Chapter 29
Ji Zhiqi's life is counting down at a cruel speed.
After returning to the apartment, Ji Zhiqi locked himself in a private recording studio with excellent sound insulation.
He is currently writing songs for Song Shiyu and plans to write a series.
The first song is almost finished, and he must finish it before... he leaves.
He wanted to hide the love, gratitude and reluctance that could not be expressed in words into the melody and lyrics as a final gift for Song Shiyu.
Suddenly, a heart-wrenching cough came without warning, more severe than any previous one.
He suddenly bent down and covered his mouth tightly with his hands, feeling a fishy and sweet taste in his throat.
When his coughing finally subsided, he opened his palms. The glaring blood was even more intense than last time, staining his palm lines red.
"Brother Qi!" The cough was so loud that Xiaohua was frightened out of her wits. Tears welled up in her eyes instantly. She frantically searched for medicine and water, her voice tingling with tears, "Take the medicine, take the medicine quickly!"
Ji Zhiqi swallowed the medicine with her hand and leaned against the expensive professional equipment, his face pale and his breath weak.
He looked at Xiaohua who was crying, and spoke with difficulty. He rubbed Xiaohua's head, his voice hoarse but extremely serious: "Xiaohua... in the future... if Song Shiyu comes to you and asks about my condition, you must never tell him the true condition of my condition. You can't say a word, understand?" He repeated with pleading.
Xiaohua nodded vigorously, her tears falling on the floor, leaving small stains.
"This is my 21st year..."
Ji Zhiqi looked at the dim lights in the recording studio, his eyes a little distracted, yet with a strange tenderness.
"This is the first time I've met someone who makes my heart so moved and who I want to love so desperately. He's so good... I just want to... give him my best side. Until the end..." He swallowed the last words, but Xiaohua understood.
He didn't want Song Shiyu to watch him suffer from illness, and didn't want the other party to endure the pain of losing him.
In the evening, Song Shi arrived at Bai Siang's luxuriously decorated apartment as promised.
As soon as he entered the door, Bai Siang stuffed a bottle of wine that looked expensive into his arms: "Come on, come on, my sweet little cotton-padded jacket, come and sit down!"
Song Shiyu placed the bottle of wine on the coffee table, sat down on the soft sofa, and asked calmly, "Tell me, what's going on? Which unlucky guy did you fall in love with?"
Bai Siang immediately became possessed by the spirit of drama and began to describe with his hands and feet gesticulating: "I've been chasing after a super-handsome man recently! Really, that look, that figure, that temperament! And his personality is gentle and considerate, he looks exactly like my ideal type! But! But I recently discovered that he is actually very close to a girl! And their behavior is quite intimate!" He had an expression of "the sky is falling" on his face.
Song Shiyu supported his chin with one hand and analyzed rationally: "Didn't you just ask who that girl was? What if she was a sister or just an ordinary friend?"
"Ask? How can you ask!"
Bai Siang waved his hands exaggeratedly, "Asking doesn't that mean I'm admitting defeat? In the game of love, whoever takes the initiative first loses the upper hand! This is a matter of principle!"
Song Shiyu disagreed with this. He felt that sincerity in feelings was more important than gambling.
Bai Siang leaned closer to him, winked, and changed the subject: "Hey, don't just talk about me. What you said in the group last time, did you really sleep with Ji Zhiqi?"
Song Shiyu's body stiffened slightly, and he knew he couldn't escape this question.
He nodded, his tone as calm as possible: "Really."
Sure enough, Bai Siang's eyes lit up like searchlights in an instant, and he asked excitedly: "Quick! Tell us more! How do you feel? Our big star Ji...um...how do you feel?" He smiled ambiguously.
Song Shiyu recalled those two intimate encounters, and his body seemed to still retain the throbbing and tenderness of that time. His ears felt slightly hot, and he nodded vaguely: "It's... quite comfortable."
Bai Siang gave a look of "as expected" and continued to ask in a low voice, "So... is he particularly... um... tight?"
Song Shiyu coughed because of his straightforward question, reached out to push away his head that was almost touching his face, laughed dryly twice, and did not answer.
His reaction gave Bai Siang an epiphany. He suddenly jumped up from the sofa, pointed at Song Shiyu, his eyes widened, and his voice changed: "Song Shiyu! You...you...you...what's with that expression?! Are you the one down there?!"
Song Shiyu looked at him in silence and nodded again.
“Ah ...
Bai Siang wailed in grief and indignation, collapsed back on the sofa, hugged the pillow, and beat his chest and stamped his feet.
"No——! Song Shiyu! You are the most perfect and best person in my heart! How could you just... just give up everything for love and sacrifice yourself to Ji Zhiqi! Woohoo, my faith has collapsed!" He looked so heartbroken, as if the sky had fallen.
Song Shiyu watched his exaggerated performance and finally realized that this bullshit heartbreak was just an excuse for this guy to get gossip from him!
He couldn't help but laugh out loud, his tone filled with a gentleness he didn't even notice: "Because I like him, very much. So who is below me, what does it matter? As long as I'm with him."
Bai Siang stopped his "sorrow" and propped up his chin with his hand. He looked at Song Shiyu as if he were a rare animal and said in amazement: "Did Ji Zhiqi save your life? He made you so devoted to him that you didn't even care about your dignity."
Song Shiyu smiled and didn't respond. Instead, he reminded him, "It's about time for you to go back, right? If you keep hiding like this, I think Zhou Yue will really come to arrest you personally."
When he heard the name "Zhou Yue", Bai Siang was like a cat whose tail was stepped on. He instantly stood up and his voice rose eight octaves: "Don't mention him! That beast! A control freak! I hate him the most! I don't want to go back!" A complex and indistinguishable emotion flashed across his face, including anger, resistance, and something else hidden.
Song Shiyu could see that the relationship between the two was complicated and not something an outsider could easily interfere with.
He originally wanted to persuade Bai Siang and Zhou Yue to have a good talk, but seeing Bai Siang's resistance, he knew that it was useless to say more, so he did not continue the topic.
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