Old Cheng told him, "Xiao west can't stand the smell of hospital disinfectant; she vomits as soon as she smells it. She was already at the door this morning when she was sent vomiting back. She asked me to tell you that she won't be coming until you're discharged."
Zhou Qishen: "..."
The disdain came so quickly that he couldn't refute it.
After appreciating Boss Zhou's frustrated expression, Lao Cheng chuckled, "Alright, I'm not teasing you anymore. Gu Heping is coming over tonight, and he can pick up Xiao west along with him."
Zhou Qishen turned to the caregiver and instructed, "Get me a razor."
"I need to shave."
"It makes you look younger."
Old Cheng was completely confused, but when he realized what was happening, he almost burst out laughing.
Around the same time, Gu Heping also picked up Zhao Xiyin. Zhao Xiyin was taken aback when she saw his car, and after fastening her seatbelt, she asked, "Brother Heping, you changed your car again?"
This imported Prado is brand new, but it has been sitting in the garage for a long time without being driven, and it has accumulated a layer of dust.
Gu Heping said, "My BMW isn't very good; it doesn't have the same shock absorption as this one. Sigh, it's the first time I've driven a pregnant woman, so I'm a little nervous."
Zhao Xiyin thought, "This guy is being a bit too pretentious."
But you know what, Gu Heping drove incredibly steadily today. He basically drove at a leisurely speed of 40 miles per hour, ignoring the honking of the cars behind him.
Zhao Xiyin was both amused and exasperated. "Brother Heping, I'm really not that delicate. I spent more than twenty days in Qinghai recently, dancing day and night, and I was fine."
Gu Heping said, "You're much more promising than Brother Zhou."
"The more you act like this, the more nervous I get. Just drive normally." Zhao Xiyin saw some candy in the car, peeled a plum-flavored one, and ate it to suppress the nausea that kept rising in her head. After a moment of silence, she asked, "Brother Heping, are you and Xiaoran still dating?"
Gu Heping hadn't expected her to be so direct. He bit his tongue almost unconsciously, the pain mirroring his inner turmoil. He smiled and said, "Li Ran has already told you, so just go with what she says."
Zhao Xiyin then asked, "What about Cen Yue?"
Gu Heping still smiled, "This little girl is high-level, don't worry, I can't harm her."
He paused, softened his tone, and asked, "Little girl, did you go back to Shanxi?"
If she still couldn't discern his attitude from the previous few sentences, then this one made Zhao Xiyin suddenly understand. She turned her head to look at Gu Heping, whose handsome face appeared harmless and carefree, seemingly forever unaware of sorrow.
Gu Heping felt the gaze and chuckled, "I know what you're thinking. Don't overthink it, I'm really not the kind of person who's two-timing."
Playing around is fine, but it's all consensual.
It's not like they'd go to such lengths to string someone along, coax them, or deceive them.
Zhao Xiyin suddenly didn't want to ask anymore.
The heart of a prodigal son is unfathomable. You cannot confine such a person with the seven emotions and six desires.
Gu Heping sighed to himself, speaking in a half-truthful tone, "I'm the same age as Zhou Ge'er, and he's about to become a father, while I'm still single. I'm envious, really envious. Hey, Xiao Xi, are you having a big reaction?"
Zhao Xiyin nodded, unable to suppress the taste of the preserved plum candy in her mouth, and said, "I feel like throwing up right now."
Gu Heping: "?"
She realized what she meant and quickly explained, "I'm sorry, I wasn't talking about you."
Gu Heping was heartbroken. "Don't say it, little sister. The more you talk about it, the more I want to cry."
When Zhou Qishen arrived at the hospital, he was awake. The doctor had just examined him, stopped two medications, and removed the monitoring devices from his body. Without those colorful tubes, the hospital bed felt much cleaner, and Zhou Qishen finally didn't look like a patient anymore.
Gu Heping didn't even go into the ward. He stood at the door and shouted, "Hey, I've safely delivered your wife. I'm off now, I have a dinner engagement tonight."
Zhao Xiyin stood there for a long time without moving, until Zhou Qishen reached out his hand to her and whispered, "Wife."
Zhao Xiyin covered her nose and walked to his bedside, looking charmingly innocent, "I dislike you."
Despite saying that, she still placed her hand in his palm.
Zhou Qishen exerted a little force, pulling her closer to him. He kissed her hair and said, "You've worked hard."
Zhao Xiyin leaned against him, her cheek resting on his collarbone, which hurt a little. But she didn't make a sound, quietly feeling it for a while, as if only this real touch could confirm that he was really alright.
Zhao Xiyin no longer mentioned those heartfelt words, no longer expressed the intense emotions of losing and regaining something. He was alive, he was still here, and that was more important than anything else.
Her index finger curled up, the tip scraping against his palm, and she said casually, "Hey, Zhou Qishen, you're such a hard child to take care of. You've been having such a bad reaction these past few days, you feel like throwing up at the smell of food. Yesterday my dad made braised pork, and I threw up three times. It's so agonizing."
Zhou Qishen hummed in agreement. "I'll beat him up later."
"I'm also very sleepy. I was able to fall asleep when I was in Brother Heping's car on the way to the hospital."
"Okay, I'll help you curse Gu Heping to death."
Zhao Xiyin raised her head and said with dissatisfaction, "Brother Heping is a very good person, why are you cursing him for no reason?"
Zhou Qishen nodded, "Okay, I won't scold him. I'll send him a red envelope tomorrow."
Zhao west asked, "Does that mean you'll agree to whatever I say?"
"yes."
"Then I want a divorce."
Zhou Qishen tightened his grip on her, "I won't agree to this."
Zhao Xiyin sat up, her eyes brimming with tears, staring at him intently. After a few seconds, her eyes welled up with moisture, and she asked softly, "There won't be a next time, will there?"