling covered her face with her hands while laughing after seeing the interesting news. She couldn't help but share it with Zhao Qingxun.
Zhao Qingxun was lying down for physical therapy, currently receiving electrotherapy on his legs. When he heard Feng Ling mention Song Chaojin, he curled his lips and said, "I'm your relative, but you and Chaojin are just working together. How can that be the same?"
"Hahahaha... they said you're pretty, but they didn't say who's close to you." Feng Ling couldn't help but laugh. She continued, "They also said we're suitable for a movie where the superior bows his head and chases his wife to the crematorium. Mr. Zhao, would you like to work with us?"
No matter how much massage and physical therapy he received, his numb legs and feet were still paralyzed on the bed without any function. Zhao Qingxun was so angry that he wanted to pull the little girl over and kiss her, but he couldn't get up, so he could only lie on the bed and reach out to her.
This generation of fans are really gossipy. It would be a waste for the golden boy and girl not to cooperate. Everyone says that real couples are easier to deal with, and they strongly demand that Zhao Qingxun return to film and support his family.
The temperature in the room was very high. Zhao Qingxun operated the nursing bed on his mobile phone and slowly raised the head of the bed. He saw that his legs were placed at the same angle, his loose pants were rolled up, and a pair of shrunken and thin calves were exposed. They were trembling slightly with the work of the electrodes. The nurse held his feet that were tilted on the bed sheet with both hands and kept kneading them.
If Zhao Qingxun didn't look at all this, he wouldn't feel anything at all, just like the urine slowly flowing out of the body through the transparent hose, he didn't feel anything at all.
A paralyzed body, except for the face which has not changed much over the years, the other parts cannot survive without external help and maintenance.
"I play the villain with a disability but a strong will. You, play the role of the favored little princess." Zhao Qingxun smiled with pursed lips. He didn't mind Feng Ling's joke on him. He was indeed unable to take care of himself. The most important thing was that Feng Ling didn't dislike him. As a father, he had now accepted his disability calmly.
"Oh, I'm so afraid that our family will be exposed. Song Chaojin really came and he wants to see you." After reading the various messages on the mobile phone, Feng Ling casually talked about the current situation.
"Baby, I'm telling you, you must remember, no matter how much trouble it is when they chase you and follow you, you must remember, safety, your safety comes first." Zhao Qingxun's waist slumped in the cushion, and he couldn't straighten up, so he had to reach out and take Feng Ling's hand. In his low, magnetic voice, he hurriedly explained to Feng Ling again, "We don't want to be exposed. Yes, I don't want them to know that I'm a paralyzed useless person, and I don't want to admit it... But, the most important thing is you. I'm not important. Protect yourself." His fingers stroked Feng Ling's long hair and cheeks, and Zhao Qingxun's affection and worry were beyond words. They both knew that life in the future would only be more troublesome. Reporters and all kinds of illegitimate children would chase Feng Ling frantically, and they would make things worse because they might take pictures of two big stars at once.
Holding his frail body, Feng Ling tried to support him. With the relationship exposed, Zhao Qingxun's life would become more inconvenient. His daily life and medical treatment might be disturbed by secret cameras at any time. In fact, Zhao Qingxun's whereabouts would be exposed sooner or later. It was only a matter of time.
After the physiotherapy treatment for both legs was finished, the nurse packed up and left. Zhao Qingxun refused to let Feng Ling leave. He had something to say, "Baby, I'm sorry. You've been with me for six years, and you've suffered so much, but you never complained to me. I know that everything is my fault. I selfishly hid and pretended to be dead, and I failed to protect you. Time and time again, you were misunderstood, suspected, and slandered..."
"Alright, alright," Feng Ling supported his increasingly crooked body, and naturally placed her hand on Zhao Qingxun's thigh, avoiding the urine bag on the nursing pad. She moved closer to him, looked at him deeply, and confessed tenderly, "I don't care about the form, because I know how good you are, because I love you very much. I am very happy to be with you, and I have never been wronged."
"Baby, do you want a wedding?" Zhao Qingxun made up his mind vaguely. If Feng Ling wanted it, he would definitely propose.
Immediately shaking her head, Feng Ling answered him seriously, "I don't want that formality. I have a love that is a hundred times better than a wedding. I have you."
Looking at the wind chimes carefully, Zhao Qingxun paused for a moment before slowly saying, "I actually want to have a wedding with you, but my body is so poor that I can only use a wheelchair. I might not be able to hold on in that kind of occasion."
If it was just the two of them at the wedding, it wouldn't be grand and social enough. But if they invited friends and family, Zhao Qingxun was paralyzed and couldn't even sit up. Even if the two of them had the wedding, anyone who saw him would feel regretful and sad.
"I understand, I understand everything, Axun. I understand that you are not feeling well and don't want to be seen by others. I don't want a wedding. Since we both think that weddings are tiring and not necessary in life, then let's not have one. I am already satisfied to be with you." Being injured and paralyzed was not what he wanted. Feng Ling could understand the feeling of a sick body not wanting to be stared at by others.
Zhao Qingxun's current health allows him to sit elegantly in a wheelchair with the help of a brace, which largely conceals the deformity of his legs and feet. But why should he suffer that? Both of them are public figures, aren't they getting enough attention and comments?
As a female celebrity, Feng Ling endorses many high-end jewelry and dress brands, and whenever she appears in public, she's always the center of attention. As Zhao Qingxun's girlfriend, Feng Ling also enjoys the ultimate in love, enjoying her lover's beauty and emotional value without reservation. While Zhao Qingxun isn't a wealthy man financially, he dotes on his girlfriend with remarkable devotion. Now, with a child, they can say their relationship is fulfilling. Feng Ling has no regrets; she simply wants to live with Zhao Qingxun, and other trivial matters don't matter.
There are some things that don't need to be said between lovers. Zhao Qingxun knows that Feng Ling loves him very much, and his biggest problem is no longer his disability, but his physical condition that is gradually declining faster than that of ordinary people. In order to give his lover more sense of security, Zhao Qingxun also actively started rehabilitation exercises. It is not just as simple as celebrating the Spring Festival. He is planning to live in Beijing with Feng Ling for a long time.
There are still so many daily affairs to deal with, but with Feng Ling around to take care of Beibei, Zhao Qingxun feels a little more relaxed. He invites two rehabilitation doctors to his home every day and truly starts the "devil training".
Feng Ling thought that no matter how many rehabilitation teachers there were, the rehabilitation Zhao Qingxun performed was nothing more than exercising his arms and moving his legs and feet to prevent joint stiffness and deformation caused by long-term wheelchair sitting. At most, there would be some interesting tricks, but there was no essential difference.
That afternoon, Feng Ling returned home early from work, a rare occasion. Since she didn't need to go shopping, she headed straight home, intending to spend some time with little Beibei. However, upon entering, she was told that Beibei was playing with his father. Curious, she headed straight for the third-floor recovery room, where she saw something she had never expected.
In the spacious and bright recovery room, the nanny was lying on the floor with Beibei, but Fengling only glanced at the child before being attracted by the three people on the other side.
The wheelchair was empty, and the three people were standing, including Zhao Qingxun!
Feng Ling was used to seeing Zhao Qingxun sitting, lying, or half-lying, but it was the first time she saw a complete person standing in front of her.
Tied to the exoskeleton, Zhao Qingxun stood very straight. He also saw Feng Ling, his eyes lit up, and he called out to her, "Baby, you're back so early."
After walking a few steps to the machine, Feng Ling carefully reached out and touched Zhao Qingxun's arm. She looked up at his jawline and Adam's apple. It was the first time she saw him from this angle. She felt that this man was superior and even his face looked sharper and more handsome.
"I've heard Uncle Song talk about this machine. You're actually using it. Are you walking now?" She checked Zhao Qingxun's body one by one, his chest, waist, arms, thighs, and calves. She was sure that he was fixed well, and she finally felt relieved.
"No, not yet." Zhao Qingxun shook his head slowly. His cervical vertebra was injured and he couldn't make big movements with his neck.
The rehabilitation doctor politely took over the topic, "Mr.'s body needs to slowly adapt to the machine. He can't walk today. He's currently in the stage of practicing standing."
"How many days have you been practicing secretly?" Feng Ling glanced at Zhao Qingxun and asked the doctor again.
"Today is the second day. You were on the machine yesterday as well. I felt a little dizzy and didn't try to stand up. Now I have just stood up and am in good condition. Just now you are back." On the first day, Zhao Qingxun started to feel dizzy as soon as he was put on the machine. He was extremely uncomfortable with the angle of the machine. He was relatively weak, so the doctor certainly didn't dare to let him stand up directly, so he had to try and adapt gradually.
"I can't walk. I can stand up today. I've made progress. I'll try walking tomorrow." Zhao Qingxun was not used to talking to Feng Ling with his head slightly lowered. If he walked, the doctor would put on a neck brace to ensure his absolute safety.
She nodded. Although she thought Zhao Qingxun, who stood up thin and frail but had an outstanding temperament, was particularly handsome and wanted to look at him more and hug him, Feng Ling was still a little worried about his safety.
A closer look at Zhao Qingxun's body revealed that he wasn't feeling well. After all, most of his body was numb, completely secured by the safety belt. Even his arms were pinned down, preventing him from moving freely. Feng Ling was eager to see him walk, but she also knew that Zhao Qingxun was so thin and weak, completely dependent on the machine to move him. If he could still feel anything, it would probably be very difficult.
"Oh my god, it's so high, so amazing, you practiced secretly when I was not home."
Feng Ling's words made Zhao Qingxun laugh helplessly. He had always had a standing bed at home, but he was always sick and weak. Even when he was barely tied to the bed, he couldn't stand up at all. His paralyzed and unbalanced body was lifted to a 45-degree angle, which made him dizzy and uncomfortable. Therefore, he hadn't tried to stand in the true sense for more than ten years.
For Zhao Qingxun, standing is just a form and he cannot really walk.
Fortunately, Feng Ling was tall. She lifted her feet and hugged Zhao Qingxun with both hands, her face pressed against him. It felt like he could really walk. Not knowing where she was holding him, Zhao Qingxun couldn't even release one hand to hug her back. He could only try to look down at the little head nestled against him, a doting smile overflowing from the corner of his mouth. He didn't notice it himself and kept chatting with her, "I've long forgotten what it feels like to walk. Today, it seems that I've also forgotten what it feels like to stand up."
Even though Zhao Qingxun was just standing there motionless, he was so tired that sweat broke out on his neck and forehead. Seeing that he was barely holding on, his body was shaking slightly, and his paralyzed legs were completely out of control and were already twitching slightly. The rehabilitation doctor was still checking the time. Feng Ling felt a little distressed and stayed there, biting her lip and holding back without saying anything.
Later, the nanny took little Beibei away. Feng Ling watched as several people worked together to adjust the machine to a sitting position. Zhao Qingxun was finally carefully carried back to the wheelchair. He was so tired that his left hand kept shaking and he could no longer control the wheelchair by himself.
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