Chapter 195 I'm Not Dreaming
In the hospital, Fu Beicheng didn't say a word since he woke up. He ignored everyone and stayed quiet with no expression on his face. He didn't ask Ning Xin why she didn't come to see him.
Zhang Sen and Fu Chuan were worried every day, especially when Zhang Sen seemed to have seen the time when Fu Beicheng woke up after becoming a vegetable.
It was the same back then. He never let anyone get close to him, and he looked like he kept strangers away. It was as if he had locked himself in a corner that belonged to him alone. Sometimes he would lose his temper and throw things around. Only Fang Yu and Ning Xin at that time dared to get close to him.
Zhang Sen sighed, "How did the president become like this? He doesn't speak, as if his soul has been sucked out."
Fu Chuan suddenly thought of Ning Xin, "He hit me like this without even saying a word of hello, how cruel."
Ning Xin and Ning Heng happened to hear this when they arrived. Ning Xin's face showed no big expression, but Ning Heng spoke up, "Can I blame my sister for Fu Beicheng running straight to the car?"
"If she had listened to our president carefully, he wouldn't have stopped the car directly." Fu Chuan retorted.
"I'll go see him." Ning Xin interrupted them and walked into the ward with her head down.
Fu Chuan and Zhang Sen both looked at Zhi Yan who was held by Ning Heng, staring at each other. Zhang Sen and Fu Chuan looked at each other, and saw shock in each other's eyes. They both looked at Zhi Yan again at the same time.
Seeing that his two uncles were looking at him, the little guy smiled at them.
Their hearts suddenly seemed to melt, and they looked at each other again, exchanging glances.
Zhang Sen: "Whose child is this? Why does he look so much like the CEO? He's a completely smaller version of Fu Beicheng. Except for his bad mouth, he looks exactly like him in every way."
Fu Chuan: "If you ask me, who should I ask?"
They asked Ning Heng, and they both shouted at the same time, "Whose child is this? Why does he look so much like our CEO?"
Ning Heng held the child in his arms and said nonchalantly, "Guess."
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Ning Xin opened the door of the ward and saw the man sleeping on the bed. She walked over quietly and stood beside the bed looking at his sleeping face.
His originally cold and hard cheeks became even thinner, with a small piece of gauze on his forehead, and his lips were pale without a trace of blood.
Ning Xinxin suddenly felt a pain, and only the sound of breathing remained in the quiet room. Ji Siqing's eyes turned red unconsciously, and suddenly Fu Beicheng slowly opened his eyes.
Ning Xin's whole body stiffened. Their eyes met. The man looked at her without blinking. Ning Xin didn't dare to breathe hard.
After an unknown amount of time, his voice became hoarse and uncertain. "Are you here? I'm not dreaming."
Ning Xin's tears burst out at this moment, and she nodded repeatedly, "I came to see you."
Fu Beicheng's eyes slowly turned red, and he looked at her and said, "I thought you would never come to see me again."
Ning Xinxin's heart suddenly twitched, and she felt extremely distressed and uncomfortable.
Fu Beicheng stretched out his hand tentatively and held her hand in his, as if he had just confirmed that he was real.
"Don't you blame me anymore?" He looked up at her, his voice a little hoarse.
Ning Xin burst into tears and threw herself on him and cried, "Fu Beicheng, I thought you were dead. I was so scared and worried about you. What would I do if you died?"
Fu Beicheng was stunned, thinking he was hallucinating. She actually cried for him. Fu Beicheng pulled the person who was buried in his chest up. He held her face and said in a trembling voice, "Did I hear correctly? Are you crying for me?"
"nonsense."
Fu Beicheng: "Say what you just said again."
Ning Xin's tears fell even harder, and Fu Beicheng hurriedly wiped her tears away, "Don't cry, Xinxin, do you still blame me?"
Ning Xin shook her head, "Fu Beicheng, let's start over. I won't regret it this time. Believe me."
Fu Beicheng went from being astonished to doubting, his eyes gradually turning red, "Really?"
Ning Xin nodded vigorously, lowered her head and kissed him on the lips, "I can't imagine how I would live without you, and I want to marry you and be your wife."
Fu Beicheng's eyes trembled, and he held the back of her head, their lips pressed together, tears spread in their mouths, salty and astringent. He was always domineering, but at this moment he was particularly gentle, as if she would run away if he exerted too much force. The lingering and gentle kisses fell in small and fragmented pieces.
The word "Xinxin" came out of the corner of his lips, as if he was confirming over and over again that it was really her. Ning Xin felt very sad, but Geng Jia responded to him enthusiastically.
It took him a long time to let go of her lips. They were both breathing rapidly, and could hear each other's rapid breathing. Their foreheads touched each other. Ning Xin saw the moisture in his eyes and kissed him on the eyes. The man was a little bit unbelievable.
Then he became ecstatic, with stars in his eyes, and called her name softly, "Xinxin."
"Fu Beicheng, don't scare me anymore. Take good care of yourself. Got it?"
Fu Beicheng held her face in his hands, his eyes lingering over her eyebrows and eyes, "Okay."
"I said before that I would give you a surprise when we get married, you still remember."
Fu Beicheng was stunned. He felt uneasy. "What surprise?"
Ning Xin found him a little funny when she saw him like this. She got out of bed and Fu Beicheng pulled her along. Ning Xin smiled helplessly and said, "I'll be back soon."
Fu Beicheng stared at her back motionlessly until Ning Xin appeared again with a little boy in her arms.
Fu Beicheng didn't quite understand at first, until they walked in and he saw the little guy in her arms, staring at him with big eyes, not blinking.
Fu Beicheng looked at the little boy who looked exactly like himself when he was a child, and his thoughts were about to burst out. He looked at the mother and son in shock, and his lips trembled unconsciously.
"Mom." The little guy looked at Fu Beicheng and inexplicably wanted to get close to him, but he didn't dare to look at his own mom.
"His name is Zhiyan and he is our son."
Fu Beicheng's eyes widened, and he seemed to be frozen in place. Ning Xin looked at Te with amusement, "Fu Beicheng, if you don't speak up, we'll leave."
Fu Beicheng suddenly reacted and subconsciously stood up from the bed, causing the needle in his hand to be pulled. Ning Xin exclaimed, put her son down, checked his hand, and calmed his agitated body, "Don't move, sit down and talk."
Fu Beicheng's eyes gradually turned red, and he spoke incoherently, "Xinxin, am I dreaming? You hit me, why did you come back when I woke up, and brought our child with you? I must be dreaming, otherwise why would this dream be so beautiful and real."
It was the first time Ning Xin saw him look so silly. She pinched his face and asked, "Does it hurt?"
Fu Beicheng picked up Zhiyan and let him sit astride him, looking at this and that excitedly, "You really are my son. Yes, only I can give birth to such a beautiful child."
Zhiyan looked at the man in front of her quietly, blinking her big eyes at him.
Fu Beicheng couldn't suppress his excitement. Suddenly, his eyes were red as he looked at Ning Xin. He pulled her into his arms and said, "My voice was hoarse and I cried. I'm sorry, Xinxin, I didn't protect you well."
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