"Xiao...what's wrong with you?"
Song Xuanhe was startled and subconsciously raised his hands to support Xiao Yuanmu's body which was slightly sliding down. He held his head with his right hand and his waist with his left hand. However, after touching him, he found that Xiao Yuanmu's forehead was covered with cold sweat and the back of his shirt was already soaked with sweat. Xiao Yuanmu's eyes were closed and his face and lips were pale.
"Xiao Yuanmu?" Song Xuanhe gently patted his face. His hands were cold. Seeing his eyelashes trembling slightly, he quickly said, "What's wrong with you? I'll help you to the bed and call a doctor right away. Just bear with it."
Xiao Yuanmu opened his eyes slightly, his cold eyes did not soften at all even when he was weak, and were even colder and sharper than usual, like a lake whose tranquility was broken and suddenly covered with ice and snow, and under the ice was endless defense and darkness.
"No need." He said calmly, raised his hand to peel off Xiao Yuanmu's hand that was supporting his waist, and slowly stood up. Apart from his cold and gloomy look and overly pale face, there was almost no sign of embarrassment from his sudden fall, nor any sign of discomfort.
If Xiao Yuanmu had not fallen on him just now, and his fingertips had not felt the wet and cold feeling on his forehead, Song Xuanhe would have almost been deceived by his calm appearance.
"You're not feeling well, but you probably don't have a fever." Song Xuanhe looked up from his tense jaw to his eyes, which were frozen with a thin layer of ice, and said calmly, "You almost fainted just now. We must call a doctor."
The coldness in Xiao Yuanmu's eyes solidified with every word Song Xuanhe said. His voice became even colder, but because he was powerless, it was a little hoarse. He spoke word by word: "I said, no need."
He raised his chin and lowered his eyes slightly. He no longer concealed the cold and oppressive aura around him, and his tone was also oppressive: "Now, leave immediately, and don't appear in front of me again before tomorrow morning."
Song Xuanhe was unmoved and took out his cell phone to make a call.
Xiao Yuanmu raised his hand to knock his phone away, and said in a cold tone: "Didn't you hear what I said?"
"I heard it." Song Xuanhe moved his hand away, and seeing Xiao Yuanmu's increasingly pale face, he said coldly, "Who said that I have to listen to you if I hear it?"
Without any hesitation, he dialed the hotel's emergency number. Just as he opened his mouth to instruct the housekeeper to bring a doctor over immediately, Xiao Yuanmu dodged the phone. His cold fingers brushed against Song Xuanhe's, and there seemed to be a slight tremor.
"Song Xuanhe..."
The attempt to snatch the phone seemed to have consumed all of Xiao Yuanmu's strength. He suddenly staggered, and his hands at his sides could no longer help but cover his stomach. His already bloodless lips were pursed into a straight line, revealing a sickly paleness. However, despite this, his straight back did not bend at all, and he was determined not to show any weakness in front of anyone.
He covered his stomach with one hand and tightly grasped the phone he snatched from Song Xuanhe with the other. The knuckles of both hands turned white from the effort, but his tone was as calm as ever. He even said a few more words: "My stomach is not feeling well. It's an old problem. I'll be fine after a rest. Don't disturb me."
Song Xuanhe stared at him closely. Just a moment ago, the system had already told him Xiao Yuanmu's physical condition in his mind: a low-grade fever caused by irregular work and rest and consecutive late nights, and emotional stomach cramps caused by physical fatigue and emotional fluctuations.
He had never suffered from gastric spasm, but he had acute gastroenteritis caused by alcoholism. He was so anxious that his stomach sometimes contracted and stung, and sometimes felt unbearable sour and swollen pain. At the time, there was a gastric spasm patient in the same emergency room with him, a man in his forties, who was curled up on the hospital bed, trembling and screaming, and while screaming he opened his mouth as if he would vomit, and it seemed that he would faint from the pain in the next second.
Song Xuanhe had been afraid of pain since he was a child. He remembered that he was so frightened by the patient's appearance that his stomachache eased for a moment. Then he couldn't help but ask the doctor: "What happened to that person just now? Is there something wrong with his internal organs?"
The doctor glanced at him calmly and replied, "Stomach spasm."
"Does it hurt so much?"
"Are you in pain now?" the doctor asked him.
Song Xuanhe nodded naturally. The doctor laughed and said to him, "It will probably hurt ten times more than you are feeling now."
From that day on, Song Xuanhe changed his habit of eating indiscriminately, ate three meals regularly and stopped drinking alcohol. He kept the tragic situation of the patient with gastric spasm firmly in his mind.
Seeing Xiao Yuanmu's calm expression at this moment, Song Xuanhe's hand at his side suddenly twitched, and he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.
What kind of horrific pain did Xiao Yuanmu go through to be able to remain calm and not show any abnormality even when enduring pain that makes people cry and roll around? What kind of difficult situations did he encounter to always maintain a strong and indifferent appearance. Even if he was in so much pain that he broke out in cold sweats, he was unwilling to let anyone see the slightest bit of weakness.
Suddenly, Song Xuanhe understood why Xiao Yuanmu had been refusing and perfunctorily treating him all along. At this moment, he could no longer break through his armor-like shell and ignore the blood inside, just to feel at ease.
Song Xuanhe took a step back, his eyes swept across Xiao Yuanmu, whose face was as pale as paper, then turned his head away from him, pretending to believe him: "In this case, I won't disturb you anymore, you can stay in the room to rest, but I have to put a bowl of porridge and a cup of hot water in it. After all, that was made by the chef with great effort, you can't refuse this, right?"
Xiao Yuanmu glanced at him lightly. In fact, at this moment, he didn't want anyone to disturb him, and he didn't even want any breathing creature to exist in this suite. However, he knew how stubborn Song Xuanhe was, and he couldn't hold on for much longer.
"Put your things away and leave immediately."
Song Xuanhe nodded gently, turned around and immediately put the porridge on the bedside table in Xiao Yuanmu's room, along with a pot of warm water. After doing all this, he glanced at Xiao Yuanmu, who had been standing at the door, had put down his hands covering his stomach, and had not even changed his posture, and pursed his lips slightly: "I won't disturb you anymore, you rest."
Seeing the door closed by Song Xuan, Xiao Yuanmu's straight back bent down in an instant. He slid to the ground holding his stomach. The cold sweat on his forehead condensed into drops and fell on his black trousers, leaving no trace.
After a long pause, there was no sound outside. Xiao Yuanmu changed his posture of sitting on the ground with his hands on his stomach. He locked the door immediately, then grabbed the copper handrail of the door and stood up little by little.
He tried his best to straighten his back, but the pain spreading from his stomach to his whole body made him bend down involuntarily. When he reached the bed, he finally lost his strength and fell down heavily.
After closing his eyes, Xiao Yuanmu moved his gaze away from the porridge bowl and the thermos cup, and looked lightly into the void. When the dim color in front of his eyes gradually faded away, he closed his eyes and endured the familiar pain.
A hint of cold smile appeared on Xiao Yuanmu's lips. This was... the most profound gift given to him by his blood-related family members.
As the pain intensified, the corners of Xiao Yuanmu's pale mouth gradually bled, but his consciousness became clearer than ever before - the feeling of being out of control after being reborn, as the old illness from the previous life recurred, returned to Xiao Yuanmu little by little, and those hesitations and obsessions were also eliminated from his reason.
The Xiao family is his ultimate goal.
Song Xuanhe did not return to his room, but waited in the living room, ready to deal with Xiao Yuanmu's special situation at any time.
Seeing that Song Xuanhe had been silent and his expression was more complicated than ever, the system could not help but say: [There is no effective treatment for emotional gastric spasm even if he is sent to the hospital. He can only be relieved by himself, and the low-grade fever is not serious, so you don't have to worry. 】
Song Xuanhe naturally knew it. If he didn't know it, he would never have left Xiao Yuanmu alone in the room. He just suddenly thought of a question - would Xiao Yuanmu really be happy if he went to the Xiao family?
Thinking about the contents of the book, Xiao Yuanmu is very capable. He can undoubtedly handle both business and Xiao family affairs with ease, but is he happy?
Song Xuanhe has never thought about this question, and neither have the readers of this book.
Xiao Yuanmu found his biological parents, restored his noble status, made all those who had offended him before get what they deserved, and finally became the head of the Xiao family, whom the world looked up to.
When Song Xuanhe saw all this in the book, he naturally felt that Xiao Yuanmu was happy. An orphan should be happy to return to his biological parents, a person from the bottom of society should be happy to become the heir of a chaebol, and a person should be happy to avenge all his enemies with his own hands...
However, the author did not write whether Xiao Yuanmu was happy or not. He only told the readers that after Xiao Yuanmu was reborn, he possessed everything that the world envied and desired. All the things that made humans flock to them were at his fingertips. Everything he lacked before was given to him in the best and top-level state.
Therefore, readers and Song Xuanhe both thought that Xiao Yuanmu was naturally happy.
But if he was happy, would Xiao Yuanmu remain gloomy and cold until the later stages of the book? And are the things that happened to Song Xuanhe before his rebirth really the only cause of his unchanging cold personality?
Song Xuanhe covered his eyes with his hands. After the light disappeared, he seemed to hear Xiao Yuanmu's muffled groan of pain on the other side of the wall. He looked fragile and forbearing, like a young animal that was forced back by the darkness and could only hide in the corner to lick its wounds. In the end, he watched the darkness spread to the wound and fade away the last bit of vitality.
[Song Xuanhe!] 】
The system's voice suddenly sounded, bringing Song Xuanhe back to his senses.
【What's wrong? 】
What were you thinking about just now? 】The system's tone was so solemn for the first time. It said: [The data on the completion of the world's main mission analysis just now suddenly showed an abnormality. This means that you suddenly have a strong will to destroy the key plot. If you don't control your thoughts and take action, the main brain will immediately realize it, and then you will be forced to complete the mission, because this is the most serious violation of the tasker. At that time, you will not even have the chance to return to your body and live for another half a year, and your soul will be directly destroyed. 】
The system said: [Song Xuanhe, don’t act on your own and don’t joke with your own life. 】
After Song Xuan and An Jing heard what the system said, they did not remove their hands from their eyes, but their eyes that had just been closed had opened. The light from the crystal lamp hanging from the ceiling was bright, and it fell on his retina through his fingers, but suddenly reminded him of darkness. This light was the color of light, but it seemed like a gray fog that could invade the human body and blinded his eyes.
[Song Xuanhe?] 】The system called him again, with a worried tone: [You are not going to get upset, are you? Think about it yourself. Now that the plot where Xiao Yuanmu said that led to your tragic death is basically gone, you just need to stay safely in this world for another year and a half, and then you can return to your original world. At that time, you will still have a healthy body. Don't do anything wrong on impulse! 】
Did something wrong?
Song Xuanhe sneered. The system's worry was really unnecessary. He was not the kind of chivalrous man who would stand up for justice when he saw injustice. If he was such a person, he would not have agreed to the deal with the system in the first place. Later, when he encountered a plot where he knew that Xiao Yuanmu would get into trouble, he would not turn a blind eye again and again, or even secretly push for it.
From the beginning to the end, he was the one who was least qualified to sympathize with or help Xiao Yuanmu.
[Song Xuanhe?] 】
Hearing Song Xuanhe's laughter, the system became a little flustered. Every time Song Xuanhe laughed like this, he was in a bad mood. Could he really be planning to organize the plot?
【Song...】
Song Xuanhe interrupted the system's exchange and said coldly: [Don't worry, what you worry about will never happen. 】
【real? 】The system is a little unreliable.
【real. Song Xuanhe took off his hands that were covering his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth and said: [Don't worry. 】
The system was skeptical, but after thinking for a while, it said: [The graves of your parents and friends are all over there, don’t...]
【Shut up! 】
Song Xuan and Huo stood up, and for the first time, an almost gloomy and cold look appeared on their faces. He clenched his hands into fists at his sides, and spoke in a very low and cold tone: [Z48, watch your words, and never mention anything you shouldn't mention in front of me again. 】
This was the first time that the system was called by its original name by Song Xuanhe, and it was also the first time that it saw Song Xuanhe's terrifying expression. Its chip seemed to be frozen for a moment, and the data told it not to speak delicately at this time, but for some reason, when it saw Song Xuanhe's expression, it suddenly thought of Xiao Yuanmu.
Song Xuan's expression at this moment was very similar to the expression Xiao Yuanmu had just revealed.
The system spoke cautiously: [I understand. 】
Song Xuanhe looked at a point in the void indifferently. After a while, he sat down again, took a pillow and lay down on the sofa. His long curly eyelashes closed, and the fierceness in his eyes faded away completely, revealing a peaceful state.
I woke up again because of the ringing of my cell phone. There was no caller ID, but the number sounded vaguely familiar.
Song Xuanhe glanced at the dark sky outside, then at the closed door, and then slowly answered the phone, his voice still a little hoarse from just waking up: "Who?"
"I'm Lv Chao." Lv Chao's voice was very low, and his tone was a little strange. "Thanks to Second Young Master, my good brother was brought back. You said he was worthy of your attention. My father immediately placed him in the master bedroom on the second floor and is preparing to host a banquet for Second Young Master. Would you like to come?"
When Song Xuanhe heard Lu Chao's voice, he wanted to hang up the phone, but after listening to the content clearly, he chuckled and said, "No need to have a meal. Since the Lu family has done a good job, I will naturally go to say hello to the uncles and aunts when the time comes. I'll hang up if nothing else."
"Song Xuanhe!" Lu Chao's voice suddenly rose and went into Song Xuanhe's ears through the radio, causing him to hold the phone farther away.
"We were good brothers after all. You clearly know that I hate that illegitimate child and his bitch mother's family the most, but you actually asked us to take him back to our family to recognize our ancestors. Do you know that because of this, Lu Yue, that bitch, dared to come to my Song family to ask for status, and my mother was so angry that she almost jumped off the building and committed suicide!"
Song Xuanhe took the phone back to his ear. He was in a bad mood and needed some entertainment, so he asked, "Anything else?"
"And what else?" Lu Chao's suppressed voice revealed a hint of hysteria, "And my father actually wanted to bring that pheasant closer to our house, and my grandparents who had always been against it also acquiesced. My mother didn't want to, so my father wanted to send her to a mental hospital!"
"Song Xuanhe, you clearly know what will happen when Lu Yue comes to my house! My mother was so kind to you before! Are you still human?"
Lu Chao's accusations came one after another, and each one was filled with irrepressible resentment, as if he wanted to reach through the phone and eat his flesh and bones.
"That's all?" Song Xuanhe dangled one hand by the sofa, casually fiddling with the pages of the book on the coffee table, his tone was very cold, as if he was disliking what Lu Chao said was boring.
"Song Xuanhe, I will make you pay the price!"
Lu Chao was so angry that he couldn't speak. After leaving this sentence, he hung up the phone.
Song Xuanhe threw his cell phone aside, picked up the magazine that he had just opened, flipped a page at random, held it in front of his eyes and started reading it boredly.
——The world’s richest people, a hidden family that does not participate in wealth rankings, is truly wealthy enough to rival a country.
The title is quite boring, Song Xuan's eyes moved downwards:
The Eight Great Families consist of eight powerful families from different races and countries around the world, including the Hoffman family from Lai Delai, the Guan family from Canada, the Yuan family from Neon...
Song Xuanhe frowned and looked directly at the Xiao family's introduction:
The Xiao family, a powerful family originating from the ancient Hua country, is now one of the eight major families. Since the 1980s, the Xiao family has been very forward-looking in penetrating into the steel and railway industries, and has been engaged in investment and banking credit business. Until now, no one knows how much wealth this family has accumulated. They are not only at the top of the pyramid, but also an existence that others cannot match.
The Xiao family attaches great importance to the education and privacy of their descendants. Before the Xiao family members come of age, they rarely reveal their true identities. Only after they reach adulthood will they walk at the forefront of all walks of life as Xiao family members. As a result, the real country where the Xiao family settled has become very mysterious, and no one knows for sure...
After quickly scanning the two paragraphs and not finding any interesting information, Song Xuanhe threw the magazine aside without any interest, and kept his eyes open, not knowing what he was thinking about.
As I was thinking, I fell asleep and didn't wake up until the next morning.
The housekeeper happened to appear at this time. When he saw Song Xuanhe lying on the sofa without changing his clothes as if he had spent the night, his expression did not change at all. After greeting him and reporting the breakfast prepared by the kitchen, he respectfully asked, "Master Song, do you have any special instructions for breakfast?"
Song Xuanhe glanced at the tightly closed door and said in a low voice, "Prepare some light food, preferably something that can be eaten by people with stomach discomfort, preferably sweet porridge."
The butler nodded respectfully, turned around and went out to give orders.
Song Xuanhe went back to his room, took a quick shower and changed his clothes. After coming out, he knocked on Xiao Yuanmu's door, exactly three times.
The door opened quickly. Xiao Yuanmu was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday, but his complexion had improved a lot. He glanced at Song Xuanhe and said calmly, "I'll take a shower and come out soon."
Song Xuanhe nodded and was about to speak when the door was closed by Xiao Yuanmu again.
He looked at the wooden door closing in front of him, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, then he turned around and went straight to the restaurant.
The butler prepared quickly, and soon all the things he had ordered were served on the table. When he saw that there was only Song Xuan and one other person at the table, he asked, "Should we scoop out the sweet porridge or leave it aside?"
Song Xuanhe didn't like sweet things in the morning. He glanced at the porcelain bowl with delicate patterns and said, "Just leave it there. You can serve it yourself when you want to drink it later."
The butler leaned forward and nodded, waiting for the waiter to put all the dishes on the table, and then said, "If you have any instructions, I'll be at the door."
Song Xuanhe hummed softly, and just as he was about to ask him what foods were good for the stomach, he saw the housekeeper turn around and say to the restaurant entrance: "Mr. Xiao, good morning."
Xiao Yuanmu nodded lightly and sat down opposite Song Xuanhe. When he saw the food on the table, his eyes flashed slightly and he looked up at Song Xuanhe who was drinking porridge with his head down.
Noticing his gaze, Song Xuanhe put down the spoon and said coldly, "What's the matter?"
Xiao Yuanmu retracted his gaze. After what happened yesterday, he no longer restrained the coldness around him, but his eyes regained their calmness again. He said lightly: "I will submit my resignation today."
Song Xuanhe stirred the porridge with a spoon, and there was no emotion in his voice: "You told me this yesterday."
"Also, I'll move out of your apartment."
Song Xuanhe raised his eyes, a hint of surprise on his face, but no expression could be seen in his eyes: "Break up?"
Xiao Yuanmu met his eyes. He had already made the decision last night, but he hesitated to give a positive answer. He suddenly thought of the cold porridge and the warm water that was still warm on the bedside table when he woke up in the morning, and the warm and soothing feeling of the warm water flowing down his throat and into his stomach.
After this farewell, perhaps there will never be a chance to meet again, and he doesn't want to have someone who will affect his mood around him.
But there is no need to be so anxious. Just deal with all of this before entering the Xiao family.
Xiao Yuanmu looked away and said calmly, "It's just moving out."
"You mean, we can still be in a relationship even if you quit your job and move out?" Song Xuanhe tilted his head, his tone a little surprised, and there was a hint of ambiguity: "Why do you think that I am still willing to maintain a relationship with you after you quit your job at my house and moved out of my apartment?"
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