0077 A Good Night (Prequel)
The ear-piercing sounds of pulling and anxious calls echoed alternately in my ears.
Although he had already taken off his cotton-padded coat, Zhiwen still felt sweat pouring down his body.
His heart was in his throat, and he held his breath tightly.
Halfway there in the ambulance, Wanqi Fuze regained consciousness for a moment and tugged at his sleeve as if he had something to say. He quickly leaned closer and called out, "He Lingling."
His breathing was already unsteady, and he was wearing an oxygen mask. He struggled to speak, saying that he would make sure to have He Lingling safely sent back to D province.
The fire in her heart flared up instantly, and seeing his stubborn gaze, she nodded with her neck stiff for a long time.
For the first six months, Wan Qifuze had been trying to transfer him away from the capital, which he assumed was the intention of Old Master Wan. However, he had met a suitable blind date and developed the idea of settling down, so he didn't hide his refusal.
Wanqi Fuze gave him a complicated look, then smiled and patted him on the shoulder.
He knew Wanqi Fuze wouldn't force him, even if it meant turning down the excellent path the Wan family had paved for him. He didn't even suspect that he was already so seriously ill at that time.
When he reached the top floor of Shengyue, he had already collapsed to the ground.
A man who is nearly 1.9 meters tall and a powerful figure in the business world can't even stand up at this moment.
As a subordinate, I could only stand to his left and right, looking at his back, so I didn't realize that he was already emaciated.
Only when I got closer did I realize that he was still conscious, but the pain made him unable to stand up.
She held his hand tightly, still exuding her usual air of nobility, but with a pleading look in her eyes.
"Brother, don't take me to the hospital."
The shout of "Brother!" was so loud that it made him regret it deeply.
At that moment, I even felt like dying to atone for my sins.
Of course, Zhiwen wouldn't listen to him and called Zong Qiuyang late at night.
The other side was also startled, but then calmed down and ordered the other party to quickly send the person to the military region's X hospital.
Zong Qiuyang set off from home late at night. After hearing the reason, her husband insisted on driving her. Firstly, he was afraid that she would be tired from driving at night and that her emotions would affect the upcoming surgery. Secondly, he also had to go and see this patient with special status.
Zong Qiuyang is known for his decisive and efficient work style, and his fiery temper is unique in the Zong family.
Looking at Wanqi Fuze, who was lying on the hospital bed and was so thin, she turned around and scolded Zhiwen without any politeness.
The words weren't pleasant to hear, but Zhiwen accepted them all without uttering a sound.
In the middle of the night, Wanqi Fuze slowly woke up and saw the person sitting by his bedside, realizing where he was. He called out in a hoarse voice, "Aunt Zong," and the smile on that sickly face was still the same as when he was a child.
Zong Qiuyang was flipping through his medical records with a cold face and didn't respond.
In the first half of the night, Zhiwen used the clues from the past six months to contact Wanqi Fuze's attending physician in the United States, and also used some of his connections to obtain nearly a year's worth of Wanqi Fuze's treatment records.
When he handed the documents to Zong Qiuyang, he felt a pang of heartache without even needing to read the other's expression. As a subordinate, he could never be forgiven for going this far; all he could do now was try to make amends.
Du Leng brought in steaming hot rice porridge; it was unclear where he had gotten the medicinal food so late at night.
His refined and scholarly demeanor contrasted sharply with Zong Qiuyang's, yet they complemented each other perfectly when standing together.
He patted his wife's shoulder, looked at Fuze on the hospital bed, and said softly, "You've both worked so hard. Are you hungry? Have some porridge?"
The look in his eyes when he looked at his wife was filled with deep tenderness, and Wanqi Fuze felt a pang of sadness in his heart.
In the latter half of the night, everyone was exhausted. Du Leng's arrival slightly eased the chilly feeling in the ward. Wan Qifuze ate some porridge and fell asleep again at some point.
When he awoke, his mind was hazy; he only vaguely saw figures overlapping in front of his bed, some talking. In his dazed state, he heard Zong Qiuyang ask, with a look of shock, "He was so sick that the Wan family didn't even know?"
Before the person on the other end could reply, Wanqi Fuze spoke first, weakly saying, "Please don't tell my grandfather..."
The person on the hospital bed had no color in their face, even their lips were pale, yet they still managed to force a smile to please their elders.
Zong Qiuyang's heart was clenched so hard that she, who had lived most of her life, fell inside and was left bleeding profusely.
That smile was so familiar; she couldn't bear to think how long it had been since she'd seen Xu Yi's youngest son after her friend's passing. Yet, she felt as if it were yesterday that Xiao Fuze, with that ingratiating and adorable smile, called her "godmother."
It's something to regret.
The precious child who was once the apple of everyone's eye and pampered by several families now has to put on a fawning smile and admit their mistake.
Just because I got sick, and I got a sickness that would worry my family.
Should people believe in fate?
If you don't believe it, why is it that even with such wealth and status, one still couldn't withstand the natural disasters of over a decade ago, nor the man-made calamities of today...?
She retorted sharply, "You brat, once you're inside, you'll know you can't hide it from your grandfather."
Unsure whether the person on the bed heard her reply, Wanqi Fuze closed her eyes again.
The excruciating pain made her exhale sharply. One wonders if Xu Yi, in heaven, would be heartbroken to see this scene…
Zong Qiuyang tucked the blanket around Fu Ze, stared at him for a long time, and finally left the room.
Just before leaving, she turned back and muttered to herself, "You brat, why aren't you calling me godmother anymore?"
No one answered him.
He went outside and saw Du Leng, who had been waiting for him all night.
Du Leng knew his wife was heartbroken and didn't dare leave. When he saw his wife come out, he first pulled Zong Qiuyang into his arms.
The two had no children, and if it weren't for the events of fifteen years ago, they would still have cherished Fuze as their own son. However, after Xu Yi passed away and Fuze went to D province, the Zong and Wan families severed their already strained ties.
He sighed softly and said to his wife, whose body was cold and hard in his arms, "This child is still the same as when he was a child."
After a long while, Zong Qiuyang finally managed to transfer the warmth from Du Leng to himself.
She replied, "He's just too stubborn." Just like his father.
The two of them sighed in unison.
——
Although I can't wake up, it was all a long dream.
The girl's tears in his dream touched his heart.
Before leaving, she asked him, "Is there anything else?" which made him go blank for a moment, having prepared his words for so long.
besides.
Of course there are more.
He had so many things he wanted to give her.
I'm afraid she's having a hard time, afraid she's uncomfortable, and afraid she's unhappy.
So when the lawyers first saw the draft, they were slightly surprised and wondered whether the recipient was "Miss He" or "Mrs. Chen" as stated in the will.
He just shook his head with a wry smile.
No amount of money can be enough. What he got from Lingling and from Mr. and Mrs. He, is far more than he can ever repay.
The night I returned from D province was not part of my plan, but I suddenly fell ill and couldn't show my sick body to others. So I had to explain the situation to He Yundong first.
He left home at a young age and had long been absent from his father's life. He knew that although He Yundong looked strict, he had always regarded him as his own child.
So much so that after making his request, he repeatedly asked himself, with tears in his eyes, whether he really had to do it.
He said, "Lingling doesn't love me."
But He Yundong shook his head firmly: "If you do this, she will hate you."
hatred?
No, he knows what she wants.
He had considered the possibility that she would come after him, so he sent people to wait for her at the airport in B City. Uncle He would definitely not let her return to B City for a while, but if she wanted to sneak out, she actually did! She did it so fast that even he, who was always confident in his actions, couldn't keep up.
He couldn't help but tremble just from seeing her back.
He told himself he had to go even further...
So he repeated what he had asked He's father to tell her, and he didn't know how he managed to say such harsh words. But when he saw her, he felt no masochistic pleasure whatsoever.
She didn't shed a tear, but his heart was filled with a torrential downpour.
She asked in a trembling voice, "Is there anything else?" Her whole body was shaking like a pitiful bird.
"That's all." He swallowed hard, feeling a pang of sadness.
some.
Yes, Lingling.
All that messy, meaningless stuff will be clearly explained by lawyers and wills. I don't want to talk to you about these things in the final moments of my life, in the last hours before we part ways.
What I truly wanted to say was something I could never say, something that will never be said again…
Only one sentence—
I love you, He Lingling.
P.S.: This chapter begins from Fuze's perspective. Yes, finally.
whee)
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