Xia Xingchen tidied herself up before taking the key, opening the door and going in. She saw the doctor and the servants hurriedly walking upstairs to the room where Mr. Bai lived. Her heart sank and she didn't dare to delay any longer and went upstairs quickly.
In the bedroom, the doctor is checking the situation.
The maid is cleaning.
Bai Qingrang was lying on the bed, groggy. Xia Xingchen looked at him, feeling sad. He walked in quickly and asked the doctor anxiously, "What's wrong? Did something go wrong in the middle of the night?"
After the examination, the doctor took off the stethoscope and said, "Don't worry, Miss Xia. Vomiting is normal. Someone needs to watch over you tonight. If you have a fever, notify us immediately."
Xia Xingchen nodded, but she still felt uneasy after hearing what the doctor said.
Originally, there was a servant guarding by the side, but now, she sent them away and stayed by the bedside for the rest of the night.
… … … …
For a moment, Bai Qingrang and Xia Xingchen were the only ones left in the room.
Because of the many injections, Bai Qingrang's dry hands, which were left outside the quilt, were now swollen. The blood vessels burst, and there was a dark bruise on the back of his hand.
Perhaps it was because blood is thicker than water, Xia Xingchen saw it with indescribable heartache. She gently took his hand and carefully tucked it into the quilt.
Bai Qingrang seemed to feel her presence, and with difficulty he opened his eyes a tiny bit and glanced at her.
There seemed to be a layer of fog in front of his eyes, but even so, he knew clearly that the person with him was his daughter. His lips curled up slightly, a relieved smile appeared on his face, and then he tilted his head and fell asleep again.
Seeing him sleeping more and more peacefully, she felt more at ease. Her tense expression also relaxed a little.
… … … … …
The next day.
In the old house, we are having breakfast.
At the dining table, the old man, the old lady, Bai Yeqing and Bai Suye were all there.
The old man was reading a newspaper while eating. Bai Yeqing was not eating very fast and glanced at Bai Suye beside him. Bai Suye received his gaze but did not speak immediately. She just drank a bowl of abalone porridge slowly before speaking calmly: "We have almost finished breakfast. Do you want to prepare some for Xingchen and uncle?"
"Don't worry, there is a kitchen downstairs. I have arranged a few people with good cooking skills to go down. It's so cold today, and everyone is running up and down, it's hard work." The old lady said.
Bai Suye glanced at Bai Yeqing, and the two of them remained silent and ate in silence.
Obviously, we won't be able to wait for the stars to rise for breakfast today.
Although the old man was reading a newspaper, his eyes were always on his son. As his son, he could understand his son's thoughts even if others couldn't.
The third time, he glanced at the watch on his wrist and said to his son, "Why aren't you leaving? It's already 8 o'clock."
"No hurry." Someone said lazily and continued eating breakfast.
The old man snorted, said he was full, and went to the living room to read the newspaper.
The old lady and her son said, "This old man is getting more and more weird now. He even urges me to eat breakfast! Don't listen to him. Eat more. It's not too late to leave after you are full."
As the old lady spoke, she picked up more breakfast for her son and asked with concern, "Is your back injury healed?"
"Yeah, almost."
"You, stop getting angry at your dad. Don't you know his temper?"
Bai Suye continued, "He inherited his temper from his father. It won't be of much use if you talk to him."
"That's right. Anyway, you two have the same personality, so no matter how much I say, it will all be nonsense."
Bai Yeqing didn't say anything. He took a few bites, wiped his lips, and stood up. "I'll go to the hall to rest for a while."
He also went to the living room and, like the old man, was reading a newspaper in a rare leisurely manner. The father and son each occupied one end of the long sofa.
The old man knew what this man was planning. It was so late and he hadn't left yet. Wasn't he waiting for someone
The old man was angry when he thought that he was still coveting his cousin and would not give up. After a while, he took out his cane and pushed his long legs, which were lazily crossed. "Why are you still sitting there? Why don't you leave?"
"No hurry, the cold coffee hasn't arrived yet."
"Are you waiting for Leng Fei? I think you are waiting for someone else!"
Bai Yeqing didn't reply, neither admitting nor denying.
The old man glanced at the time again and said, "How many presidents have as much free time as you?"
At this moment, the servant came in from outside, "Mr. President, Adjutant Leng is here."
The old man raised his eyebrows, "We have to leave now, right?"
"Let him wait outside for a while."
"… "
The old man snorted coldly, slammed the newspaper on the low table, and glared at him, "I'm warning you, don't do anything rash just because your uncle is sick! Go back to your presidential palace tonight and sleep, and don't come here!"
The old lady was walking towards this side from the restaurant. When she heard what the old man said, her steps quickened. As soon as she came in, she scolded him, "What are you talking about! You are talking nonsense here! This is also Ye Qing's home. He can come and live if he wants to, and sleep if he wants to. Do you really want to chase him away?"
"What do you know! You came here with no good intentions!"
"I don't care what he's thinking. Just be thankful that he can come and accompany you!" The old lady was clearly protecting her son.
"He came to accompany me?! I guess I'm just thankful that I didn't make him die of rage!" The old man pointed at his son across from him and gritted his teeth, "Ask him, ask him what good things he did last night that kept him awake in the middle of the night!"
It turned out to be right. The old man was very smart. He slept alone last night, and I'm afraid he must have hired someone to keep an eye on him.
Bai Yeqing took out his cell phone, typed a message and sent it out.
"Why don't you come up? Your son is waiting for you."
After a while, the message came back on the phone, with only two words: right away.
"What can we do in the middle of the night?" The old lady was still talking to the old man.
The old man snorted and glared at his son, "You have no shame, no guts, and your face is as thick as a city wall!"
Bai Yeqing stood up and put his hands in his pockets. "That's because she inherited your good genes. My mom said that when you were young, you didn't know what shame was when you pursued her."
The old man was so angry at his son that he turned around and glared at the old lady. Why did he bring up what happened back then? Now his son is using it as a small braid! How embarrassing! How embarrassing!
When talking about the past, the old lady seemed particularly proud. "Why are you staring at me? You won't even let me tell you the truth!"
“…” The old man had nothing to say.
When I turned around, I saw that my son not only did not go out, but went upstairs instead.
"It looks like this brat won't leave until the stars come up."
"Don't worry about it." The old lady pulled the old man, "Now there are two patients at home, please don't make the house a mess."