Chapter 629 Side Story - Shu Tong's Handwriting
As soon as he got out of the car, Ye Zhiyuan ran over quickly: "Fang Tong, what's wrong?"
"Chairman Ye," Fang Tong said a little embarrassedly, "I accidentally twisted my ankle..."
Ye Zhiyuan immediately squatted down to examine it: "Left foot?"
"Um."
He didn't dare to touch it directly, but observed it for a moment and said, "It doesn't seem to have started to swell yet... There's a clinic nearby, I'll take you there to have a look."
"It's alright, I'll just put on an ice pack and a plaster when I get to the company..." Fang Tong said, "Chairman Ye, you go ahead and get busy, I'll just call the receptionist and have her come pick me up."
"How can that be!" Ye Zhiyuan said seriously, "You are my employee. How can I ignore an employee who is injured?"
Without waiting for a reply, he extended an arm: "Take my arm, I'll help you into the car."
Seeing that Fang Tong was still hesitant, he looked at her with a deep gaze: "Then how about I carry you over?"
Fang Tong then raised her hand to support his arm: "Thank you, Chairman Ye."
And so, Ye Zhiyuan got Fang Tong into the passenger seat and drove all the way to the clinic.
Just to be on the safe side, the doctor suggested she get an X-ray, so Fang Tong handed her bag to Ye Zhiyuan to keep it safe for her.
Meanwhile, Chen Ci had already returned home. Seeing the daisies arranged on the living room table, his mood finally eased a bit.
Although he couldn't understand why Fang Tong was suddenly being so polite to him, her attitude gave him a sense of familiarity.
That's how Shu Tong treated him at the beginning.
She always treated him with utmost respect, and her words and actions always reflected the self-awareness of a prince's concubine who did not wish to be favored.
See? He won't forget Shu Tong, not in this lifetime.
She was like a cinnabar mark branded on his chest.
It might not be visible from the outside.
But it will always be engraved in the place closest to his heart.
It hurts even if you touch it.
A pang of sadness welled up in Chen Ci's heart. He went straight to the study, took out the portrait of Shu Tong from the basket on the corner of the table, and unfolded it to look at it.
He wanted to lay the portrait flat on the table and write a few words on it, but he was surprised to find that there were words on the Xuan paper on the table.
He originally thought it was written by himself, but after looking at it, he realized that it was not his handwriting at all, and the habits in each stroke were very similar to those of a person.
Shu Tong.
Because she had also transmigrated into a book before, she didn't know how to write calligraphy. He taught her calligraphy stroke by stroke.
He was extremely familiar with her habits.
Especially this poem.
His fingertips gently traced those words, amplifying the bitterness in his heart. He could almost see her standing behind the desk, sketching each line with caress.
Without a doubt, only he and Fang Tong lived in this house, so the calligraphy was naturally written by her.
Fang Tong.
Is it really Shu Tong?
He took out his phone and made a call, but the phone rang for a long time without being answered.
But he didn't give up.
Right now, all he wanted to ask her was if she had written those words, and whether she had remembered her past memories...
At the clinic, while Fang Tong was getting X-rays taken, her phone kept ringing.
Afraid of delaying her business, Ye Zhiyuan finally took out his phone and glanced at it. It was a call from Dr. Chen.
doctor?
Ye Zhiyuan answered the phone, and a man's voice came from the other end: "Fang Tong, did you write that calligraphy in the study?"
Character?
Ye Zhiyuan didn't quite understand, and hurriedly explained, "I'm sorry, Fang Tong is not available to answer the phone right now. Can you call her back in a bit?"
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