Apart from the initial greeting, Xue Mian did not speak to Song Xuanhe until the end of the banquet.
He has always stayed quietly beside Master McPhail, occasionally smiling gently and rarely speaking. Even though he has retired from the entertainment industry, his handsome appearance and gentle demeanor still make many people's eyes stay on him for a few seconds.
It can be seen that Master McPhee also likes him very much. He would always explain some professional terms to Xue Mian who did not understand them in the intervals between communicating with others, and he did not hide the admiration in his eyes. In this way, almost everyone present knew that Master McPhee liked his collaborator very much.
Master McPhail has always been an independent jewelry designer. He has his own eponymous brand and rarely cooperates with investors. Many people were surprised that he could cooperate with the Xue family this time. Seeing him and the heir of the Xue family having fun together, everyone was even more surprised.
These masters who have already reached the top of various design fields are not very concerned about whether a jewelry tycoon has a new heir. But if it is a younger generation that an old friend has high hopes for, that is a different story.
For a moment, most of the designers at the tea party looked at Xue Mian with a much gentler expression.
Song Xuanhe noticed this, but didn't care. He didn't squeeze in to any small table to talk with people, but sat by the window, drinking black tea silently, thinking about something.
This tea party has always been his dream. Even when the tea party just started, several seniors in the fashion design industry had talked to him about the design ideas and creativity of several sets of clothing in his and Feng Tong's first show. If it were any other time, Song Xuanhe would definitely be very happy and cherish the opportunity to communicate about design with his peers.
But for a few days, he was absent-minded.
For some reason, he always felt uneasy and found it difficult to calm down.
His mind suddenly emerged with the vague words that Xiao Yuanmu said to him during the conversation at noon, and then he remembered the meaningful expression on Xiao Lin's face after the conversation with Xiao Yuanmu. He knew that there must be some connection between them, but no matter how he tried to connect them, he could not string these things together to form an answer.
"Mr. Song."
Someone suddenly called him, Song Xuanhe looked up and saw a strange face.
The visitor smiled friendly, pointed at the small table in the middle, and whispered, "I heard that you took a picture of Master McPhee's cufflinks, and now Master McPhee wants to find you."
Song Xuanhe looked in the direction he pointed, and sure enough, he saw Master Mai Fei'er smiling at him. Not only that, there were familiar faces around him, including Xue Mian, Feng Tong, Bai Mo, and Jiang Deyi.
"Are you wearing those cufflinks?" The visitor glanced at his sleeves and found nothing, so he reminded him, "My friend, you attended Master McPhee's tea party because of those cufflinks, but you are not wearing them now. I'm afraid this is disrespectful to the host."
Song Xuanhe knew that he was reminding her with good intentions, so he thanked her calmly and said, "That cufflink belongs to the person who suits him best. I believe Master Mai Fei'er can understand."
The visitor nodded: "Master McPhee is always gentle and friendly, he will understand you."
Song Xuanhe put down the tea in his hand, stood up and walked towards Master Mai Fei'er. The closer he got, the clearer he could see the expressions of those people.
The smile on his face deepened, and he stood in front of the table: "Master McPhee."
"Hello, Mr. Song." Master McPhee asked him to sit down, then said with a smile: "I heard that you bought my cufflinks. To be honest, this pair of cufflinks is the one I am most satisfied with among all the works I have created in my life. I went through a lot of mental struggles when I auctioned it. Now that I see you, I think it has found a good owner."
Song Xuanhe's eyes were clear and bright, and one could tell at a glance that he truly loved and admired them: "This pair of cufflinks has always been my favorite among the countless treasures I have taken pictures of."
Upon hearing this, Master McPhee's smile deepened, and he said, "Child, can you let me see my pair of cufflinks again?"
Song Xuan glanced at the worried Feng Tong, the frowning Xue Mian, and the proud Jiang Deyi and Bai Mo, and smiled and shook his head, "I'm afraid not, Master Mai Fei'er, the cufflink is not on me now."
"I didn't expect that Mr. Song, who loves this piece so much, would not wear it when attending his host's tea party." Bai Mo laughed and said, "I think maybe there was some misunderstanding that made you forget about it, or maybe the clothes you wore today are not suitable for wearing cufflinks. These are all excusable reasons."
Master Mai Fei'er's smile remained unchanged, as if he had not heard what Bai Mo said. Instead, he smiled and asked Song Xuanhe: "Can you tell me the reason, kid?"
Song Xuanhe nodded, his eyes slightly curved, as if they were filled with broken diamonds, shining with tiny sparkles. He said, "That pair of cufflinks is now on the person I cherish and love the most. He likes them very much."
Master Mai Feier fell silent for a few seconds before he raised his hand and patted Song Xuanhe's arm, saying, "I hope that the person who receives the cufflinks will receive the blessing I gave him when I designed them."
"What blessing?" Song Xuanhe asked.
"Love that will accompany you forever." Master Mai Feier smiled, his eyes full of kindness: "This is also my blessing to you."
Song Xuanhe paused, and for some reason his nose felt a little sour. He nodded solemnly and said, "Thank you for your blessing."
Master Maifei patted his arm again, his eyes fell on the design draft in his hand, and said with a smile: "I have noticed your draft paper a long time ago. If you don't mind, can you let me take a look?"
Song Xuanhe was stunned and met Feng Tong's surprised eyes. Feng Tong was afraid that Song Xuanhe would refuse, so he silently urged Song Xuanhe to show the design draft to Master Mai Fei'er.
"sure."
Even if Feng Tong's worries were unnecessary, Song Xuanhe could not refuse the advice of a master in the design industry.
Master Mai Feier took out the design draft in his hand, his eyes lit up, and a smile of surprise appeared on his face. Just as he was about to speak, he thought of something and looked up to the others and said, "If you gentlemen don't mind, I would like to talk to Mr. Song alone."
Xue Mian smiled and said, "I just happen to want to go over there for a drink. Anyone want to go with me?"
Feng Tong reacted and quickly said that he would go with him.
Bai Mo and Jiang Deyi looked at each other, gave Song Xuanhe a cold look, and then left.
In fact, this was originally an open communication tea party. Many design works were placed on a table and discussed by a group of people. There was no need to send anyone away.
So after they left, Song Xuanhe looked at Master Mai Fei'er with some confusion.
Master McPhee smiled at him but did not explain. Instead, he asked about the inspiration for his design.
"I've seen the video of your first fashion show. It's very creative, especially your use of colors. But this one seems a little different from your previous designs. Can you tell me about it?"
Song Xuanhe was brought back to his senses and started discussing with Master Mai Fei'er.
This discussion lasted for more than an hour. When it was over, the two were still reluctant to leave. Master Mai Feier even pulled over some friends who came to talk and introduced Song Xuanhe to them. One of them was an internationally renowned luxury designer. He was very interested in Song Xuanhe's designs and the two exchanged contact information.
By the time the tea party was over, Song Xuanhe had benefited a lot.
As dinner time approached, the guests left one after another, and only a few of Master McPhail's old friends were kept by him to have dinner together.
Because of the pleasant conversation just now, Song Xuanhe also received an invitation, but he still chose to decline tactfully.
Xue Mian, who was standing next to Master Mai Fei'er, was a little surprised when he heard his refusal. He had previously thought that Song Xuanhe had just set up a fashion design studio for fun, but after this afternoon, he had changed his mind.
He could see that Song Xuanhe was very talented in this area, and several masters also had a good impression of him. Song Xuanhe himself also cherished this opportunity very much, so when Master Mai Feier invited him, he almost subconsciously felt that Song Xuanhe would definitely agree.
Even if Xiao Yuanmu came back today, Xue Mian believed that in Song Xuanhe's eyes, he was often more important than Xiao Yuanmu.
But this time he was wrong again.
Song Xuanhe's answer to Master Mai Fei'er was: "Because I haven't seen the man wearing your cufflinks for thirty-two hours, and I can't wait to see him."
Hearing his answer, not only Master McPhail laughed, but several other masters also laughed kindly. The eagerness and love of young people always make people feel good.
So Master McPhee just smiled and said, "Have a nice night."
After saying goodbye, Song Xuan was about to leave, but unexpectedly, before walking out of the garden, he was stopped by Xue Mian.
He was a little surprised, but still stopped.
Xue Mian walked a few steps quickly to Song Xuanhe, pointed to the table and chairs on the other side of the garden, and said, "Let's talk."
"I don't think there's anything between us that requires us to sit down and have an in-depth chat." Song Xuanhe refused: "But thank you very much for today."
Song Xuanhe knew that Master Mai Feier invited him to dinner on a whim probably because of Xue Mian. He knew that he had a good talent for design and enjoyed the afternoon chat, but he was not so conceited that he could win the favor of a master who had seen countless talented young people in just one afternoon.
Moreover, Master McPhail did not mention inviting him to dinner at the end of the conversation, but only mentioned it after talking to Xue Mian.
"No need to thank me." Xue Mian said, "Master Mai Fei'er already admires you. I just mentioned it. Besides, I have my own selfish motives."
Song Xuanhe looked at him without asking or speaking.
Xue Mian pulled the corner of his mouth, turned his eyes away, and asked, "You like Xiao Yuanmu more than I thought, but have you ever thought about whether you can really go on together?"
"This is our business." Song Xuanhe said lightly.
"Of course." Xue Mian laughed, with a hint of ridicule: "This has never been my business. Don't worry, I have figured it out."
"Whether you figure it out or not won't affect us." Song Xuanhe checked the time, turned around and said, "If you don't have anything else to do, I'll leave first."
Xue Mian looked at Song Xuanhe's back and asked, "Do you know why Xiao Yuanmu went to Country F?"
Song Xuanhe paused: "I will know tonight."
Xue Mian laughed again, with a hint of regret and bitterness in his eyes: "I don't think you will get the answer."
"What's the meaning?"
Song Xuanhe turned around suddenly and could only see Xue Mian's leaving back.
After returning to the apartment, Song Xuanhe felt more and more uneasy. From time to time, he looked up at the ticking second hand on the wall clock, and the corners of his slightly pursed lips tightened little by little.
The clock slipped from five to seven, the sky changed from blue to gray-blue, and the neon lights of Y City lit up little by little, lighting up the city that had just dimmed again as if it were daytime.
[Xiao Yuanmu is back.] 】
The system's voice suddenly rang in his mind, bringing Song Xuanhe, who had just been immersed in his thoughts, back to his senses in a daze. He looked up at the wall clock - seven twenty-five.
While the system was speaking, Xiao Huang, who was lying on the carpet, suddenly raised his head, pricked up his ears and looked towards the door. In less than a second, he jumped up excitedly, and ran towards the door, wagging his tail happily.
The mechanical reminder sound of the elevator door opening was heard, followed by the sound of leather shoes stepping on marble, and the crisp sound of Xiao Huang's nails stepping on marble when he jumped up excitedly.
Song Xuanhe raised his eyes and met Xiao Yuanmu's.
"I'm back." Xiao Yuanmu slightly curved his eyes, his face a little pale from being too busy, but his smile was very gentle.
Song Xuanhe stood up and walked towards him. He glanced at him and breathed a sigh of relief. He smiled and said, "Have you had dinner?"
Xiao Yuanmu looked back and said, "I brought back the ingredients."
Yang Jie walked out, said hello to Song Xuanhe and turned to go to the kitchen. After putting down the ingredients, he looked at Xiao Yuanmu in silence.
"Go back."
Xiao Yuanmu glanced at him and said lightly.
Yang Jie opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing. He bent down and rubbed Xiao Huang's head, then turned and left.
Song Xuanhe felt something in his heart, and he curled his lips and said, "Did Yang Jie do something wrong? Why didn't he even look at me from the time he came in to the time he left?"
"I want to transfer him back to China." Xiao Yuanmu unbuttoned his cufflinks, put them away carefully, and then said, "He doesn't want to."
"Why?" Song Xuanhe followed him into the kitchen, and Xiao Huang followed closely behind: "His family should be in China."
"Yeah." Xiao Yuanmu paused in rolling up his sleeves. He caught a glimpse of Song Xuanhe sorting out the ingredients. His eyes dimmed. He pulled his sleeves down and said calmly, "His mother is alone in the country."
"But Yang Jie is gone, who will take his place?" Song Xuanhe asked.
"For now, it's Qiao." Xiao Yuanmu said.
Song Xuanhe paused while putting things into the refrigerator, closed the door, turned around and looked into Xiao Yuanmu's eyes and asked, "Are you hiding something from me?"
Xiao Yuanmu: "What's the matter?"
"You are going to Country F this time, not because of the Xiao family, right?" Song Xuanhe grabbed Xiao Yuanmu's hand, led him out of the kitchen, and walked towards the study: "Let's talk."
Xiao Yuanmu let him pull him and followed him obediently, with his eyes lowered so that his expression could not be seen clearly.
Entering the study, Song Xuanhe closed the door and let go of his hand.
"You said before that you wouldn't lie to me." Song Xuanhe looked into Xiao Yuanmu's eyes and said, "I believe you."
Xiao Yuanmu bent his fingers at his sides imperceptibly, and his rolled-up sleeves moved up and down, revealing his sturdy arms.
Song Xuanhe's eyes fell on his hand for a while and then moved away gently, and asked: "Xiao Yuanmu, why did you go to Country F this time?"
"Something personal."
"About what?" Song Xuanhe asked, "Since it's a private matter, why didn't you tell me before?"
Xiao Yuanmu took a step forward, embraced Song Xuanhe, put his chin on his shoulder, and said softly: "I'm so tired."
Song Xuanhe paused, swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth, and raised his hands to wrap around his waist.
"When the time is right, I'll tell you everything." Xiao Yuanmu buried his face in his shoulder, and said in a dull voice, "Don't ask me now, okay?"
After a silence of more than ten seconds, Song Xuanhe said, "Okay."
Xiao Yuanmu returned to the kitchen and cooked. His cooking skills were as good as usual, but for the first time, Song Xuanhe had no appetite.
"How was the tea party at Master Mai Fei'er today?" Xiao Yuanmu asked, putting down his chopsticks.
"Very good." Song Xuanhe got up and went to the living room, took out the design draft and handed it to Xiao Yuanmu. "This is the draft I rushed out these days. I haven't determined the details in detail, but basically the material and size are calculated. Master Mai Fei'er likes this dress very much."
Xiao Yuanmu looked at the design draft in his hand: "When can it be completed?"
"During the Fall/Winter Fashion Week?" Song Xuanhe said uncertainly, "It may be later. I have already decided on the design series for this season. This set seems to conflict with my series and it is not easy to put it in. It may be a long time before the final product is released."
"Is this designed for me?" Xiao Yuanmu raised his eyes and looked at Song Xuanhe.
Song Xuanhe paused, then said with a squinting look: "Every piece of clothing I own is designed for you."
Xiao Yuanmu looked into Song Xuanhe's eyes, which showed undisguised love, and a smile appeared on his lips almost at the same time. He looked at the design draft in his hand again and said, "I want this dress, one-of-a-kind, made just for me."
"Before next week." Xiao Yuanmu asked, "Can you do it?"
Song Xuanhe frowned: "It's still a bit hot to wear this dress now."
"The temperature will drop soon." Xiao Yuanmu looked at Song Xuanhe.
Song Xuanhe could only compromise: "You should be thankful that I have finished my work, but there is no fabric or tools here, I want to make it..."
"I'll have someone send it."
Xiao Yuanmu did what he said. After asking Song Xuanhe what materials he needed, everything he needed was delivered to Xiao Yuanmu's apartment within one day.
Moreover, even though there was clearly an empty room, Xiao Yuanmu insisted on giving half of the space in his study to Song Xuanhe to use as a workbench. The study was large enough that it would not be crowded at all even if he turned it into a workroom.
The bright floor-to-ceiling window was originally Xiao Yuanmu's office area, but now it has become Song Xuanhe's workbench, and Xiao Yuanmu's desk has been moved next to the bookcase that takes up the entire wall. The two can see each other but are independent of each other, which looks strangely harmonious.
After tidying up the study, Xiao Yuanmu did not go to the company again. He was still as busy as usual, staying in the study for more than fifteen hours a day. The difference was that when he looked up, he could see Song Xuanhe opposite him, who was either drawing or sewing and cutting seriously.
Three days passed in a flash, and Song Xuanhe had already gotten used to working with Xiao Yuanmu, while each of them quietly did their own things.
However, starting today, people came to the apartment in an endless stream, one wave after another. Since they had never seen them before, they would greet Song Xuanhe solemnly. Xiao Yuanmu would also introduce them to each other, interrupting Song Xuanhe's work several times.
After meeting Xiao Yuanmu's fund manager, lawyer, and doctor, Song Xuanhe finally couldn't help but ask, "Why are they all rushing here? Did they all make an appointment to come together?"
"I have officially taken over the Xiao family." Xiao Yuanmu curled his lips, rubbed Song Xuanhe's head as if to comfort him, and said with a smile: "My former people and the people of the Xiao family have to report to me separately. I am not in the company, so of course they can only come here."
"Even your..."
Song Xuanhe was talking halfway when Yang Jie knocked on the door and said, "Brother Xiao, Mr. Song, Mr. Zhang."
When Xiao Yuanmu worked at home, Yang Jie would also stay in his apartment to assist him with his work, but he used to work in the living room or other rooms, but today he became his butler, picking up and seeing off guests over and over again.
"Please ask him to come in." Xiao Yuanmu smiled at Song Xuanhe and said.
Zhang Siwei walked in, greeted Song Xuanhe with a smile, and then said, "I heard that your place is very busy recently."
"Upgrade." Xiao Yuanmu said lightly.
"That's right." Zhang Siwei smiled and walked to the sofa and sat down. He glanced at Song Xuanhe's workbench and said with interest, "Mr. Song, is that your design for this fashion week? It looks great. As an acquaintance, can I reserve one in advance?"
"No." Xiao Yuanmu rejected him expressionlessly and said, "He designed that dress for me. There is only one in the world and only I can wear it."
Zhang Siwei raised his eyebrows, and seeing the pride in Xiao Yuanmu's eyes, he smiled and said, "Okay, this is the only one for you. Let's talk business."
Xiao Yuanmu nodded, walked to the other side of Zhang Siwei and sat down. The two took out their computers and started discussing in low voices.
Song Xuanhe took a look and then looked away, concentrating on making the pattern.
As time passed, the system began to count down in Song Xuanhe's mind. During this period, many people came to visit the apartment. It was not until there were only three days left until the final deadline that the apartment returned to silence again.
Without Yang Jie knocking on the door from time to time and without the whispered conversations on the other side, Song Xuanhe felt a little uncomfortable for a moment, but within half an hour, he was back to his work.
He spent a week making this dress and now it has finally come to the final finishing stage. He only needs to adjust a few small details before it can be worn.
Song Xuanhe glanced at Xiao Yuanmu opposite him. He was signing some document. When he noticed Song Xuanhe looking at him, he raised his eyes and smiled at him, then looked away and opened the next document.
"You have a lot of documents to sign recently." Song Xuanhe put down the button in his hand and said, "Did Louis do nothing and all these documents were sent to you?"
"Louis has more documents to sign." Xiao Yuanmu paused with his pen, and the stroke of the letter gently blurred on the paper. He raised the pen and said, "I've been very busy recently."
Song Xuanhe nodded. He knew that Xiao Yuanmu had been very busy recently. After he went to the company to work overtime on business trips, he was even busier at work when he returned home. Xiao Yuanmu had less time to rest than before, and he would get up after sleeping for less than five hours every day.
Hopefully things will get better after this busy period.
Song Xuanhe withdrew his gaze and thought secretly.
Once you start working, you will forget about time. By the time Song Xuanhe cut the last thread, the morning was over. He looked at the finished garment, nodded with satisfaction, and turned to ask Xiao Yuanmu: "The clothes are ready, you can try to see if they fit you."
There was no response behind him. Song Xuanhe thought that Xiao Yuanmu was too focused on his work, so he turned around to look over.
Xiao Yuanmu lay on the table, seemingly exhausted and falling asleep.
Song Xuanhe put down the clothes in his hands, took a blanket from the sofa and covered Xiao Yuanmu with it, with a trace of heartache in his eyes.
Xiao Yuanmu has been too exhausted during this period. The Xiao family's huge industry, the operation of RE, and the affairs of Madam Xiao and Xiao Bocong have made him breathless.
Song Xuanhe pushed aside some long hair on his forehead and touched his forehead with his fingers. The temperature was a little higher than usual. He frowned slightly and was about to try again when he saw the spread-out document out of the corner of his eye.
——Property transfer contract, Party A: Xiao Yuanmu.
Song Xuanhe paused and pulled the contract out from under Xiao Yuanmu's elbow. Before he had time to take a closer look, he heard the system say: [Xiao Yuanmu is not in a good condition! He is not asleep now but unconscious. You'd better send him to the hospital immediately. 】
"Give him a full body check."
Song Xuanhe immediately put down the documents in his hand and reached out to feel the temperature of Xiao Yuanmu's forehead, which was a little hot.
His hand next to Xiao Yuanmu trembled slightly, and a strong sense of uneasiness surged in his heart almost instantly. He took out his mobile phone to call Yu Yan, and shook his head gently. Xiao Yuanmu called his name, but he did not respond at all.
Yu Yan answered the phone very quickly, almost as soon as the phone rang a few times: "Mr. Song? What's up?"
"Xiao Yuanmu has a fever now and his condition is very bad. Where should I send him?"
"Wait!" Yu Yan paused, pushed Zhou Nan's hand away, stood up, walked outside the room, picked up the landline phone, and said to Song Xuanhe while dialing, "I'll contact someone to pick you and Mr. Xiao up right away. Are you in Mr. Xiao's apartment now?"
"Yes."
"Please wait for a moment. In about ten minutes, someone will come upstairs to pick him up. During this time, please try to cool Mr. Xiao down, but don't let him catch a cold, okay?"
Song Xuanhe hung up the phone and called Yang Jie again.
Yang Jie had the key to Xiao Yuanmu's house. In less than two minutes, he ran up. When he saw Xiao Yuanmu lying on the sofa, he was stunned and his face turned pale instantly.
Song Xuanhe was holding an ice towel in his hand. He looked up and saw Yang Jie's expression. However, he had no intention of asking more questions at this time. He just took a quick glance and turned his attention back to Xiao Yuanmu.
"Mr. Song..." Yang Jie asked, "Did you call a doctor? Who did you call? Was it an ambulance from a public hospital?"
"No." Song Xuanhe said: "I called Yu Yan."
Yang Jie breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing Song Xuanhe's tense profile, the corners of his mouth twitched. When he glanced at the unconscious Xiao Yuanmu, he pursed his lips.
Yu Yan made arrangements very quickly. Only seven minutes later, the people he arranged had arrived.
There were a full array of doctors and nurses on board, and almost as soon as Xiao Yuanmu was sent into the car, they had already begun examining him in an orderly manner.
Song Xuanhe sat aside with a tense face, watching the doctor examine Xiao Yuanmu.
The car slowly drove out of the city and headed out of the city.
"Where are we going?" Song Xuanhe shifted his gaze from Xiao Yuanmu to Yu Yan and said, "I don't remember any hospital in this direction, and the Xiao family's private hospital is not in this direction either."
Facing Song Xuanhe's doubts, Yu Yan was very calm: "Mr. Xiao's current situation cannot be known to the Xiao family. That is a hospital invested by Mr. Xiao himself. To be more precise, it should be a sanatorium, Mr. Xiao's private clinic. Even so, the medical equipment is absolutely complete, even better than many private hospitals. You can rest assured."
In fact, Song Xuanhe did not really doubt Yu Yan. Even if he did not trust Yu Yan, he could trust Yang Jie. Since Yang Jie had no objection, it proved that he knew this place.
But he had never heard Xiao Yuanmu say that he had invested in a sanatorium, let alone that he had built a small private hospital for himself there.
Thinking about what happened during this period, Song Xuanhe felt more and more uneasy. He suppressed the gloom in his eyes and just hoped that what Xiao Yuanmu said he would tell him at the right time was really at the right time.
The car drove very fast and steadily, and it took less than thirty minutes. This hospital seemed a little remote, but its facilities were definitely first-class that many private hospitals could not reach.
Song Xuanhe didn't look any further and followed Yu Yan and the others quickly into an independent small building.
The doctors pushed Xiao Yuanmu into a separate consulting room to examine him. Yu Yan stayed outside the door, waiting with Song Xuan and Yang Jie.
At this time, Song Xuanhe finally breathed a sigh of relief. He asked Yang Jie: "Is Xiao Yuanmu hiding something from me? Or, are you hiding something from me together with Xiao Yuanmu?"
Yang Jie pursed his lips, not looking into Song Xuanhe's eyes, and said softly: "Brother Xiao...he will tell you."
"Why did you go to Country F before?" The faint smell of disinfectant in the air made Song Xuanhe even more depressed. His face was cold and his voice was very low: "Tell me."
Yang Jie pursed his lips tightly, avoiding Song Xuanhe's sight, and said: "I can't tell you this, Mr. Song. When Brother Xiao wakes up, he will tell you."
Seeing Yang Jie's evasive look, Song Xuanhe could hardly suppress the uneasiness in his heart. He took a deep breath and asked the system: [How is Xiao Yuanmu's health? 】
[His physical condition is somewhat complicated.] 】The system said:【I still need time to conduct further inspection. 】
Song Xuanhe frowned and said: [Isn't your technology better than the equipment of this era? Why does it take so long just to do a physical? 】
[Since you completed the task, many of my functions have been forcibly taken back. 】The system said: 【So the body scanning system is not as advanced as before, sorry. 】
Hearing the system's apology, Song Xuanhe felt like being poured with a basin of cold water and instantly came to his senses.
You don’t have to apologize. Song Xuanhe rubbed his brows, walked to the sofa by the wall and sat down, holding his head with both hands and said: [I was too anxious and lost my composure. I should apologize to you. I'm sorry. 】
You don’t have to apologize. 】The system said: [I’m just...system, you don’t have to apologize to the system. 】
Song Xuanhe forced a curl of his lips: [So heartless? You've called me brother for so long, so we should be friends after all. 】
【friend? 】The system hesitated.
【how? Your system stipulates that we cannot make friends? 】Song Xuanhe asked.
[Of course not.] 】The system answered quickly, and then fell silent after answering. After more than ten seconds, it said: 【I will check Xiao Yuanmu's body carefully. He will be fine, don't worry. 】
The corners of Song Xuanhe's mouth, which he had managed to raise, drooped. He covered his eyes and hummed softly.
Actually, asking Yang Jie just now was just his way of venting.
From Xiao Yuanmu's sudden silence, frequent overtime, flying alone to Country F while concealing the truth that he went to Country F, to Xue Mian's complicated look when he looked at him, to Yang Jie's hesitant look after returning from Country F, to the fund managers, lawyers, and doctors who worked for Xiao Yuanmu who visited his apartment, to Xiao Yuanmu's sudden coma, and that property transfer contract.
The truth was almost before his eyes, about to come out, but Song Xuanhe did not have the courage to touch the truth.
Not long after, the doctor from the emergency room came out and said to Song Xuanhe, "Mr. Xiao's physical condition is very poor now, but the specific situation needs further examination and analysis to be known."
Song Xuanhe was not surprised. System scans take time, and the doctor will be even slower. He asked calmly, "How long will it take?"
"Three hours at the earliest," the doctor said conservatively.
Song Xuanhe nodded, returned to the sofa where he had just sat, lowered his eyes, and said nothing.
An unknown amount of time had passed before the system slowly spoke in a complicated tone: [Xiao Yuanmu he...]
As it opened its mouth, Yang Jie ran over and said to Song Xuanhe: "Brother Xiao is awake!"
Song Xuan and Huo stood up and ran towards the ward. When they reached the door, he suddenly stopped and took two steps back.
Behind this door is the truth he has always wanted to know, but now, he is not sure if he really wants to know it.
"Mr. Song?" Yu Yan came over and asked, "Mr. Xiao is awake, aren't you going in?"
Song Xuanhe paused, then pushed the door open and said, "I'll be in right away."
Yu Yan nodded and left. Song Xuanhe stepped into the ward and made eye contact with the man on the bed. His face looked pale but there was nothing unusual about it.
Song Xuanhe tightened his grip on the door, put down the foot he had just raised, stood by the door and looked at Xiao Yuanmu quietly.
Xiao Yuanmu blinked and asked him, "Are you angry?"
Without waiting for Song Xuanhe's answer, Xiao Yuanmu's eyes dimmed a little, and his clear eyes stared at him: "I'll buy you some porridge, please don't be angry, okay?"
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