Chapter 35: It's not that I don't want to live, it's that I don't accept my fate
He threw the golf bag to the ground with a metallic sound. He hurried over. Liang Ge was stunned and at a loss. He didn't dare to touch her. He squatted down to check on her. "What's wrong with you? Miss Long! What's wrong?" She was still somewhat conscious, but her eyes were dark, she had no strength, and she felt like she was dying. She couldn't speak. She was lying on her side with one side of her face pressed against the hard asphalt ground. "Long Weihe!" He supported her shoulders and laid her flat, and cushioned the back of her head with his palm. "What's wrong with you?" She was in pain and didn't respond. He felt something was wrong, so he picked her up horizontally and rushed to the club. Liang Ge picked up her golf bag and followed her in a panic. The club was well lit. He looked down at the face leaning against his chest. It was pale, and her forehead was covered with sweat. She felt like she was trembling. "Hypoglycemia!" he determined, saying to Liang Ge, "Don't panic, go find some glucose!" Liang Ge frantically gathered her thoughts. "Right, right, right. She didn't eat last night, played basketball in the morning, and then again tonight. She's overexerted herself, so she should be hypoglycemic. Glucose, we have it, we always have it." She ran to the front desk to find something. He laid her flat on the sofa in the club's lounge area. Seeing her face covered in sweat, he wiped her forehead. Liang Ge rummaged through the club's supply box and found glucose rehydration solution. He ran back, "Drink this, it should work." He asked Long Weihe, "Try something?" She was dazed, her eyes closed, her brow slightly furrowed, unable to react. Afraid she'd choke, he helped her sit up and lean against him. Liang Ge squatted in front of her and fed her the glucose solution little by little. If she didn't feel better, he planned to send her to the hospital. Her consciousness cleared to the rise and fall of his chest, her vision returning. She softly pulled away from him, lying on the sofa to soothe herself. His phone kept ringing, and he turned it to silent. Seeing she'd recovered, he asked Liang Ge to look after her while he went to the side to answer an urgent call. He spoke for several minutes, his eyes fixed on her. She was able to sit up on her own, her complexion improving, and she was talking to Liang Ge. "Have you had hypoglycemia before?" Liang Ge asked. She shook her head. "I'm fine." After he finished the call, he went to the front desk to ask the attendant for a few rolls of bread. He came back and sat down next to her, offering the rolls to her. "Eat something." She didn't answer. Her phone rang at that moment. It was Lin Yao. She had texted Lin Yao while she was playing to explain the situation. When she answered, Qian Duoduo's voice was the first: "Mom, why are you so late? When will you be home?" "Almost. I'll be home in an hour. Go to bed and don't wait for me." Lin Yao then asked what was going on. She said she was going back...
He threw the golf bag to the ground, making a metallic sound.
He came over quickly.
Liang Ge was terrified and at a loss. He didn't dare to touch her. He squatted down to check on her. "What's wrong with you? Miss Long! What's wrong?"
She was still somewhat conscious, but everything in front of her was dark, she had no strength left, felt like she was near death, and could not speak.
The man was lying on his side, with one side of his face pressed against the hard asphalt ground.
"Long Weihe!" He supported her shoulders and laid her flat, using his palm to support the back of her head. "Where do you feel uncomfortable?"
She should not suffer.
He sensed something was wrong, picked her up horizontally, and hurried to the club. Liang Ge picked up her golf bag and followed her in a panic.
The club was well-lit. He looked down at the face leaning against his chest. It was pale, with sweat on her forehead. He felt that she was trembling.
"Hypoglycemia!" he judged and said to Liang Ge, "Don't panic, go find glucose!"
Liang Ge hurriedly thought back, "Yes, yes, yes, she didn't eat anything at night. She played ball in the morning and again in the evening. She must have overexerted herself. She must have low blood sugar. Glucose, yes, yes, we always have it on hand."
She ran to the front desk to look for something.
He put her on the sofa in the club's leisure area, made her lie flat, and seeing that her face was covered in sweat, he wiped her forehead with his hand.
Liang Ge found glucose rehydration solution in the club's reserve box and ran back, "Drink this, it should be effective."
He asked Long Weihe, "Would you like to try something to drink?"
She was conscious and confused, with her eyes closed and her brows slightly frowned, unable to react.
He was afraid that she would choke while swallowing, so he helped her sit up and lean against him. Liang Ge squatted in front of her and fed her the glucose solution little by little.
If the condition doesn't improve after drinking it, he plans to seek medical attention.
Her consciousness regained consciousness as her chest rose and fell, and her vision returned. She softly broke away from him and lay on the sofa to relieve herself.
His phone kept ringing, so he switched it to silent. Seeing that she had calmed down, he asked Liang Ge to look after her while he went to find an urgent call to answer.
After talking on the phone for a few minutes, his eyes were always on her. She was able to sit up by herself, her complexion improved, and she talked to Liang Ge.
"Have you ever had hypoglycemia before?" Liang Ge asked.
She shook her head. "I'm fine."
After he finished his call, he went to the front desk to ask the person on duty for a few small rolls of bread. He came back and sat down next to her, handed the bread to her, and said, "Eat something."
She didn't answer. Her phone rang at that moment. It was Lin Yao. She had texted Lin Yao during the game to explain the situation.
When I answered the phone, I heard Qian Duoduo's voice, "Mom, why are you so late? When will you be home?"
"It's almost time. We'll be home in an hour. Go to bed and don't wait for mom."
Lin Yao asked what happened, and she said she would talk about it when she got back.
The person on duty at the front desk came over and reminded, "Sorry, we get off work at 11 o'clock. This is already overdue. Look at you..."
He responded, "Please wait a little longer, ten minutes."
"I'm fine now, I can go." She put away her phone and went to look for her golf bag. After being seen in such a miserable state by him, she also wanted to close this unfortunate situation as soon as possible.
Liang Ge also said, "Eat something and observe before leaving."
She was in a hurry to go home. "No, thank you! I'll have to ask you to return the golf equipment for me."
The two added each other on WeChat.
"Are you trying to kill yourself?" He stood up.
She paused, recalling his previous actions, and turned back to look at him. "I don't want to live? We little headhunters, we've used all our strength to get a chance, but it's arbitrarily wiped out by the powerful, squeezed to the smallest sliver of a gap, and then inexplicably accused of taking some crooked path. If we don't fight for our lives, how can we survive? It's not about wanting to live, it's about refusing to accept fate!"
She still felt weak, but her words were like dropped awls.
He wanted to say something but was speechless, so he followed her and said, "Take my car, I'll take you home."
"You are upright and noble, while I am unconventional and have a different path. Thank you."
Liang Ge saw her turn around and walk quickly, and he was worried, "Slow down, Miss Long, be careful on the road."
He followed her.
Remembering that his golf bag was still in the battery car parking area, Liang Ge reminded, "Mr. Shi, your golf bag..."
"No." He didn't turn his head.
The golf course was located in a remote area, and it was past eleven o'clock at the clubhouse entrance, so there was no way to get a taxi. She took out her phone to call a taxi, but he grabbed her and took her to the car in front of him.
Xiao He had sharp eyes and started the car as soon as he saw him coming out of the club, opened the car door in advance and waited.
"You are sick!" She was still weak and was pushed into the car by him.
"You are sick! If you don't eat, hypoglycemia will be fatal!" He closed the car door and quickly sat in the passenger seat.
Xiao He asked, "Where are you going?"
Without saying anything, he took Xiao He's phone, entered the name of her neighborhood in the navigation address, and threw it in front of the car.
The car started moving. He looked back at her and handed her the bread. "Eat it."
She looked out the window, not moving, not answering. She hated how he acted like a savior after trampling on someone's self-esteem.
His hand was still outstretched. "Eat it. You have low blood sugar, and it will be fatal if you don't eat it. You have children at home, right? Qian Enming is waiting for you to come home, right? Are you irresponsible to him?"
He brought up the child and touched her soft spot.
She hated the hand he extended, but how could she be so angry that she risked her life? A person with a child's life wasn't their own. She looked at him straight in the face, took it, took a bite, and then turned to look out the window.
The order was successful, the pressure was relieved, I couldn't control myself at all, my eye sockets couldn't cover the dampness and heat, the bread tasted salty.
She reviewed the whole process of Zhuo Rui's order in her mind. Only she knew everything she had endured during this period: insomnia, loss of appetite, wanting to give up but not wanting to... She couldn't control herself at this moment. It was not sadness, not being pretentious, but a way to recover, and she was grateful that God had not cut off her path to being a headhunter.
He kept looking at her in the rearview mirror and didn't say anything all the way.
The car drove into the basement downstairs of her house. He remembered the location where he picked up Shi Shi last time.
It was too complicated to say thank you, she just got out of the car and walked away.
Seeing her walk into the elevator door, he said to Xiao He, "Go back and drive faster."
She gets home at 12 o'clock.
Lin Yao heard the noise at the elevator entrance and opened the door in advance. "Oh my god, Song Yuqing called me tonight and asked me to let him go. You did it! If you don't come back, I'm going to call the police."
She threw her backpack onto the floor in the hallway. "I almost died."
When Lin Yao described the situation, she was terrified. "Qian Duoduo kept clamoring to pick you up all night. He was always noisy. It's abnormal. I really can sense it! Blame me, blame me. I should have taken him to pick you up. Hurry up, lie down."
"I'm alive, I can't die."
The house was well-lit, and it was only then that she realized her hands, arms, and legs were covered in mosquito bites. Liang Ge's spray hadn't been effective.
"Where are the people?" she asked Qian Duoduo.
"He was in his room and just fell asleep. He refused to sleep and played with his toys for a while before falling asleep on the floor. I moved him to the bed." Lin Yao ran to the kitchen.
She pushed the door open, looked at the people, went back to the living room, pulled out the drawer, found the all-purpose papaya ointment, slumped on the sofa and started applying it on her arms.
"Drink something first, I'll get you something to eat." Lin Yao brought a soup of pork ribs, carrots and yam from the kitchen.
"Just some soup residue, don't bother with that."
Lin Yao quickly went to clean up the soup residue, then came back to the table to watch her eat. "Are you sure it's hypoglycemia? That's very dangerous, be careful."
"It's okay, it's a special situation and the consumption is too high."
After drinking the hot soup, her stomach felt much better. She began to recount the incident in detail. "I met Yang Chengkai, the star tank, and Shi Zhenglin was there. I had to deal with two old foxes and a bad guy. I fought so badly that it felt like I had been through a crematorium."
"Did you mention Li Mingpeng to Shi Zhenglin?"
"I reminded him, but didn't mention anyone. Instead, he made fun of me. Never mind. They might have some grudges against each other, and if we say too much, we might end up in trouble. When playing basketball, he treated me like a gold digger on the court, making all kinds of fun and mocking comments. He thought he was just helping me, so I should be grateful." She shook her head.
The person being talked about comes home very late.
His parents had been helping take care of Shi Shi for a while and had just returned to the US. Li Yasong had returned recently to continue the class. Kindergarten was out for summer vacation, and Shi Shi was at home with her grandparents. Now that he could see Li Yasong again, he felt much better, and he felt much better too.
At night, Li Yasong kept calling, wanting to take Shi Shi to New Zealand with him for a while, but he disagreed. He thought changing Shi Shi's environment would only make things worse. He couldn't stand having Shi Shi spend all day with another man. Shi Shi had also clearly told him she didn't want to go, didn't want to leave him.
Today, I took Shi Shi out for a day, and Li Yasong sent her home in the evening, saying that he would wait for her to come back to discuss something. He kept waiting, and kept urging her, just like before the divorce, calling one after another.
When I got home, Shi Shi was already asleep. She was still there.
She came out of Shi Shi's room and saw him standing on the balcony outside with his back to the hall. She knew he was avoiding her.
After being apart for a few months, they were no longer the same. He became much more gloomy, while she was the opposite. Her beautiful face was extremely bright, and her whole body was relaxed and moisturized.
"Let's talk for a few minutes." She stood beside him, looking at the same direction as him, across the river.
"It's getting late. You should go back." He said indifferently.
"You've really changed." She twisted her fingers and moved closer to him.
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