After a long silence, Feng Chi opened his eyes and, realizing where he was, his gaze instantly turned cold.
"Xu, Ming, Zhuo."
Xu Mingzhuo looked up and met Feng Chi's gaze in the rearview mirror.
The man's handsome face was deathly pale, and he was soaking wet, looking like a disheveled large beast. Yet, his eyes were filled with a chilling coldness, and his voice, filled with gritted teeth, was so menacing that even the rebellious Xu Mingzhuo found it hard to bear.
Just as he was about to make an excuse, a clear, cold young voice came from outside the window, " Feng Chi!"
"..."
Very well, the beast has retracted its fangs.
Xu Mingzhuo watched as the man who seemed ready to pounce on him and bite him to death became as quiet as a dog with drooping ears after being scolded. He turned to look out the window, only daring to show Wen Jiu half of his sweaty profile.
Wen Jiu opened the car door and got in. Seeing the man's appearance, she felt both angry and heartbroken.
"Come here."
Feng Chi lowered his eyes, hesitated for a second, and then did not move.
Wen Jiu's teeth were itching with rage!
"Damn it! I knew you were hiding something from me, you unfilial son! You usually tell me everything, so why aren't you saying anything now?"
Feng Chi's apple bobbed slightly, his eyes darting around as he said in a hoarse voice, "You want to compete..."
"Is Dad the kind of person who would be influenced?" Wen Jiu was taken aback, not expecting him to have considered it so carefully.
Feng Chi's eyelashes closed slightly, and a bitter feeling welled up in her heart.
So, you don't know how?
It won't affect me, and I won't care.
Wen Jiu: "Even if it's affected, we'll still get first place, okay?"
Do you look down on me?
Feng Chi looked slightly taken aback.
Unaware of Feng Chi's sensitive thoughts, Wen Jiu pulled him close and hugged him. Feng Chi tried to look up at him, but was instead pressed down onto Wen Jiu's lap.
"Don't move!"
Feng Chi: "I want to... see you."
"Don't even think about it!"
Feng Chi:... Okay.
"He always hides things from me when it's crucial! He always hides things from me! Even when his mother gets sick, he hides it from me!" Wen Jiu easily restrained him and freed one hand to close the door.
"Bang!"
Xu Mingzhuo, who had been watching the spectacle with schadenfreude, suddenly trembled.
Xu Mingzhuo: "Sister-in-law..."
Wen Jiu raised her eyes and looked at the driver, who appeared to be a bodyguard. Her peach blossom eyes still held lingering anger. "Hmm?"
The driver, not wanting to risk being caught off guard, immediately offered a frank explanation. " President Feng's migraine is acting up again, it's an old problem. Because his medication was switched before, he's traumatized and refuses to see a doctor or take his medicine."
Xu Mingzhuo explained in a few words, "He was afraid you would find out, so he didn't dare tell you. But I felt you had the right to know, so I brought him here."
Xu Mingzhuo completely ignored Feng Chi's gaze and asked Wen Jiu, whose family's imperial position was as solid as reinforced concrete, "Excuse me, should we go back to the Imperial Residence or to the hospital now?"
Wen Jiu:...
Damn, he knew it!
In novels, nine out of ten domineering CEOs are sick; they either have headaches, stomach problems, or something wrong with their brains.
You wouldn't believe it until you see it with your own eyes—it's shocking! His mother can really be in that much pain!
Wen Jiu wiped her eyes, not caring about the domineering CEO thing or anything, her heart ached so much it felt like it was bleeding!
This is his wife!
She's not some two-dimensional character from a book; she's his wife, who's delicate, afraid of pain, cries, fusses, and acts spoiled—a real, flesh-and-blood woman.
Xu Mingzhuo mustered his courage to glance at Wen Jiu, but seeing his expression, he was also unsure. "You..."
Xu Mingzhuo thought Wen Jiu would forcefully demand that he drive directly to the hospital, but he didn't.
Wen Jiu simply lowered her head and kissed the person nestled in her arms, asking in a choked voice, "Go home or to the hospital?"
Feng Chi looked up, cold sweat clinging to his eyelashes, his porcelain-like skin glistening with a pale, watery sheen.
It feels like it's about to shatter.
Wen Jiu felt his heart being clenched, and thinking he hadn't heard him clearly, he repeated it in a low voice.
The moment Feng Chi Wen Jiu's moist, reddened eyes, his Feng Chi melted.
He had endured all the pain alone over the years, and Feng Chi had long been used to it. But when he met his lover's tender eyes, all the pain and grievances he had accumulated surged up and instantly filled his chest.
Feng Chi reached out and gently embraced the boy's waist, slowly tightening his grip.
He said in a hoarse voice, "Go... home..."
Grass!
Damn, who's going to be heartbroken by this?
Wen Jiu raised her hand and haphazardly touched her eyes, trying to massage them for him.
He said to Xu Mingzhuo, "Return to the Imperial Residence."
"OK."
With outsiders present, Wen Jiu remained silent, but her massaging movements continued unabated.
She breathed a silent sigh of relief only when she felt the man's breathing gradually become lighter and more even.
Upon arriving at the Imperial Residence, Xu Mingzhuo, who had been secretly observing the entire journey, got out of the car to open the door, intending to lend a hand. However, he saw the slender-looking young man pull with both hands—
He steadily lifted the person up in his arms.
Xu Mingzhuo: OO
This is truly something I've never seen before.
Could it be... that President Feng is really the one below?
Xu Mingzhuo fell into deep thought.
It was clear that Feng Chi had truly reached his limit. Even after falling asleep, he hadn't woken up yet. The tall, 1.9-meter-tall man nestled quietly in the boy's arms, like a large dog that its owner had pulled from the water.
She was soaking wet, docile, beautiful, and pitiful.
I must say, she really does have that charming, wifely vibe.
Xu Mingzhuo clicked his tongue in a sour tone. Sure enough, people with partners are different.
When they got home, it was almost midnight. Wen Jiu put him on the bed and tucked him in.
After forwarding the candy promotional ad at the designated time, he tossed his phone aside.
She stared blankly at the man's peaceful sleeping face.
It must be because I've been working overtime lately and haven't been getting enough sleep.
Everything was fine before.
Feng Chi is really something else. Why does he stay up late and get up early with him when he's too tired to work? His schedule used to be quite regular.
You're 28 years old already, do you still think men are boys until they die?
Not everyone has as much energy as Wen Xiaojiu, okay?!
Wen Jiu pouted, her eyes reddening as she muttered softly, "Silly wife..."
After she finished cursing, her gaze unconsciously fell on the man's face again.
Feng Chi was very quiet after falling asleep. His dark, tousled hair was damp with sweat and clung to his pale skin. The red mole at the corner of his eye also shimmered with a translucent, watery light.
Like a fragile, beautiful porcelain doll.
She doesn't seem to look that old...
Wen Jiu thought silently.
Wen Jiu had never seen Feng Chi so vulnerable and disheveled before, and it made him feel inexplicably uncomfortable.
Even in his sleep, the man didn't seem to be at ease; his brows were slightly furrowed, and his thin, bloodless lips were tightly pressed together. Wen Jiu gently smoothed his furrowed brows, silently comforting him.
Did you have a nightmare?
"Don't be afraid, it's alright now..."
Seemingly noticing Wen Jiu's actions, Feng Chi affectionately rubbed his palm against Wen Jiu's, grabbed his hand, pressed it against his face, and then pressed it down.
"Don't go..."
Wen Jiu:...
"Good boy, I won't leave." Wen Jiu lovingly patted Feng Chi's head, tears welling up in her eyes.
It really looks like a dog.
Suddenly, a warm, damp sensation spread across her palm. Wen Jiu Wen Jiu down and saw the tears welling up at the corners of his eyes.
The Feng Doggy cried.
Wen Jiu's expression faltered slightly, and she quickly withdrew her hand as if she had been burned.
Wen Jiu had never seen Feng Chi cry.
He has always been calm and calm, dressing himself up brightly, handsome and charming every day, always lazy, dignified and at ease.
You were in so much pain just now, but you didn't cry, did you?
Wen Jiu leaned closer and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes. "What did you dream about?"
His expression was so sad.
Was it a dream about deceased parents, or a dream about past hurts and suffering?
" Wen Jiu..." Wen Jiu heard the man call his name in a choked voice, his handsome features silently clenching. Wen Jiu could almost imagine how heartbreaking his cries must have been in his dream.
He said, "My Star has fallen into the sea..."