The next day was cool, with a gentle breeze and grey clouds covering the blue sky. For a moment, it felt like a crisp autumn day.
Shen Qianxue walked downstairs. There were signs that it was about to rain outside. But the weather seemed very comfortable, without any of the late summer heat.
"Qianxue, good morning." A voice came from behind Shen Qianxue, and she turned around. She saw Song Yiming wearing sun protection clothing, a sun hat, and holding an umbrella, standing under the eaves of her house.
His sun protection jacket floated gently in the wind, and the strands of hair caught in the brim of his hat also fluttered gently. He held breakfast in one hand and an umbrella in the other, standing with his back against the wall. He saw Shen Qianxue walk out of the corridor, called her, and then walked straight towards her.
"A loving breakfast prepared for you." Song Yiming handed the plastic bag containing breakfast to Shen Qianxue. Shen Qianxue was startled at first, then she smiled with joy.
"No laxatives, right?" Shen Qianxue took the breakfast jokingly, raised her hand and brushed the short hair that fell on her cheek. The birds on the telephone pole chirped and flapped their wings, flying over Shen Qianxue's head.
"I don't have any laxatives, but you have had dark circles under your eyes recently. You must not have slept well, so I put a few sleeping pills in you." Song Yiming said seriously, nodding slightly.
Shen Qianxue smiled, raised her hand and gently tapped his arm: "I'm going to work, you don't have to send me off. If the sun comes out halfway, I won't have time to take you to the hospital for treatment."
"Give me a hug before you leave?" Song Yiming opened his arms, waiting for a hug. Shen Qianxue rolled her eyes at him and turned away.
Song Yiming let out a lost sigh, and Shen Qianxue, who had walked a few steps, turned back and took two or three steps forward to give him a hug.
Song Yiming was a little surprised, but this brief surprise was soon replaced by joy. He hugged Shen Qianxue tightly, rested his forehead against hers, and said, "Be careful on the road."
There was a small car parked not far away. The owner of the car looked at the two figures leaning against each other and clenched his fists tightly. Then he stepped on the accelerator and drove away.
When Shen Qianxue arrived at the company by bus, many colleagues gathered together, seemingly discussing something important.
"I heard that the former editor-in-chief suddenly came back."
"Didn't she resign? Why did she come back suddenly?"
"Who knows? Maybe the benefits aren't as good as here."
"Did you hear the quarrel in the boss' office this morning?"
"I heard that the car manager and the boss seemed to be arguing very badly, but I don't know what they were arguing about."
"It seems to be because of the editor-in-chief. I heard Manager Che said he wanted to fire Shen Qianxue. Maybe he felt that his position was threatened?"
"I think Shen Qianxue and Boss Xia are a good couple. Shen Qianxue has a good temper and is capable. Look at Manager Che in the company. He is like a vase. He loses his temper whenever he is unhappy. He is just good-looking and has a rich family."
"Just now I saw Manager Che crying and leaving the company. Why didn't Boss Xia chase him?"
"What are you guys talking about?" Shen Qianxue walked over. When the colleagues who had gathered together saw Shen Qianxue coming, they quickly dispersed, shaking their heads and saying that they had nothing to talk about.
Shen Qianxue seemed to be immersed in the sweetness of love, and was not very interested in the company's gossip and rumors. She walked into her office, but saw the resigned editor-in-chief sitting at her desk.
"You..." Shen Qianxue was confused, while the other colleagues who followed her gathered not far away waiting to watch the fun.
"This is my office now. Boss Xia asked you to go to his office to talk to him." The former editor-in-chief smiled calmly.
Shen Qianxue frowned slightly, turned around and went to Xia Ziming's office.
Xia Ziming was sorting some documents in the office. When he saw Shen Qianxue coming in angrily, a smug smile appeared on the corner of his lips.
Shen Qianxue placed her hands on his desk and looked down at him.
Xia Ziming raised his eyes with an unclear smile.
“Why is there someone else sitting in my office?”
"I think the former editor-in-chief is more popular than you." Xia Ziming crossed his hands, supported his chin, and looked up at Shen Qianxue. "In addition, the fact that you and Song Yiming made your relationship public has caused a certain degree of negative impact on the company."
"So? Are you planning to fire me in the name of the company? Or are you planning to terminate the contract with Song Yiming?"
"So in your heart, I am such a shameless person."
"In my heart, there is no such person as you."
A tense atmosphere spread in Xia Ziming's office, and colleagues who were crowded outside the door were eavesdropping.
"I don't want to argue with you. You will temporarily withdraw from your position as editor-in-chief. Before the public opinion storm is over, you will be responsible for sorting out the documents on my side." Xia Ziming pointed to the table next to him, which was full of meeting documents and documents. "Go find other editors to hand over the work at hand, and then come here to revise these documents."
Shen Qianxue took a deep breath. Although she wanted to get angry, she suppressed it.
If Song Yiming's new book was not about to be released, she would not have tolerated Xia Ziming. She had already completed the promotion plan and various plans for the new book. If she broke up with Xia Ziming at this time, it would not be good for either her or Song Yiming.
After weighing the pros and cons, Shen Qianxue had to compromise and agreed to Xia Ziming's temporary arrangement.
"If you think this is appropriate, then let's do it." Shen Qianxue didn't want to waste time here, so she turned and left Xia Ziming's office.
Because of Xia Ziming's oppression, Shen Qianxue felt a little breathless. It seemed that the work would never be finished, and Xia Ziming would find fault with her and constantly increase her workload.
"Once you finish these documents, you can go home." Xia Ziming seemed to be deliberately making things difficult for Shen Qianxue. He piled a stack of documents on Shen Qianxue's desk and prepared to go home.
Shen Qianxue frowned and looked at Xia Ziming's back, feeling unhappy. She knew that Xia Ziming was trying to provoke her in this way, but she would never let Xia Ziming succeed.
"I understand. I will finish these before leaving get off work." Shen Qianxue always maintained a friendly smile.
A hint of displeasure appeared on Xia Ziming's face, and he turned and left the office.
Shen Qianxue let out a long sigh after he left.
The cell phone buzzed. It was a message from Song Yiming asking him to have dinner together.
Shen Qianxue told him about her current situation and said that she was unable to spare the time and that they could talk about the meal next time.
Song Yiming simply replied with an "OK" and never bothered Shen Qianxue again.
Shen Qianxue was working overtime while keeping an eye on her phone. After she told Song Yiming that she was working overtime and was not available, Song Yiming really stopped sending her messages.
Shen Qianxue sighed helplessly in her heart, thinking that there must be a reason why Song Yiming had been single for so many years.
The hands of the clock on the wall turned in circles, and time passed by unknowingly.
All the colleagues in the company have already left work. Except for Xia Ziming's office, which still has the lights on, the lights in other offices have been turned off.
Suddenly, the wind blew outside the window, the big trees on the roadside swayed, and the windows were shaken by the strong wind, making a series of flapping sounds.
It's a bit creepy to hear the sound of the wind in the middle of the night.
Shen Qianxue didn't pay attention to the noise outside at first. She was concentrating on proofreading and reviewing the last copy.
Just then, a strange sound came from outside the office.
"Is there anyone there? Is there anyone there?" A faint voice floated in the night. The voice was low and hoarse, and sounded pale and terrifying.
In the darkness outside the office, there was a faint glow of fire, like the legendary fox fire.
"Who? Who's outside?" Shen Qianxue was frightened by the flash of fox fire and quickly stood up from the chair.
"It's late at night and I'm so hungry." The voice coming from outside was very long, and such a voice seemed particularly eerie against the backdrop of the air conditioning.
"Who is outside? Is it a human or a ghost?" Shen Qianxue was a little nervous. She hurriedly grabbed the wooden pen holder next to her and moved carefully outside.
Just as Shen Qianxue walked to the door of the office, a face illuminated by a flashlight flashed out. Song Yiming suddenly appeared and made a starving ghost expression towards Shen Qianxue.
"Ah!" Shen Qianxue screamed instinctively and her whole body trembled.
"Haha..." Song Yiming looked at Shen Qianxue's frightened expression and burst into laughter.
Shen Qianxue put on an indifferent look and kicked Song Yiming on the calf.
Song Yiming's laughter suddenly stopped, and was replaced by wails: "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts."
"It's the middle of the night, and you're scaring people to death, do you know that?" Shen Qianxue was a little angry. She walked back to her desk and continued to proofread the manuscript.
"Don't be angry, I was just teasing you." Song Yiming put the lunch box on the table and sat on the desk in a somewhat nonchalant manner. "I was afraid that you would be hungry after working too late, so I went to the vegetable market to buy some vegetables and made you a nutritious dinner."
"It's time for supper!" Shen Qianxue pointed to the clock on the wall. The hands were already pointing to nine o'clock.
"Then just eat it as a midnight snack to calm down."
"You went to the market dressed like a robber and didn't get caught?"
"Who would go to the vegetable market to be a robber? If they were going to go, they would go to the jewelry store."
Thinking of Song Yiming wearing this outfit to go to the jewelry store, I'm afraid the security guards will be scared to death? Shen Qianxue couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"What are you grinning about?"
"Nothing." Shen Qianxue smiled as she opened the lunch box.
Song Yiming made black pepper chicken steak, fried okra, and a bowl of winter melon and pork ribs soup. The aroma of the food filled the entire office, and Shen Qianxue smelled the aroma and became even hungrier.
Song Yiming sat aside, watching Shen Qianxue eating with gusto, and smiled with satisfaction: "Is my cooking skill great? Do you feel blessed to have a boyfriend who can cook?"
"I won't praise someone as narcissistic as you, lest you fly to the sky." Shen Qianxue put the last bite of rice into her mouth and touched her stomach with satisfaction. "But it's also very good to be able to eat these when you are hungry."
"Look at you, your mouth is covered with grease." Song Yiming chuckled, took out a tissue, and gently wiped the grease from the corners of Shen Qianxue's lips.
Shen Qianxue looked at Song Yiming's attentive appearance and felt that she was really happy.
"Yiming." Shen Qianxue called out Song Yiming's name, then moved forward and pecked his lips, "This is a reward."
"If you want to kiss me, just tell me. Why are you making excuses?" Song Yiming was stunned at first, then he showed a scoundrelly smile.
Shen Qianxue felt that his face was getting thicker and thicker, and she had the urge to hit him.
The clock on the wall was ticking. Shen Qianxue glanced at the time casually. The office building would close in half an hour, so she had to finish the work at hand quickly.
Song Yiming packed up his lunch box and accompanied her to proofread and review the manuscript.
"It would be better to change it here, and here." Song Yiming stood silently beside Shen Qianxue, pointing out the places she had missed one by one to speed up her review.
With the help of Song Yiming, Shen Qianxue finally finished all the work before ten o'clock.
Before the office building closed, Shen Qianxue and Song Yiming both left the office building. They walked hand in hand on the quiet street.
Shen Qianxue told Song Yiming what had happened in the company in the past few days. Song Yiming was somewhat disgusted with Xia Ziming's behavior. He wanted to help Shen Qianxue get an explanation, but Shen Qianxue stopped him from going to find Xia Ziming.
"Your new book is about to be released, and I have already made a marketing plan. At this critical juncture, it is best for us not to conflict with Xia Ziming." Shen Qianxue analyzed the current situation, "We will make the next plan after the new book is released. We should be patient now. We can't let everything go to waste because of a momentary impulse, right ?"
"Although what you said makes sense, as a boyfriend, I don't want you to be wronged at work." Song Yiming and Shen Qianxue stopped downstairs in the community, and he gently stroked her hair. "I don't care whether the book can be published or not. I'm not a person who would sacrifice my girlfriend for profit."
"I know you are not, but I don't want us to work so hard for nothing." Shen Qianxue pursed her lips and smiled.
"If Xia Ziming dares to bully you, you must tell me the first time, okay?" Xia Ziming leaned over and kissed Shen Qianxue's forehead. Shen Qianxue nodded and smiled warmly.
"I'll take a day off next week. Let's go to an island and spend a few days there?" Shen Qianxue suggested.
"So you can't wait to be in the same room with me." Song Yiming joked again, and was then lightly kicked by Shen Qianxue.
"You're being a hooligan again!"
"Okay, I was just kidding. Go back soon, otherwise your mother will worry about you." Song Yiming pinched Shen Qianxue's face and watched her walk into the corridor.
Plans to go on vacation were ultimately shelved as notifications of a passing typhoon flooded everyone's phones.
Because of the typhoon, Shen Qianxue had to cancel her plans and focus back on her work.
On the day when the typhoon passed, Che Xiaoman and Xia Ziming quarreled again about Shen Qianxue.
Che Xiaoman didn't like Xia Ziming letting Shen Qianxue work in his office, while Xia Ziming thought Che Xiaoman was too controlling. The two argued loudly, but they didn't fight.
When Shen Qianxue returned to the office, Che Xiaoman ran past her, crying and covering her mouth.
"Did you have a fight?" Shen Qianxue asked while holding the folder.
Xia Ziming, standing in front of the blinds, took a deep breath and did not answer Shen Qianxue.
Seeing that he didn't say anything, Shen Qianxue didn't ask any more questions. She sat back at her desk and continued to review and revise the document.
The fallen leaves on the ground were swept high into the sky by the typhoon, and the dark clouds accumulated in the sky rolled, as if a rainstorm could come at any time. The sunlight was covered by the dark clouds, and there was an undercurrent in the clouds, and it was unknown when it would hit the earth.
Song Yiming stood by the window and lifted the curtains a little. The wind outside blew the trees on the roadside, and the street vendors had closed their stalls early. The shops on both sides of the road had closed their doors and windows. The street was empty at the moment, but occasionally there would be cars and buses passing by.
There was a sudden knock on the door. Song Yiming looked at the time and thought it shouldn't be Shen Qianxue at this time.
Could it be that the express delivery has arrived?
Thinking this, Song Yiming turned around and opened the door.
As soon as the door opened, the drunk Che Xiaoman fell into his arms.
Song Yiming didn't like the taste of alcohol, so when Che Xiaoman moved her face closer, he frowned and used his hands to support her, pulling away: "How do you know my address?"
"It's in the computer file, haha." Che Xiaoman's cheeks were flushed and her eyes were blurred. "I heard that you and Shen Qianxue are dating. I came to see you specially to find out what kind of person your best friend's boyfriend is."
Although Che Xiaoman was petite, she had a good figure. Especially now that she was drunk, her face was flushed, and she actually had a bit of seductive aura.
At this time, thunder rumbled in the gloomy sky. Lightning flashed from the window of the corridor, passing over Song Yiming's sinister profile, outlining his disgusted expression.
The typhoon began to howl, and the trees on the street rustled in the strong wind, as if they were being chopped down by axes.
"What's Xia Ziming's phone number? I'll ask him to pick you up." Song Yiming helped Che Xiaoman, who was as wet as mud. Maybe she drank because she was in a bad mood, or maybe she did it on purpose. But he was too lazy to guess, because how much she drank had nothing to do with him.
"Don't mention this person to me, Xia Ziming, this bastard, is indecisive. He isn't satisfied with me alone, and he has to pester Shen Qianxue. How am I inferior to Shen Qianxue? I'm richer and prettier than her... Why do you all like her, why ...?" Che Xiaoman was talking and vomited.
Several middle-aged men and women walked down from upstairs. They looked at Che Xiaoman and Song Yiming with disgust, as if to say, if you want to get drunk, go home and do it, and don't vomit all over the floor.
"Come in and wake up." Song Yiming was helpless, but he didn't want to cause dissatisfaction among the neighbors. He grabbed Che Xiaoman's arm and carried her into the house.
When he reached the sofa, Song Yiming let go of her hand and left her alone to cry on the sofa.
Song Yiming walked to the small freezer, took out the milk, poured it into a cup and handed it to Che Xiaoman.
"Have some milk." Although Song Yiming didn't like girls who ran to other people's homes and acted wild after getting drunk, his upbringing did not allow him to chase her away directly.
After all, there is a typhoon outside now, and there may be heavy rain soon.
Song Yiming watched Che Xiaoman finish the milk in the cup, then turned around and walked into the room, looking for his cell phone to call Shen Qianxue.
In Xia Ziming's office, the air conditioner was working quietly. Outside the window, a strong wind was already blowing.
"Qianxue, do you remember the time when there was a typhoon and we were riding bicycles at school?" Xia Ziming looked at the newspapers blown up by the wind outside the window and fell into memories of the past. "Qianxue, sometimes I feel that we can still go back."
Shen Qianxue smiled contemptuously and said softly: "Let the past be the past."
"Qianxue, I know that the person you love is me. You are with Song Yiming just to irritate me, right?" Xia Ziming suddenly grabbed Shen Qianxue's hand holding the pen. A light flashed in his eyes, and that light dimmed after she avoided his gaze.
"We are both in a relationship now, please be respectful." Shen Qianxue was a little frightened. She withdrew her hand, stood up and prepared to leave Xia Ziming's office.
"I already respect you very much!" Xia Ziming pulled Shen Qianxue back into his arms. His patience had been exhausted, and he could no longer suppress his emotions. He couldn't accept that the person he liked was being affectionate with someone else, and he couldn't accept that he seemed to be standing far away and looking at her even though they were in the same office.
"Why do we have to torture each other? I admit that I was with Che Xiaoman to piss you off. I just wanted you to come back to me. Am I wrong? You clearly know that I am this kind of person, so why are you unwilling to show weakness to me? Why did you let us get to this point step by step?"
"I really like Song Yiming!" When Shen Qianxue blurted out these words, her cell phone rang. It was Song Yiming calling.
Xia Ziming looked in the direction of the phone. When he saw the caller's name, he became completely furious. He snatched the phone and threw it to the ground.
Shen Qianxue just stood there in a daze, watching her phone break into pieces in horror.
"You're crazy!" Shen Qianxue looked at the hopeless Xia Ziming and felt that she could not stay in this office any longer, so she rushed towards the office door.
Xia Ziming yelled angrily: "Come back here!"
However, before Shen Qianxue's hand touched the door handle, she was forcibly pulled back by Xia Ziming.
Xia Ziming quickly locked the office door and roughly dragged Shen Qianxue to the leather sofa on the right side of the office.
"Xia Ziming, what are you doing?" Shen Qianxue roared, and Xia Ziming threw her fiercely on the sofa and bullied her.
Frenetic kisses fell like rain, the typhoon outside the window was howling, and heavy rain was pouring down, making a loud noise in the outside world, covering up the sounds inside the office.
"Do you remember, I kissed you like this before. You said you liked me kissing you. Don't you like it now?" Xia Ziming had a smile on his face, but his tone was very dangerous. He clamped Shen Qianxue's hands with one hand and lifted her chin with the other hand, "Qianxue, I love you, I really love you. You are mine, you belong to me alone..."
The sound of chiffon being torn rang in Shen Qianxue's ears. Her hands were clamped tightly, tears rolled down her eyes, and she screamed hysterically, but the sound was intertwined with the howling typhoon outside the window.
Typhoon days are like the end of the world, and she is also experiencing the end of the world at this moment.
Song Yiming stood in front of the window, looking at the storm outside, feeling a little uneasy.
Shen Qianxue's phone could not be reached, and I don't know what she is busy with now.
At this time, Che Xiaoman's cell phone rang. Che Xiaoman was still a little drunk, so she took out her cell phone and threw it on the ground.
Song Yiming walked out and saw the phone on the ground was still ringing, so he picked it up. Maybe it was Che Xiaoman's friend who was looking for her, and who knew if she could come and pick her up.
Song Yiming thought so and answered the phone.
"Manager Che, this is Xiaofan, please come back quickly. The boss and Shen Qianxue seem to be fighting in the office, and the door is locked so I can't get in." Yang Xiaofan's voice sounded anxious. When Song Yiming heard this, his mood suddenly sank.
Song Yiming grabbed his parasol and rushed out of the house without even changing his shoes.
The heavy rain was like a beast, and the water gathered on the road. Leaves mixed with garbage were washed into the sewers, which were blocked by these debris. The rain rose higher and higher on the road, and finally it was above people's ankles.
Song Yiming ran out of the street, stepping on the ankle-deep rain on the road.
There was no light in the dark and gloomy sky. It was clearly ten o'clock in the morning, but the sky was as dark as ten o'clock in the evening. Song Yiming didn't even bother to open his umbrella and hurriedly stopped a taxi.
"Go to Mingyu Publishing Company."
The taxi driver was startled by his dress and expression, but still drove towards the destination he mentioned.
Along the way, Song Yiming's brows were furrowed. His heart was beating rapidly, and it seemed that if he didn't get to Shen Qianxue soon, he would die from an unbalanced heart rhythm.
"Driver, drive faster." Song Yiming kept urging the driver.
"Brother, if you go any faster, my car will fly off the road." The driver joked, the rain hitting the windshield of the taxi, and the wipers kept swinging. "Today there is a typhoon, and now it is raining heavily. Driving too fast can easily cause a traffic accident. There is a red light ahead, we have to stop."
"I'll pay the fine, drive faster!" Song Yiming urged the driver desperately, and threw all the money in his wallet on the passenger seat. When the driver saw the hundred-yuan bills scattered on the passenger seat, he immediately threw safety first behind his mind. He stepped on the accelerator and arrived at Mingyu Publishing Company at the speed of an airplane.
Song Yiming got out of the car and ran into the company without looking back. When he rushed in, the employees in the company were a little surprised.
"Where is Xia Ziming's office?" Song Yiming grabbed an employee roughly and asked.
The girl who was being questioned by grabbing the shoulders was obviously frightened, and she pointed in a certain direction in the corridor with some trembling.
Song Yiming let go of her and ran in that direction. He tried to open the door, but it was locked.
The employees in the company didn't know what was going on, so they all gathered in the corridor to watch. The sound of a ceramic vase falling to the ground was heard in the office, and the people outside were shocked.
Song Yiming frowned, took a step back, and kicked the door fiercely. I don't know if the door was fragile or Song Yiming used all his strength. There was only a loud bang, a thunder exploded in the sky, and the door collapsed to the ground.
Song Yiming stepped forward and grabbed Xia Ziming who was holding Shen Qianxue down. He punched Xia Ziming in the jaw, and before he could step back, he pulled him over and kneed him in the abdomen.
Xia Ziming's abdomen was hit, and his stomach acid churned and bile came out. When other people from the company rushed over, Xia Ziming was sitting on the ground wiping the blood and bile from the corners of his lips.
Seeing that more people were gathering, Song Yiming hurriedly took off his sun-protection jacket and wrapped it around the disheveled Shen Qianxue.
Shen Qianxue was frightened. When she saw Song Yiming coming, she cried and threw herself into his arms, trembling all over.
"It's okay, it's okay." Song Yiming hugged Shen Qianxue tightly, stroking her back and comforting her softly. Other colleagues in the company stopped at the door, not knowing what happened inside.
After the thunder and lightning, the sky outside began to clear up. The sun gradually penetrated the thin clouds, and the sound of the howling wind gradually subsided.
Xia Ziming picked up a piece of broken ceramic on the ground and rushed towards Song Yiming. If Yang Xiaofan hadn't shouted "be careful" in time, Song Yiming would have been cut on his arm.
Song Yiming glanced at them, and hugged Shen Qianxue to avoid Xia Ziming. Xia Ziming took the porcelain pieces and threw them against the glass window behind the desk.
The blinds that blocked the light were regarded as a life-saving straw by Xia Ziming who fell down, and they were all pulled down in an instant.
The sky was bright and clear after the rain, and a small rainbow appeared when the sun shone through the glass. However, these beautiful scenes became the source of Song Yiming's pain.
The moment the light shone into the office, almost everyone was stunned.
Song Yiming screamed in pain, and his skin exposed to the air and light quickly turned red. It felt like a vampire being burned by fire.
This was also the first time Shen Qianxue had seen such a scene, and she was almost shocked. After a moment, she quickly found a blanket and covered Song Yiming with it to block the sunlight for him.
"Yang Xiaofan, quickly install the blinds! Xiaomin, quickly call an ambulance!" Shen Qianxue shouted at her colleagues who were standing stupidly outside the door.
At this moment, everyone reacted and rushed forward to help.
Colleagues formed a human wall behind Shen Qianxue and Song Yiming to block out the sunlight. Yang Xiaofan stepped on a chair and pulled up the damaged blinds. Some colleagues held blackout cloths, and some helped move Song Yiming to another office without light.
Among all the people, only Xia Ziming was sitting on the ground trembling all over.
The sound of the ambulance sounded, and the paramedics rushed over with a stretcher. Song Yiming was carefully transferred to the stretcher by the paramedics. Shen Qianxue looked at Song Yiming, who was already wearing an oxygen mask, with distress, and cried all the way as she followed the paramedics carrying the stretcher away.
After the ambulance arrived at the hospital, the nurses pushed Song Yiming directly into the emergency room. The red light outside the emergency room came on, and Shen Qianxue signed the surgery permit for him as his girlfriend. At the same time, the nurse also retrieved the patient's file and began to contact his family.
Shen Qianxue stood in the corridor outside the emergency room. She was wearing Song Yiming's windbreaker, and her face was covered with tears. She clenched her hands, praying that Song Yiming would be fine and come out quickly.
The red light in the emergency room was on for three hours. When Song Yiming was pushed out, his arms and neck were wrapped in bandages. A small part of his face was covered with medicine, which looked like graffiti. Shen Qianxue hurriedly followed the nurse who pushed the bed, and kept looking at the unconscious Song Yiming. He looked very weak, like a reed swaying alone in the wind, like a leaf that could fall at any time.
At that moment, Shen Qianxue felt scared, afraid that he would just fall asleep in his dream.
Song Yiming's parents rushed to the hospital in the middle of the night. When they arrived, Shen Qianxue was taking a nap beside his bed. Song's father and mother walked into the ward anxiously, and cried bitterly when they saw their son who was in a shapeless state. After they learned that Song Yiming was injured because of Shen Qianxue, they angrily drove Shen Qianxue out of the ward and asked her to stay away from her son.
Shen Qianxue didn't dare to go near the ward, so she sat on a chair in the corridor all night.
When Song Geming woke up the next day, he found that Shen Qianxue was not there, and his parents were sitting in front of the bed.
"Mom and Dad, why are you here? Where's Qianxue?"
When Song Yiming's parents saw him wake up, they were happy at first, but then they looked at each other in surprise because they had driven Shen Qianxue away.
Finally, at his insistence, Song Yiming's parents invited Shen Qianxue in and apologized to her.
"Your name is Shen Qianxue, right? We were too excited last night and said some extreme words to you. Please don't take it to heart."
"As elders, we also wish the best for the younger generations. We are not authoritarian and overbearing parents. Since Yiming has already chosen you, we as parents have no objection."
Song Yiming's parents smiled somewhat awkwardly, but Shen Qianxue still felt a little uncomfortable with such a huge difference in attitude.
Seeing that his parents were also a little embarrassed, Song Yiming sent them out.
After Song Yiming's parents left the ward, Song Yiming smiled at Shen Qianxue. At that moment, Shen Qianxue's tears fell.
She couldn't control her emotions and cried beside Song Yiming's bed. It was unclear whether it was because she was worried about Song Yiming or because she was still frightened by the fact that she almost got violated.
"You can cry, but don't let your tears fall on my skin, it hurts." Song Yiming said frivolously. Shen Qianxue raised her head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
"Why are you so annoying?" Shen Qianxue wanted to be sad for a while, but facing Song Yiming's teasing, she couldn't help but want to laugh.
Song Yiming raised his hand and gently stroked Shen Qianxue's cheek: "I am so annoying, I want you to hate me forever." His hands were a little cold, and his fingers seemed to move slowly. But this slowness made him look very gentle, like the warm breeze in April.
Shen Qianxue stared at Song Yiming, just like staring at the stars at night. What kind of person you meet will determine what kind of life you will have. Shen Qianxue was glad that she met Song Yiming, glad that he loved her, and she also loved him.
Shen Qianxue leaned forward and touched Song Yiming's lips which were rubbed with ointment and powder. Song Yiming was stunned for a moment, and when Shen Qianxue was about to kiss him deeply, he gently pulled her away.
"I received your kindness, but the ointment on my lips is a bit bitter. Please kiss me again when I am better."
Shen Qianxue licked the powder on her lips, nodded in approval, and finally couldn't help laughing.
"Go to my house and change your clothes. Otherwise, your mother will be worried if you go home like this." Song Yiming rubbed Shen Qianxue's head, like he was pampering a beloved pet. Shen Qianxue nodded, and gently hugged Song Yiming before leaving.
When she stood up, Song Yiming's parents came in with breakfast. They also happened to see the hug they had just had. Shen Qianxue couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, and a burning sensation spread to her cheeks. She gave Song Yiming's parents a shy smile, and hurriedly lowered her head and ran out of the ward.
"Yiming, come and tell your parents how you know this girl." Song's mother sat down beside Song Yiming's bed with a gossipy look on her face, as if she was going to hold her grandson soon.
Song Yiming smiled slyly and turned to look at his father: "Dad, why don't you tell me how you pursued Mom in the past."
"Don't try to change the subject, just tell mom."
"Dad, when you married Mom, did you think she was a gossip?"
"You bastard..."
A taxi stopped downstairs of "Zhongzhu Jiuyue" and Shen Qianxue, wearing a black sun-protective top, walked out of the car.
The rainwater on the ground had dried up after evaporating overnight, with only a small amount of water still accumulated on some low-lying roads.
The trees were destroyed by yesterday's typhoon, and now the whole street is covered with fallen leaves and branches. A few fluffy clouds float across the bright sky, which are blown away by the wind and penetrated by the rays of morning light.
Shen Qianxue looked up, the shadows of the trees were mottled, and the sun was warm. She took a deep breath, kept smiling, and walked into the community.
The windows in the corridor of the community have no glass, and when it is windy and rainy, rain will always fall into the corridor. Shen Qianxue walked carefully on the wet stairs. Because there was no sunlight, there was a lot of water in the corridor.
Shen Qianxue walked to the door of Song Yiming's house, squatted down, turned over the floor mat, picked up the key hidden underneath, and prepared to open the door.
The door opened with a creaky sound, but Shen Qianxue had not yet inserted the key into the lock.
"Qianxue? Why are you here? Good morning." Che Xiaoman said while wearing Song Yiming's shirt and yawning, looking like she had just woken up. She was not surprised to see Shen Qianxue, but rather seemed to be welcoming a guest.
Shen Qianxue's hand holding the key trembled slightly. She looked at Che Xiaoman and remembered that many years ago, Che Xiaoman said to her: "Ziming and I are together."
"Why are you at Yi Ming's house?" Shen Qianxue is no longer the submissive girl she used to be. She will not take what she sees and hears as the whole story as she did before.
Back then, Che Xiaoman advised them to break up instead of reconcile, and used all means to get along with Xia Ziming.
Now, Xia Ziming wanted to get back together with Shen Qianxue, and Che Xiaoman was left out, so he would inevitably resort to some extraordinary measures. Shen Qianxue didn't know whether her guess was right or wrong.
Suddenly, she remembered what happened yesterday. Before she answered the call, her phone had been smashed by Xia Ziming, but Song Yiming still arrived in time.
Who notified Song Yiming?
"Ah, look at me, I'm so drunk that I don't even know whose house this is. I thought I was with Ziming last night, but it turned out to be Song Yiming." Che Xiaoman pretended to be surprised and hurriedly explained, "Qianxue, don't get me wrong, we just drank too much and didn't do anything."
"I didn't misunderstand." Shen Qianxue pretended to be calm and kept smiling. She stood by the door, "But if you wear my boyfriend's clothes to go back to see your boyfriend, I can't guarantee whether Xia Ziming will misunderstand."
Shen Qianxue reminded Che Xiaoman with a smile.
Che Xiaoman looked embarrassed and turned back to her room to change back into her skirt.
"Qianxue, you have really changed a lot. I almost don't recognize you anymore." Che Xiaoman put on her high heels, still not wanting to leave.
Shen Qianxue, however, stood at the door with her arms folded to see her off: "People are constantly changing. After being in society for so long, some changes are inevitable. But you, have never changed." Shen Qianxue's words had hidden meaning.
"What do you want to express?" Che Xiaoman's expression changed a little. Xia Ziming's behavior had already made Che Xiaoman dissatisfied, and now Shen Qianxue had become so shameless. This was really beyond her imagination.
"I mean, you are as beautiful as before, with a sweet smile that will soften anyone's heart." Shen Qianxue still kept smiling. She watched Che Xiaoman pass by her, then smiled, and with a "click" she isolated her outside the house.
Che Xiaoman clenched her fists, glared at the door, turned her head and left.
Shen Qianxue leaned against the door, sighed deeply, and was in great conflict.
Song Yiming is different from Xia Ziming. Song Yiming is not a man who is easily shaken.
Moreover, Song Yiming would disregard his own safety in order to save her.
Based on this point alone, she should trust him unconditionally and trust that he would not do anything to betray her.
But why did Che Xiaoman spend the night at Song Yiming's house?
Shen Qianxue squatted on the ground weakly, feeling uneasy.
Would it be better to ask Song Yiming?
Shen Qianxue got up and went back to the bedroom to change clothes.
When the wardrobe was opened, Shen Qianxue seemed to step on something. She looked down and saw a Durex box.
Two years ago, when Lin Miao's family came to destroy the house, the voice that Shen Qianxue heard when she called Che Xiaoman echoed in her mind again.
Those voices that seemed to never disappear echoed in her mind like a nightmare. And the words Che Xiaoman said when she came to see her also echoed again and again: "Qianxue, when you called me that day... Actually, actually Xia Ziming and I were..."
"That day, Ziming drank too much. He refused to go home and insisted on staying overnight at the hotel. Then...he mistook me for you...we..."
"Qianxue, I know I am sorry for you, but Xia Ziming and I are already together. If he doesn't take responsibility for me, I will be too ashamed to see anyone..."
"Qianxue, can you understand me?"
"Qianxue, you two have broken up. Can you give Ziming to me?"
The nightmare-like words replayed over and over in Shen Qianxue's mind. She held her head and squatted on the ground. Some strange phantoms seemed to appear in front of her, as if Song Yiming and Che Xiaoman were entangled in front of her.