Chapter 72: Little Liar "Okay, I'll ask later..."
"Okay, I'll ask Mrs. Gu if she's happy with it." Gu Xingjue smiled softly.
"Then let's wait for Mrs. Gu to show her favor." Su Rou smiled.
"Okay, okay, that's settled then." Ye Wenzhou said happily. If his father and father-in-law knew that they had invited Mr. Gu, they would definitely praise them.
Chen Song, with a touch of shame and anger, poked the pork rib soup into Gu Xingjue's mouth. Gu Xingjue, with a smile in his eyes, bit the spoon for a moment, not letting go. Chen Song's eyes, which had been filled with anger, suddenly became indifferent, and then he let go of his hand.
When Gu Xingjue noticed it, he immediately loosened his teeth, but it was too late. Chen Song's hand had already withdrawn, and the white porcelain spoon hit the palm of his hand wrapped in gauze. He frowned in pain, and his breathing became heavier, which affected the injury on his back. He groaned in unbearable pain, and the blood color instantly faded from his face.
The wound on Gu Xingjue's palm was also very serious. The skin and flesh were torn apart and the bones were exposed. It healed even slower than the wound on his back.
Chen Song's heart tightened upon seeing this, and he quickly picked up the spoon, frowning and saying, "Don't move, let me take a look."
Gu Xingjue remained motionless, allowing Chen Song to examine him. Ye Wenzhou and Su Rou also grew nervous and stopped joking.
In fact, Gu Xingjue wanted to say that he was fine, just a little too happy and ended up in sorrow. However, Chen Song took the initiative to ask him to be intimate with her, and he had no choice. How could he refuse his beautiful wife?
Chen Song had seen Gu Xingjue's wounds many times, each time requiring a long mental preparation before seeing them, and he still couldn't help but shudder. With more experience, his acceptance had improved, and he no longer needed to prepare himself for the pain, but it still felt a bit uncomfortable.
It felt like someone was grinding his heart with a stone.
It was the same this time. Looking at the wounds, Chen Song's expression gradually became solemn.
This was the first time Ye Wenzhou saw the wound. It was even more shocking than he had imagined. Large areas of skin were sunken and distorted. He couldn't bear to look at it any longer and looked away.
It was the first time Su Rou had seen someone with such horrific wounds. Her pretty face paled and goose bumps appeared all over her body. Ye Wenzhou pulled her into his arms, shielding her eyes, and made a joke to lighten the mood: "Don't look at anything inappropriate. You can't look at the body of a married man."
After Chen Song finished his inspection, Ye Wenzhou asked, "How is it, Boss? Are you okay?"
"It's okay." Chen Song said it was okay, but his face was still not good.
Gu Xingjue's cold and stern features were now somewhat weakened by the pain, and he looked much softer: "I'm not hurt, don't worry."
Chen Song glanced at him and remained silent. He knew Gu Xingjue was lying. How could it not hurt? He had third-degree burns that went to the bone. He had been to the emergency room four times and had been to the gates of hell four times. How could it not hurt?
Even machines without perception would be scrapped, let alone humans with flesh and blood.
Gu Xingjue thought Chen Song was angry and didn't dare to say anything. While he was considering how to comfort him, Ye Wenzhou spoke up, "Oh, Boss, when I got here, Dong Jingming said that Ruoyang's people would be here today. I guess they should be here by now."
Chen Song stood up and said, "Then you guys can play here for a while. I'll go to work first."
Gu Xingjue was unhappy when he heard this. He had a bad premonition. Ruoyang, could it be that the old fox named Yun is here too?
"You haven't eaten yet." Gu Xingjue called him.
"I've eaten. Eat it yourself. I think you're almost well again. You look very energetic." Chen Song glanced at him faintly and turned away.
A bitter feeling welled up in Gu Xingjue's heart. Was Chen Song going to kick him out the moment the old fox showed up? Did he just piss him off? It wasn't like this was almost over. Who would feed him when Chen Song left? Gu Xingjue wanted to cry, but he held it back.
I could only say dejectedly: "Then you go ahead and do your work. I can take care of myself."
There was a childish coquettishness in his tone. Chen Song hesitated for a moment before stopping and turning back. After walking a few steps, he heard Ye Wenzhou say kindly, "It's okay. My boss is busy. I'll feed you, Mr. Gu."
Chen Song paused, said "OK", turned around and left.
Gu Xingjue: “…”
"Mr. Gu, why don't you eat anymore?"
"No, I'm full."
Gu Xingjue sneered, feeling very angry.
His sneer made Ye Wenzhou feel that Gu Xingjue, who had seemed so friendly just now, was fake. So he chatted with Su Rou for a few minutes and left.
After they left the ward, they were met by two tall men, both well-proportioned and stylishly dressed. Both wore baseball caps, masks, and sunglasses, and anyone who didn't know them would mistake them for celebrities. As they passed, the air lingered with the deep, clear, and unique scent of perfume. It was strong but not smoky, carrying a hint of ambiguity and a sense of forbiddenness.
Su Rou thought it might really be a celebrity, so she asked Ye Wenzhou, "Has your hospital ever had a celebrity come to it?"
Ye Wenzhou guessed what he was thinking and walked forward with her in his arms: "How can a celebrity come from such a remote corner of Vancouver? Just look at me, and don't look at other men."
Su Rou curled her lips, but still turned her head to take a few glances: "They went to... Mr. Gu's room. Oh my god, what a handsome guy, hey, should I go and take a look and find someone for Ran Ran."
"Don't go there blindly. He's here to visit a patient. Wait until Mr. Gu comes to our wedding and gets to know him first."
"Okay. You have a point. Then I'll ask what brand of perfume it is that smells so good."
Gu Xingjue was about to go to sleep in the ward when two people pushed the door open and came in. Gu Xingjue knew who they were just by smelling the perfume.
"People who don't know would think I'm dead. So many people came to see me, as if they were here to mourn me." Gu Xingjue turned his gaze to the taller man, "Have you changed your taste?"
The man paused for a moment, as if he was a little dissatisfied.
"You'll always get tired of eating the same thing." Shen Qinglin sat down on the sofa next to him, took off his hat, sunglasses and mask, and grabbed two handfuls of fluffy black hair. Even though his hairstyle was lazy and casual, it was unique with his stunning facial features with a bit of cold charm.
The other man stood still and didn't seem to want to take off his mask.
Shen Qinglin smiled and said, "Just pick it. We are one family. No one here will take a picture of us."
The man did not answer. He walked a few steps and sat next to Shen Qinglin without saying a word.
Gu Xingjue found it interesting: "In the circle? Don't you dislike playing in the circle?"
Shen Qinglin took out a cigarette from his arms and put it in his mouth. He opened his legs and rubbed his long thighs against the legs beside him in an ambiguous way: "Let's play like this for once."
The leg that was rubbed unconsciously moved to the side. Shen Qinglin did not chase after him. He crossed his legs, tilted his head and held a cigarette in his mouth towards him: "Light it up, baby."
"I'm not fucking dead yet, Shen Qinglin. You came here just to smoke?" Gu Xingjue said with a cold face.
"Ah, sorry, sorry," Shen Qinglin put away the cigarette and surrendered with both hands, "I forgot you were still injured. Hiss - your back is injured, right?"
"Yeah." Gu Xingjue was inexplicably angry at him. He had always been like this since he was a child. He was always polite in front of his buddies, but pretended to be innocent in front of others. "What are you doing here? Don't tell me you came to see me. I've been to the hospital so many times and I haven't seen any of you. What's wrong? Are you so unpopular that no one wants to film with you anymore?"
Shen Qinglin looked around the ward and said, "I'm still famous. I'm so famous, but I still come to see you. I'm a brother. I'm filming in Haishi next door, so I came to see you."
Gu Xingjue sneered: "What are you looking at?"
Shen Qinglin's pair of auspicious phoenix eyes curved into a beautiful moon with a smile, and he teased: "Look...where your little lover is hiding."
"Hmm..." Shen Qinglin put his index finger on his lips, pretending to think, "Could it be that he didn't come to see you? We've been arguing for so long and still haven't gotten her back. It's really useless. Don't say it was Teacher Shen who taught you that when you go out."
“…”
"Go back to filming." Gu Xingjue's face was a little upset.
"No one cares about you, yet you're still trying to curry favor with them. When did our dandy brother become so humble? Tsk tsk, go to Country Y to get treatment, why are you messing around here?"
"You came to see me, okay? But he is busy now! You don't need to worry about him." Gu Xingjue could no longer bear it.
"Really?" Shen Qinglin raised his eyebrows. "Is he really busy... or is it because Yun Jingsheng came?"
Gu Xingde's mouth was a little bitter, he lowered his eyes and said in a low voice: "He...really came?"
"Yeah, they really came. I just saw them, the two of them hugging each other."
Gu Xingjue's eyes darkened, he gritted his teeth and said nothing.
This look really made Shen Qinglin laugh: "Are you stimulated already?"
Seeing that Gu Xingjue was in so much pain, Shen Qinglin had no choice but to stop teasing him and said seriously, "But the main reason he came this time was because of a little girl who had an amputation, and you."
"What does it have to do with me?"
"Yun Che asked him to come and bring some people to perform the surgery on you."
…
At the end of June, there were a few days of clear skies, but then thunderstorms started again. It wasn't until the beginning of July, after the thunderstorms, that the temperature in Vancouver started to rise again, and midsummer arrived with its scorching sun.
Hot temperatures can easily lead to infections, exacerbating the injuries of many patients, including Gu Xingjue. Having recently undergone a transplant, he has been experiencing recurring inflammation and a high fever, remaining in a semi-conscious state.
He would wake up several times every day and ask Gu Yiming if Chen Song had come to see him. Gu Yiming did not directly say that Chen Song had not come, but told him that Chen Song had been busy with Zhou Shudie's affairs recently and would come over when he was done.
Gu Xingjue didn't believe it. The high fever made his thoughts confused. He asked in a hoarse voice without any context, "Did he run away with Yun Jingsheng..."
Gu Yiming said, "No, Brother Jing Sheng only came for one day to deliver equipment and people. He took a general look at the situation and then left. It seems that Brother Yun Che called them away. They went to Country Y."
"Then...why didn't he come to see me?"
"I'll come over when I'm done, brother. Don't think too much about it. Heal your wounds first." Seeing Gu Xingjue like this, Gu Yiming had no choice but to give up his brother's last bit of dignity. "When you get well, you can see him whenever you want."
"No, I can't see you whenever I want. I would rather be sick all my life..." Gu Xingjue slowly closed his heavy eyelids and muttered.
…
When Gu Xingjue woke up again, the faint sobbing sound in his ears gradually became clearer. He opened his eyes and saw Chen Song sitting beside him, crying softly.
Was it an illusion? Chen Song actually came to see him.
The high fever had subsided, and Gu Xingjue felt light-headed. Apart from the pain from the wound, all other discomforts in his body had disappeared. However, his throat was a little hoarse, and he opened his mouth but could not speak.
He reached out and pulled Chen Song's hand, squeezing it gently.
Seeing the person wake up, Chen Song took a deep breath and tried to calm down: "You, are awake. How are you? Are you feeling unwell?"
Chen Song held Gu Xingjue's forehead. His body temperature had subsided and Chen Song breathed a sigh of relief.
Gu Xingjue said hoarsely: "Thirst..."
Chen Song poured him a glass of water and fed him. Gu Xingjue took a few sips to moisten his throat before speaking: "Is this a dream?"
"No." Chen Song answered him.
Gu Xingjue deliberately breathed heavier, relying on the pain in his wound to confirm his answer.
"Then why don't you come to see me? Didn't we agree... to come see me every day when you're free? I've been waiting for you for a long time, but you didn't come. I'm so angry and sad. But when you cry, I'm at my wit's end."
"Little liar. Why are you crying?"
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