Back at the hotel, Zhou Qishen lay on the bed for a while, feeling unwell. Zhao Xiyin applied medicine to his wounds and gently pressed his temples with her fingertips. "Go to sleep, I'll pack your luggage. Is your flight at 1 p.m. tomorrow?"
"Um."
"If I can't make it in time, will you go alone?"
"It's alright." Zhou Qishen held her hand and kissed it. "How many more days until it ends?"
"One week."
"Okay, I'll be waiting for you to come home in Beijing."
After hesitating for a long time, Zhao Xiyin still brought up that person, "You hurt Zhuang Qiu's hand, will he... will he cause you trouble?"
Zhou Qishen said calmly, "Don't worry, I'll handle it."
Zhao Xiyin was worried, but since she had already said that, she couldn't bring it up again.
Zhou Qishen slept soundly and woke up at 11 p.m.
Zhao Xiyin was asleep beside him, a book beside her. Zhou Qishen stirred, and she woke up with a start, looking at him sleepily, "Hmm, you're awake? Does your head still hurt?"
Zhou Qishen's eyes were deep, carrying a hint of lust. He touched Zhao Xiyin's face, a half-smile on his face, "...Madam."
Zhao Xiyin blushed, but didn't lose her temper. "The soundproofing here is bad. I can tell which news anchor is reading today's news broadcast from the TV next door."
Zhou Qishen pulled her head back into his arms and said, "Then just bear with it."
Zhao Xiyin nodded, "I can endure it, anyway I can go back to Beijing in a week."
Zhou Qishen raised an eyebrow and his hand was already reaching for the hem of her clothes, seducing her, "I said, bear with it, don't scream."
Zhao Xiyin: "..."
She clung to her last bit of stubbornness, pressed against his chest, and protested softly, "Don't you have a headache?"
Zhou Qishen actually stopped what he was doing, and after thinking about it seriously, he replied earnestly, "You don't need to use your head when you're doing it."
Zhao Xiyin: "..."
A beautiful moment, a fleeting instant.
Zhou Qishen was very accommodating to her, not letting her utter a sound throughout. Whenever he saw her becoming so weak that she was about to collapse, he would silence her broken moans with kisses.
The next day, Zhao Xiyin had to leave for the filming location at four o'clock. This scene required her to catch the sunrise, just in time for the lead actor. Zhou Qishen knew she had to get up early, so he restrained himself the night before and moved gently. But after all, both scenes involved standing, a posture that was physically demanding. Despite years of dance training, Zhao Xiyin's stamina was decent, but... her back was incredibly sore.
By the time she finished her work, it was past lunchtime, and Zhou Qishen should have already boarded the plane.
Zhao Xiyin got her phone and saw the WeChat message he had sent half an hour earlier:
"Remember to eat."
"Remember to miss your brother."
"Remember to be a good boy/girl."
"If you behave well, I'll make love to you twice when we get home."
"If you don't perform well, you'll have sex three times."
The words were sweet and saccharine.
We've gotten to know each other well on set over the past few days. A passing cameraman casually asked, "Who's Xiao Zhao chatting with so happily?"
Zhao Xiyin pressed her phone to her chest and said with a smile, "What a childish brat."
Chapter 86 A Lifetime of Passion (3)
Beijing Capital International Airport.
The plane had been on the ground for quite some time, and the passengers had gradually disembarked before Zhou Qishen finally stood up. After standing there for a moment, a flight attendant approached him and asked with concern, "Mr. Zhou, do you need any assistance?"
Zhou Qishen raised his hand. "No need, thank you."
After exiting the jet bridge, Zhou Qishen turned on his phone and saw several missed calls, mostly from Gu Heping. He didn't call back immediately. After getting into the car, he closed his eyes and rested for a while. Only after the Maybach turned onto the airport expressway did he call Gu Heping.
Gu Heping answered quickly, almost dying of anxiety, "Ancestor Zhou, you finally have news! Where is he? Come straight to the teahouse, Lao Cheng and I are waiting."
Just as Zhou Qishen was about to respond, his phone beeped with a call from Zhao Wenchun.
"Wait a minute, I need to take this call." Zhou Qishen answered the call, listened for a few words, and immediately instructed the driver to change the route.
Zhao Wenchun was waiting for him at home; the hot tea had just cooled to the perfect temperature. Zhou Qishen rushed upstairs, slightly out of breath. After entering, he loosened his collar and said, "Dad."
"I'm sorry to have troubled you." Zhao Wenchun's expression was serene, yet it couldn't hide his age. Zhou Qishen suddenly realized something was amiss; it had only been a few days since they last met.
Zhao Wenchun sighed and said truthfully, "The reason I'm in such a hurry is because I have to go for several tests tomorrow."
Zhou Qishen frowned. "What's wrong?"
Zhao Wenchun paused for a moment, then took out a medical record from the drawer under the coffee table and gently handed it over.
When Zhou Qishen opened it, his heart sank.
“The description of the symptoms is very close, but the doctor can’t make a diagnosis. I scheduled a brain MRI before the New Year. Xiaoxi is busy, and I don’t want to distract her. I’m sorry, Qishen, this shouldn’t be causing you trouble. But I’m afraid, I’m afraid…” Zhao Wenchun took a deep breath, his tone calm, as if he had made the worst-case scenario plan. “If the tests are normal, then we can pretend nothing happened. If something is wrong, then keep these things with you for now.”
Zhao Wenchun then handed over a wine-red leather notebook, its edges worn and looking quite old.
Zhou Qishen remained silent and accepted it.