69 Drugging and Illegitimate Children
After the showcase ended, Song Qixian took the time to shoot a lot of materials, just to preserve his current rare look.
The silver-haired boy's temperament is slightly sharper with the help of makeup, and there is an indescribable coldness in his expression.
Song Qixian is already accustomed to posing. As long as he puts on makeup, he can perfectly show his amazing acting skills according to the photographer's requirements.
"Oh yes, that's the feeling. Please change your pose and let's take another picture."
"Okay, one more. For the next one, I need a feeling of contempt for all living things. Do you understand?"
"OK, done. Happy cooperation."
Song Qixian didn't come out of his filming mode until the cameraman finished filming. He frowned and took a sip of the water Quan Yongjun had brought.
The next moment, he felt something was wrong, but the water still slid down his throat into his internal organs.
“This water…”
Quan Yongjun looked up and asked, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with this water? I just bought this. I didn't ask anyone else to handle it, and I never let it out of my sight."
As Song Qixian's popularity grew, the company prioritized his safety, providing him with a dedicated nanny car for travel. He could also have his own dormitory if he wished. However, Song Qixian declined the offer, unwilling to distance himself too much from his teammates.
Song Qixian shook his head to dispel the vague uneasiness in his heart.
"Nothing, it just tastes a little different than usual. Maybe it's because I've been fasting for the past two days."
Song Qixian said it casually, but he didn't expect Quan Yongjun's face to change. He took the bottle of water and examined it carefully.
Song Qixian was startled by his action and looked at the bottle of water that he had only drunk once in surprise and suspicion.
"broken!"
"Do you see any sediment underneath?"
Song Qixian nodded slowly with a serious expression, and suddenly asked, "You didn't help me unscrew the bottle cap just now?"
Quan Yongjun slowly raised his head: "I'm giving you a brand new bottle of mineral water."
Song Qixian's heart pounded, and he opened his mouth and let out a wordless breath.
"Call the police."
"You can't call the police!" Quan Yongjun rushed over to stop him, his eyes pleading. "Company regulations prohibit calling the police. Calling the police will damage the company's reputation."
Song Qixian felt dizzy, not knowing if it was an illusion, but he took his assistant's words to heart.
"Okay, but you can't let him get away."
Quan Yongjun nodded heavily and tremblingly contacted the company on his cell phone.
The staff had mostly left, and no one noticed what was happening on their side.
Song Qixian sat in the corner in a daze, unable to describe the feeling in his heart.
When people are very close to death, their minds often go blank.
Song Qixian is at this stage now. His mind is empty and he can't think of anything.
Gradually, he forgot about himself, and he didn't think of his friends or his brothers and sisters in the orphanage. He thought of his mother, the director, who had passed away many years ago.
The word "mother" is different, at least Song Qixian thinks it is different.
Although the dean's mother is not his alone, when Song Qixian wakes up in the middle of the night, he always has a moment to snuggle in his mother's arms alone.
He always had the same dream over and over again. In the dream, he was a child who could not find his home and was always wandering. At the end of the dream, his mother came over, took his hand and took him back home.
That face resembled the dean's mother, but Song Qixian knew that it was actually his imagined biological mother.
In a daze, Song Qixian heard Minister Cui's voice coming from a distance.
"Qixian, I can't sleep—"
"Hold on, we'll take you to the hospital right away."
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When he woke up again, Song Qixian opened his eyes and saw the white ceiling of the hospital and the striped hospital gown he was wearing.
Looking again, he saw that he was receiving an IV drip in his hand.
His head felt dull and painful, and Song Qixian raised his hand and couldn't help but touch his forehead.
At this time, the door of the room was pushed open and Ming Shangyu came in.
Ming Shangyu looked thoughtful, and only when he saw Song Qixian wake up did he hurried over to him.
"How do you feel now? You've been sleeping all day."
One day? Song Qixian suddenly sat up, and his movements were so big that he almost pulled out the IV tube.
"What time is it now? Is it still September 2nd?"
Ming Shangyu tucked the quilt for him and said, "Today is September 3rd, 8 o'clock in the evening."
Song Qixian remembered that he finished taking photos at 10 o'clock in the evening on September 3, which means he slept for a full 22 hours!
As if he had thought of something, he said with difficulty: "My work today..."
"Don't worry, everything has been taken care of, including tomorrow's. Just take a good rest for two days, and we can deal with other matters after you have rested well."
Knowing that the work matter had been handled, Song Qixian breathed a sigh of relief and only then did he have the mind to ask about what happened yesterday.
"What's the problem with that bottle of water?"
There was comfort in Ming Shangyu's eyes. He couldn't help but reach out and pat Song Qixian's shoulder, as if this could take away some of the pressure in his heart.
"The doctor detected sleeping pills in the water, nothing else. However, you will need to be hospitalized for observation for a period of time."
Song Qixian had a premonition in his heart and asked again: "Can sleeping pills make me sleep that long? I can't seem to remember anything, even how I got on the bus and how I got off the bus."
Ming Shangyu's expression became even more complicated, as this was also the issue he wanted to discuss with Song Qixian.
"Those sleeping pills weren't that effective. But Qixian, haven't you had much sleep in a while? I asked Youen, and he said you were always out early and back late, so he rarely saw you during your rest time."
Facing Ming Shangyu's accusing eyes, Song Qixian was embarrassed to admit it. He was in awe of this eldest brother who had always kept a distance from his younger brothers.
He still remembered that Ming Shangyu didn't like him very much before.
Song Qixian refused to answer directly, so Ming Shangyu didn't force him. His illness revealed Song Qixian's stubbornness. He was reluctant to share his hardships with his friends.
"You should have a good rest. I called He Yu to come and accompany you."
Ming Shangyu was about to leave, but Song Qixian grabbed the corner of his clothes and whispered, "I know, brother, you care about me very much. I will have a good rest."
Ming Shangyu felt a little relieved, gave Song Qixian an ugly smile and left.
In the hospital corridor, Ming Shangyu's mind flashed back to last night's night watch at the hospital.
Everyone was relieved when the doctor diagnosed Song Qixian as being fine. However, Song Qixian still had to be hospitalized for observation, so Ming Shangyu volunteered to take care of him.
This single ward was obtained thanks to Minister Cui's connections. The room was not small and could accommodate a folding bed. Ming Shangyu spent the whole night on this bed.
In the middle of the night, he was awakened by Song Qixian's talking in his sleep.
He hurried to his bedside to check on him and found that his brother, who had always been mature and didn't need anyone to worry about him, was hiding in the quilt with a pout and sobbing.
This scared Ming Shangyu, and he thought something had happened to Song Qixian.
He anxiously tried to wake up the crying Song Qixian, but heard his younger brother crying and calling "Mom".
The crying sounded a little sharp, like a child's voice.
Ming Shangyu suddenly felt distressed and tried to pull his hand out of Song Qixian's arms.
Unable to pull it out, he used his other hand to slowly tap Song Qixian on the back to comfort him.
"Xiao Qixian, brother is here with you and will not leave."
Song Qixian's crying gradually stopped and he didn't make any more noise in the second half of the night.
But the way he cried was deeply engraved in Ming Shangyu's mind.
Ming Shangyu had seen many people cry: his cousins, his fans, and his parents. Most people's crying made him feel annoyed.
When adults cry, there is always a hint of weakness.
But Song Qixian's crying was different. He cried heartbreakingly, as if there was no one else in his world. He was like a lost child, unable to find the way and with no one waiting for him ahead.
So when Ming Shangyu asked him if he was tired today, on the one hand, he didn't get enough rest, and on the other hand, he didn't release the pent-up emotions in his heart.
Let Zhou Heyu come to accompany him. It is always good to have friends' company.
Zhou Heyu was called to the hospital. He was sent there by Minister Cui himself.
Zhou Heyu already knew in his heart that something had happened to Song Qixian, but on the surface he calmed his two younger brothers down and told them that Qixian had been temporarily called away because of something at the company.
When Zhou Heyu saw Ming Shangyu's solemn expression, he felt something was wrong.
He stepped forward and asked anxiously, "Did something serious happen to Qixian?"
Ming Shangyu cut to the chase: "Qixian drank the drugged water from the illegitimate child yesterday. Fortunately, nothing serious happened. The water only had a slight sleeping effect."
Zhou Heyu knew that things were not that simple, so he asked, "And then? Was the person caught?"
Ming Shangyu shook his head. "No, he's too cunning. We don't even know if he's a boy or a girl."
"But that's not the most important thing."
Ming Shangyu looked up and said seriously, "I found that Qixian might have some psychological problems."
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Song Qixian took out his phone and clicked on Bubble. He has always been known as a "filial son" in the hearts of his fans. But he was not online last night, and many fans suspected that something had happened to him.
Song Qixian sincerely apologized to his fans, saying that he was too sleepy yesterday, so he did not go online in time, and he would definitely compensate everyone when he has time in the future.
After chatting for another half an hour as usual, he put down his phone somewhat uncomfortably.
Zhou Heyu walked in and saw him like this. He couldn't help but criticize him like an older brother: "You're not well yet, and you're playing with your phone again."
Song Qixian gave a faint, ingratiating smile and said, "I'm not on my phone. I'm chatting with my fans on Bubble. They were all worried about me because I wasn't online yesterday."
Zhou Heyu was not fooled and said sternly: "Even if you reported to the fans, you shouldn't go up at this time. You really don't care about your own health!"
Song Qixian was stunned for a moment by the scolding. After a while, he said softly, "Actually, I'm very happy that someone remembers me. If one day I die, and they still have a trace of memory of me in their memories, then I'll be even happier."
"What are you talking about? Bah! Bah! Bah! It's a folk remedy in my hometown. If you say something unlucky, you have to bah! Bah! to get rid of the bad luck."
Song Qixian smiled. His lips were snow-white, but his smile didn't make people happy at all, but rather made people feel distressed.
"Okay, bah bah bah."
"Pooh three more times! Your attitude just now was too offensive to the gods."
"Well, bah bah bah."
Looking at Zhou Heyu who was still a little angry, Song Qixian pulled his little finger and said flatteringly: "Brother, I was just talking casually, I didn't mean it that way."
Zhou Heyu stared at Song Qixian's dim eyes and said, "Have you really never thought about it?"
Song Qixian didn't know how to answer.
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