Chapter 335 Fu Siyan, may you live to be a hundred, and take care of my child's future.
There was a knock on the master bedroom door.
Shen Qingshu had just finished showering and came out of the bathroom. Her pure cotton white pajamas, long sleeves and trousers, could not hide her thin figure.
She went over and opened the door.
Fu Siyan frowned slightly. "Why are you washing your hair so late?"
"My hair smells like barbecue from tonight."
"You can't catch a cold right now," Fu Siyan said seriously. "I'll help you blow-dry your hair."
Shen Qingshu was taken aback for a moment, then refused, "I can handle this little thing myself."
"You need to take your medicine first." Fu Siyan handed it to her. "Don't worry, I'll be out right after I've dried my hair."
Shen Qingshu pursed her lips, hesitated for a moment, but still agreed to his request.
...
She sat down gently in front of the dressing table.
Fu Siyan handed her the Chinese medicine he was holding.
Shen Qingshu took it; the temperature was just right. She lowered her head and downed it in one gulp.
It was tough, but she almost got used to it.
Just then, a White Rabbit milk candy was handed to her.
A gentle male voice came from above, "Xiao Anning's inventory."
Shen Qingshu's eyelashes trembled slightly as she reached out and took it.
Gently clench it in your palm.
Fu Siyan turned on the hairdryer to warm up.
One of his arms was still wrapped in bandages. The doctor said the three knife wounds were very deep and had a slight infection and inflammation, so there was a high probability that he would be left with scars.
But Fu Siyan didn't care. The only thing he was thankful for was that the injury was on his left arm, which didn't affect his ability to take care of Shen Qingshu.
The only sound in the bedroom was the hairdryer.
Her hair was light and smooth, reaching her waist in length.
But recently, due to illness, I've been losing a lot of hair.
After the hair dried, the ground was covered with fallen hair.
Fu Siyan silently squatted down and picked up the fallen hairs, clenching them tightly in his palm.
The man lowered his eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly, and there was pain in his eyes as well.
Shen Qingshu saw the man's movements through the mirror.
But she didn't say anything.
She got up, said thank you, and went into the bathroom to wash up.
Fu Siyan listened to the sound of water spraying from the bathroom, put the hair dryer back in the drawer, and turned to leave the bedroom.
The bedroom door closed, and the man leaned against the door, looking down at the tuft of black hair in his palm.
These fallen hairs highlight the fact that Shen Qingshu's body is gradually approaching its end.
His breathing tightened. In the deserted corridor late at night, the man closed his eyes, swallowing his silent anxiety as his Adam's apple slowly bobbed.
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The following week, Lijiang Villa remained lively and cozy.
Shen Qingshu works from home every day, and Han Mingyu reports on her almost every day.
He never comes empty-handed. Today he brings some local specialties from the north, tomorrow some fruit, or if all else fails, flowers. Of course, he also brings the two little dumplings.
Shen Qingshu declined, but Han Mingyu said they were all small things and not worth worrying about between friends.
Since Han Mingyu considered himself a friend, Shen Qingshu couldn't take it too seriously, otherwise she would seem overly pretentious.
Moreover, she also wanted to talk to Han Mingyu about Huanxing.
On the last day of the eighth month of the lunar calendar, Han Mingyu and Shen Qingshu signed an agreement.
Han Mingyu acquired 5% of Huanxing Media's shares for 2 billion yuan, becoming Huanxing Media's third-largest shareholder.
In fact, given Huanxing's current market value, five percent of its shares are definitely worth more than 2 billion. This price was a decision made after Shen Qingshu and Master Qi discussed it.
Her health was deteriorating, and there was still no news about her bone marrow transplant, so she had to find a new CEO for Huanxing Media.
The 2 billion yuan was considered a favor to Han Mingyu, in order to persuade Han Mingyu to take over Huanxing.
That day, Shen Qingshu brought Han Mingyu to the senior executives of Huanxing Media in the executive conference room and personally introduced Han Mingyu to them.
The documentary planned by Shen Qingshu played an indispensable role in the success of Huanxing Media.
It's fair to say that without the explosive popularity of that short drama, Huanxing wouldn't have been able to achieve such a dramatic leap in corporate status within just six months.
Therefore, when Shen Qingshu announced her retirement, the company's senior executives were shocked and, more than anything, reluctant to see her go.
But it's clear to anyone with eyes that Shen Qingshu is having health problems.
Although she had put on makeup before going out to try to cover her pale face, her visibly thinner appearance was still alarming.
In just a few months, Shen Qingshu was already exhausted and on her last legs.
...
After the meeting, Shen Qingshu returned to her office.
Han Mingyu followed behind her.
Shen Qingshu walked around the office, and finally walked to the desk and picked up the place card on it.
I will keep this office.
Han Mingyu took the seat card from Shen Qingshu and put it back in its original position.
Shen Qingshu looked up at him.
The two looked at each other.
Han Mingyu laughed and said, "I'll just assume you're on vacation, Shen Qingshu. I'll be waiting for you to come back."
Shen Qingshu smiled slightly, "Okay."
This was a well-intentioned blessing, and she certainly couldn't spoil it.
...
As they left the office, the man dressed in Mo Bai silently followed Shen Qingshu.
Shen Qingshu walked in front, with the man following behind her.
Chi Guo'er chased after him, "President Shen."
Take light, easy steps.
The elevator doors opened, and Chi Guo'er ran over and hugged Shen Qingshu. "President Shen, we've all been waiting for you to come back."
Shen Qingshu paused for a moment, then reached out and patted her shoulder. "While I'm not here, work hard with President Han. I told him to give you another year or two of experience and then promote you to vice president when the opportunity arises."
Chi Guo'er raised her hand to wipe away her tears, "I won't become the vice president. I'll just wait for you to come back here. I'll still follow you. I like a boss like you!"
Shen Qingshu squeezed her hand and laughed at her, calling her a silly girl.
Chi Guo'er burst into tears.
...
Fu Siyan drove the car after we left Huanxing.
Shen Qingshu sat in the back row, leaning weakly against the seat.
Fu Siyan looked at her through the rearview mirror and asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"
Shen Qingshu shook her head, gazing at the scenery outside the window, her voice soft, "Fu Siyan, it feels like it's been a long time since I've really looked at this city properly. Would you drive me around for a bit?"
Fu Siyan tightened his grip on the steering wheel slightly.
His eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he responded softly, "Okay."
Black Bentleys circled the city avenues.
Drive through the bustling city center streets;
We drove onto the University Town Avenue, lined with lush ginkgo trees.
The tires rolled over, kicking up a carpet of golden leaves.
Flakes of sand swirled in the wind, like sprites draped in golden dust, dancing gracefully in the autumn breeze. As the car receded into the distance, the flakes fell back down.
A sparrow flew down from the tree, picked up a fallen leaf, and flew away...
Autumn is here, can winter be far behind?
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A black Bentley pulled up on the banks of the Lijiang River.
The setting sun dyed the sky red.
Inside the carriage, Shen Qingshu kept her eyes closed.
Fu Siyan turned around and gently called her, "A-Shu".
Shen Qingshu slowly opened her eyes.
Fu Siyan's voice was gentle and deep, "We've arrived at Lijiang."
Shen Qingshu rolled down the car window.
The wind from the river blew into the car.
It carries a delicate fragrance of osmanthus, which is refreshing and delightful.
Shen Qingshu gazed at the red glow on the horizon.
The woman's pale, frail face was illuminated by that touch of red, giving her a bit more vitality.
The rear door opened, and Chen Qingshu got out of the car.
Fu Siyan hurriedly unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car.
Along the Lijiang River, there is a whole row of osmanthus trees.
The river surface rippled gently, and osmanthus blossoms drifted down in scattered petals.
Shen Qingshu walked ahead, with Fu Siyan silently following behind her.
After walking a short distance, the woman's breathing gradually became rapid and heavy; her body was finally giving out, and her legs felt heavy.
Shen Qingshu sat down on an empty bench.
Fu Siyan sat down next to her, unscrewed the lid of the thermos, and handed it to her.
Shen Qingshu took the water, drank some warm water, and her breathing became much easier.
She handed the thermos to Fu Siyan.
Fu Siyan took it and screwed on the lid.
"Fu Siyan, do you still remember what you said before about scattering your ashes in the Lijiang River?"
Fu Siyan was taken aback.
He suddenly turned his head to look at her.
“Lijiang is beautiful, but I don’t want to die here.” Shen Qingshu smiled faintly at him. “If I don’t make it through this ordeal, please help me find a good feng shui site that can bless my two children with health, peace, and longevity.”
“Ah Shu,” Fu Siyan looked at her, his Adam’s apple bobbing with difficulty, his voice tense, “Don’t say such things…”
"Everyone dies eventually. Of course, I will try my best to live to the very end. But if I really leave, I will feel guilty towards my children, and I will try my best to make it up to them. As for material things, you have given me more than enough, so I don't need to worry about them. As for spending time with them..."
Shen Qingshu paused, took a deep breath, and lowered her voice.
"Time really flies. In the blink of an eye, my two children are almost five years old."
Shen Qingshu pointed to a spot not far away, "That year, I stood there watching a woman interact with a two- or three-year-old child. That scene touched me, and it was on that day that I finally made up my mind to keep the two children."
Fu Siyan stared at her blankly.
Shen Qingshu turned to look at him, her voice gentle, "Fu Siyan, I really want to be there for our two children as they grow up, to see them get married and start their own families, and to experience the joy of being surrounded by children and grandchildren in my old age, but I'm afraid I won't be able to see it. Fortunately, we still have you. As long as you are here, our children will always have a home."
Fu Siyan's eyes reddened, "A-Shu, stop talking..."
Shen Qingshu turned her head and looked at Lijiang. Her voice was very soft and drifted into the wind: "Fu Siyan, may you live a long and healthy life. Please take a look at the future of my two children."
Fu Siyan's eyes reddened, and his voice choked with emotion: "A-Shu, don't say anymore, you'll live to be a hundred..."
Shen Qingshu lowered her eyes and smiled gently: "Life is a long journey. I will not ask you to remain unmarried for the sake of your two children. You have lived a rather lonely life so far. If you meet the right person in the future, or have children with your new partner, I will sincerely wish you well. You can still treat your new lover and children well. But I have only one request: do not share the material possessions and love that your two children have now."
She looked at him, tears welling in her eyes, and asked, "Can you grant me this request?"
Fu Siyan could no longer control himself and reached out to pull her into his arms.
She was so thin, and even as he held her, his arms felt empty. He didn't dare to squeeze too hard. "I will never marry again, and I will never have any other children in this life! Ah Shu, you must live. Everyone is still trying, so don't give up. Please, live on, please..."
Shen Qingshu didn't struggle as he held her.
She closed her eyes, and a tear fell from the corner of her eye.
Blood gushed from his nose, staining the man's white clothes red.
"Ah Shu! Ah Shu?!"
Shen Qingshu did not respond.
Fu Siyan picked her up and ran towards the black Bentley—
The sun set behind the mountains, and darkness fell.
A night breeze swept by, and large swaths of osmanthus blossoms fell.
Black leather shoes hurried past, dripping blood that stained the fallen flowers red.
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