Chapter 8 Wake up, Your Majesty 01
The final exams are approaching, and there are suddenly more things to do in school. Although the main affairs are supervised by the school's dean, many decisions still require Duanmu Jichu's signature before they can be implemented. So Duanmu Jichu has no excuse to hide at home anymore, and gradually starts to come to school for classes .
He moved his seat to the back of the classroom, and I sat at the front. The classroom was already very large, and there were many lilies dotted in the middle, so even if I stretched my neck I could only see a little bit of his shadow among the snow-white flowers.
But even just a little bit is enough.
The morning sun shone in, gilding his perfect profile. Every inch of his skin was fair and perfect, but his complexion didn't look too good, and there was even a small shadow under his eyes.
Is it dark circles?
Didn’t sleep well last night?
My heart tightened, and I unconsciously clenched the ballpoint pen in my hand. The small decorative steel piece on the ballpoint pen was pinched off by me, and it pierced into the palm of my hand, and I screamed "Ah".
"What's wrong? Xiaoye..."
It was the first class in the afternoon. Leo was in his design studio for the whole class because he had to help the school design new uniforms. There was no one sitting next to me. Bai Yuanyuan, who was not far from me, heard my voice first.
"No...it's okay." Although I said this, a small hole had been pierced by the steel sheet on the palm of my hand, and blood was dripping out. To be honest, it was a bit painful, so I couldn't help but let out a "hiss" and took a breath of cold air.
"Ah, Xiaoye, you're bleeding!"
When Bai Yuanyuan saw the blood on my palm, she screamed loudly, not caring whether we were in class or not, and her little face turned pale with fear.
"It's okay, it's not a serious wound."
I hurriedly waved my hands to show that I was still energetic. At this moment, my injured hand was suddenly grabbed by a big hand, and then an unhappy voice sounded above my head: "It's not a big wound? Then what kind of wound do you think is big enough? Is the whole arm broken? Go to the infirmary to bandage it quickly!"
Well……
I haven't heard this voice, this vicious voice for a long time.
Somehow, my heart leaped with joy at this voice that could only be described as "vicious". I raised my head and met those black glass like eyes. I smiled foolishly and said, "It's just a little bleeding..."
"A little blood? That's all?" Duanmu Jichu's eyebrows twisted up suddenly. Although he had his signature sneer on his face, he looked very angry. "Since you like bleeding so much, why don't you donate blood? At least you can contribute to society. Do you want me to leave all the blood donation quotas for school teachers this year to you?"
Our school's annual blood donation quota is 200ml per teacher. There are dozens of teachers in the school. Even if I drain all my blood, it still won't be enough. This guy...
In the past, if I had heard such mocking and vicious words, I would have cursed him fiercely in my mind, but today, somehow, I felt very happy. I stood up without any rebuttal and said, "Okay, can't I go to the infirmary?"
After simply bandaging the wound and walking out of the infirmary, I saw Duanmu Jichu standing on the lawn outside the infirmary. I didn’t know whether he came here to breathe some fresh air or wait for me here on purpose.
I stood not far from him and watched him quietly, but I didn't dare to go forward, for fear that as soon as I approached, he would quickly hide away like before.
Besides, if my hand hadn't been pricked and bleeding today, he wouldn't have come to talk to me on his own initiative.
The sunlight was very dazzling, and there was an indescribable wonderful feeling when it shone on his body. He was like the most perfect statue in Rome, noble and with a kingly demeanor that could not be desecrated.
"Is it bandaged?"
Duanmu Jichu, who had his back to me, felt me standing behind him, turned around and frowned at me. After meeting my scrutinizing gaze, he turned his head away awkwardly, leaned against the tree trunk next to him, and hesitated for a while before saying, "Thank you for that day... Although I don't know why you were in my room."
Is he thanking you for that day?
It was a way of saying thank you, instead of arrogantly throwing a stack of money at me and saying irritating words.
Really want to say thank you!
Does this prove that he already regards me as a special person, no longer a worthless commodity in his mouth, but a living person?
This thought suddenly touched me so much that I didn’t plan to hide it from him anymore, so I said loudly, “I climbed in secretly. I wanted to see you, so I sneaked in from your balcony.”
"You..." He was obviously stunned by what I said. He stared at me with his black glass-like eyes for a few seconds, and suddenly burst into laughter. "Are you a female ninja? Climbing through the window, how can you do such a thing?"
"I'm not only a female ninja, I'm also Iron Man and Spider-Man..." I walked up to him and looked at his tired face seriously. "Although I'm a very lame female ninja, a very lame Iron Man and Spider-Man, it's better than you fighting alone. I know I can't help you, but... but at least I can listen to you complain..."
"What are you talking about? Idiot!" He looked at me with a very strange look, but the shining light in his eyes clearly revealed his emotions. In fact, he wanted someone to share his burdens, not just to see the shining halo above his head, but to see the fatigue and pain deep in his heart. For such a person, even if there is nothing else I can do, as long as I can listen to his complaints, it is better than letting him bear it alone.
"Go ahead and talk. I want to hear you say it. It's okay even if you use curse words. Just treat me as your emotional trash can." I took another step closer to him, grabbed his arm tightly, and said firmly.
He looked at me, his eyes gradually softened, slowly revealing the gentle and cold light like the moonlight that I was familiar with, then he sighed and rubbed my hair hard. Although his words were still arrogant, his tone was very happy: "Well, since you want to listen to me so much, then I will satisfy you."
Then his tone became low again, and he began to talk intermittently about things that I had never known before: "You also know that although I am the president of AURORA, I am not yet 18 years old, so all the property of AURORA is now in the hands of my proxy guardian, my uncle. The decisions I propose must be signed by him before I can get the power to use the funds. Even if it is a small amount of funds, I have no right to use it without his consent. It's ridiculous, right? Although I look bright on the surface, as if I have everything, but if it weren't for my father's will in the law firm, my uncle could turn me into a penniless pauper... And in fact, if he really wanted to do that, he could spend a lot of money to bribe lawyers and change the will. The reason why he didn't do that is because there are many uncles on the company's board of directors who were good friends of my father when he was alive. If they hadn't been supporting me behind the scenes, maybe Ji Mo and I would have been miserably kicked out of the house, hehe..."
Yes, no matter how powerful Duanmu Jichu is , he is just a 17-year-old boy. His current situation is really like that of a little emperor in ancient times. Because of his young age, all power is in the hands of the regent, and he is just a puppet at best.
If he was really like some idiot emperors and was willing to be a puppet all his life, then his life would not be too difficult. However, Duanmu Jichu was such a proud and arrogant person, how could he allow himself to become a useless puppet?
I remember those days when I accompanied him to work overtime in the company after school, and how hard he worked.
Duanmu Jichu, you must be very sad... You must be in pain...
Thinking of this, I slowly raised my hand and gently touched his head, imitating the way he touched me. Because every time he touched my head, I felt so relieved and inexplicably lost my temper. I thought that the action of touching my head should be magical.
I gently stroked his soft hair and whispered, "I believe in your ability. Sooner or later, you will take back what belongs to you. What is yours will always be yours..."
"Of course." He glared at me arrogantly, but his eyes were not fierce at all. He just sighed slowly, as if he was bewitched by my sudden and rare tenderness, and slowly leaned his head on my shoulder. "But why did he throw the project I worked so hard on for a long time into the trash can without even looking at it? How could he do this? Rice Cake Girl, I'm so tired... I'm really tired..."
His voice became lower and lower, and my shoulders became heavier and heavier. I originally thought that he just wanted to lean on me, but the situation seemed to be getting more and more wrong. His body seemed to go limp, and his eyes closed. In the end, his whole body fell on me. How could I support his weight, and I was pinned to the lawn by him.
"Ah!" I screamed out of reflex, "Duanmu Jichu, what are you doing? It's broad daylight now, someone will see us, get up quickly!"
But then I realized that he couldn't get up at all because he fell asleep again.
This time, his coma was different from the previous ones. Not only was it very long, but he also had a high fever in the afternoon. I stayed with him in the school infirmary. After the previous two experiences, I had given up hope and pried his hands apart, and let him hold them.
Because Duanmu Jichu had suddenly fallen asleep in school before, the teachers in the infirmary were not very panicked or surprised. I didn't plan to inform Duanmu Jimu and Le'ou at first, for fear that they would worry, but Duanmu Jichu's condition was getting worse and worse, and I was a little overwhelmed, so I had to call Le'ou.
"Xiao Ye..."
Le Ou came to the infirmary and saw me being held tightly in the arms of the unconscious Duanmu Jichu. His expression changed slightly, but he soon shifted his attention to Duanmu Jichu: "How is Jichu now?"
"His body is so hot... Le Ou, what should we do? Will something happen to him? I can't wake him up no matter how hard I try... Wuuuu..." All my attention was on Duanmu Jichu. Although I wanted to consider Le Ou's feelings, I couldn't suppress my worry about Duanmu Jichu, and tears flowed out unconsciously.
"Let's take him to the hospital. Although he often fell into coma before, it was never as serious as it is now." Duanmu Jimu rushed over behind Leo. It was rare for him to put away his smiling face and become extremely serious. As he spoke, he took out his cell phone and called an ambulance.
When we got to the hospital, Duanmu Jichu still held me tightly and there was no way to treat him. The doctor had no choice but to use acupuncture to stimulate several of his acupuncture points to make him loosen his grip. Only then could I leave the ward and wait for the doctor's news with the others.
About half an hour later, the doctor pushed open the door and came out, saying to us, "The fever has started to subside, but Master Ji Chu's psychological burden has reached its limit. If his psychological burden is not reduced, even if he wakes up, he will soon fall into a coma again. You can go in to see him now, but it's best to let one person go in first, because too many people will also burden Master Ji Chu, which is not conducive to his recovery."
As soon as the doctor finished speaking, I clenched my fists and said firmly, "I! I...I want to go in and see him."
"rice cake……"
"Xiao Ye..."
"you……"
As soon as I said this, Duanmu Jimo, Le Ou and Ximen were all stunned. They seemed to be frightened by my crying voice, especially Le Ou. His beautiful blue eyes were filled with complex expressions, including sadness, surprise, and helplessness... So many expressions were entangled in his eyes, making those shining eyes that were almost as bright as gems become even dimmer.
"I want to go in and see him." I turned around and looked at Le'ou's face quietly. Although I felt apologetic, my tone was extremely firm. "I want to go in and see him, is that okay? Le'ou..."
Everyone's eyes turned to Le'ou's face. The sunlight shone in from the window beside him, making his fair skin almost transparent. He looked back at me with a smile that was more transparent than glass: "Go, Xiaoye, Ji Chu is my best friend, I don't want anything to happen to him, so go ahead... Don't worry about me, I believe in you."
He believes in us...
But are we really worthy of your trust?
It started from the day when I fell asleep peacefully on Duanmu Jichu's shoulder on the bridge, from the time when Duanmu Jichu kissed me secretly, from the time when I climbed through the window to his room because I missed him, from the time when Duanmu Jichu made a fuss when he saw me bleeding, from the time when he told me all his troubles...
We...are no longer worthy of your trust.
I'm sorry, Leo, I'm sorry...
I glanced at Le Ou, bit my lower lip tightly, turned around and quickly entered the ward, not daring to stay by his side for another second, because I was afraid that if I stayed for one more second, the guilt in my heart would grow and eventually devour me alive.
After the fever subsided, Duanmu Jichu's condition was relatively stable, but he could not be discharged from the hospital yet and had to be observed in the hospital for a few days.
I would often secretly visit Duanmu Jichu, but I would always go when Leou was not around, because I was afraid of seeing Leou's heartbreaking smile again, and his blue eyes that were gradually losing their luster. Every time I saw him, I felt a pain in my chest, and I was unable to extricate myself from the guilt.
I still can't let go of Duanmu Jichu, and I still can't just ignore his affairs.
