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Chapter 1300: the ending (3) _3
Translator: 549690339
he had been stabbed in the heart by a little brat and had even hit his head in the end.
they immediately called 120 and helped him to the hospital.
the class reunion was still going on. they were worried that more people would find out about hu xinyueâs incident, so they kept it a secret. they only said that xu jingcheng had drunk too much and was not feeling well, so he went to the hospital.
**
the car carrying a few people headed straight for the second peopleâs hospital of beijing.
the back of xu jingchengâs head was indeed broken, but there was only a small amount of bleeding. however, they still gave him an x-ray to prevent him from getting a concussion.
along the way, song fengwan also found someone to understand xiang chunhuiâs work situation.
he had indeed been replaced at the last minute, and the other party was the nephew of the project manager. such a big piece of fat meat naturally went to his own family.
xiang chunhui was busy paying the fees, while song fengwan and hu xinyue stayed by xu jingchengâs side, but they didnât speak.
âiâll go make a call.â she left immediately after saying that.
after xiang chunhui paid the fees, he hurried back. on his way back, he saw song fengwan, who seemed very uneasy. â mrs. fu ... â they didnât have much of a relationship.
âletâs have a chat.â
xiang chunhui held the payment receipt and followed her to a hidden place.
âiâve helped you deal with the matter.â
xiang chunhui was stunned.
â it doesnât mean that this project will definitely be yours. iâm just trying to give you a fair chance to compete. as long as you have the ability and the proposal is better than his, thereâs naturally no problem. you still have to rely on yourself. â
âthank you,â he said. he lowered his head, not knowing what to say.
âwill you go home for the new year after this project is completed?â
âyes, she waited for me for so many years. iâm sorry. actually, iâll go back this year whether this project is successful or not. i just want to try harder.â
song fengwan nodded. â remember to invite me to your wedding. â
âi will, thank you.â
âyou should treat her well.â
the two of them chatted for a while more before they left.
hu xinyue wasnât in the mood to go to the class reunion, but fu qinyuan was still there, so song fengwan had to go back.
âiâll take care of him. you can go back first.â hu xinyue said.
âiâll send you.â xiang chunhui said bluntly.
âno need,â
âitâs okay, iâll send you ...â
hu xinyue wasnât a fool. she could sense something, but she didnât say anything.
they came in the ambulance, so song fengwan could only hail a cab at the entrance. it was around two or three in the afternoon, and the sun was blazing. there were only a few cars waiting outside the hospital entrance to pick up the guests.
even so, song fengwan still wore a mask.
it was too hot outside, like a huge steamer. in an instant, she came out from a place with sufficient cold air. her vision blurred, and she felt a brief dizziness.
âare you alright?â xiang chunhui saw her body sway and quickly raised his hand to support her elbow.
âiâm fine. maybe itâs too hot.â
xiang chunhui called for a taxi for her and thanked her continuously after they got in.
after song feng got into the car at night, perhaps because the car had been sealed up and the sun was scorching, there was a strong smell of rubber in the car. it was very uncomfortable to smell. after a few minutes of driving, she felt nauseated several times.
it was only after they entered the hotel that they felt a little more comfortable.
**
fu chen had also arrived a few minutes ago and was waiting for her in the hall with fu qinyuan.
âis hu xinyue alright?â fu chen asked. song fengwanâs connections were limited, so fu chen was the one who investigated this matter.
âiâm fine.â
âyou donât look too good.â
â itâs almost 40 degrees outside today. youâll get a heatstroke if you go out. do you think you look good? â song fengwan had already recovered by now.
âif youâre not feeling well, come back with me.â
â itâs rare to see yating. iâll stay a little longer before leaving. â
âmom, the one who got hit in the head was that uncle xu?â fu qinyuan asked.
â yeah, i drank too much and accidentally knocked my head. so, you must not drink in the future. â song fengwan naturally wouldnât tell him the details.
fu qinyuan pursed his lips, thinking,âshe actually hit herself against the wall?â
he looked quite smart, but why was his brain not enough?
no wonder he lost to his father back then.
at this time, xu jingcheng had already finished treating his wound and sobered up. he had originally thought that he was unlucky enough. if he knew that he was being ridiculed by a little brat, he would probably vomit blood again.
**
after the class reunion, hu xinyue went to visit the capital of yunjin city the next day and brought fu qinyuan a lot of specialties from the northwest. she didnât say anything, but thanked her before she left.
âafter you leave, i guess we wonât be able to meet again until you get married.â song fengwan laughed.
âis auntie yueyue going to be a bride?â fu qinyuan liked to attend the wedding. after all, there was a lot of good food and the bride would be watching. children would probably like to join in the fun.
hu xinyue knew that song fengwan wanted to let this matter pass. she was stubborn and pretentious. she smiled and touched fu qinyuanâs hair. â thatâs right. do you want to be my flower boy? â
âi donât want to!â
âwhy?â
â he was a flower boy before. he carried a basket and scattered flowers. he said it was too stupid. â song fengwan tried to hold in her laughter. she could still remember fu qinyuanâs hopeless look at that time.
âdo you have a photo?â
âiâll send it to you later.â
fu qinyuan looked up at the sky, wondering how much of his dark history his mother had hidden.
when she returned to her room, perhaps because she had entered the air-conditioned room, song fengwan sneezed a few times.
fu qinyuan tilted his head and looked at her. â mom, are you sick? â
âno, i didnât,â
song fengwan rubbed her nose and looked at the things that hu xinyue had sent over.
fu qinyuan ran away. after a while, he pulled a blanket out of his room and wrapped it around song fengwan.
âw-what are you doing?â
â you canât catch a cold. grandpa said that youâre suffering from air-conditioning. â
â......â
âyou young people are too cold and donât take care of your health!â fu qinyuan mimicked the old man and âreprimandedâ song fengwan, making her chuckle.
but ...
this blanket was the one he usually used to cover his stomach, so it was too small.
he helped song fengwan wrap it around her neck, but it could only cover half of her body. it looked rather comical.
âyou have to protect your body. if you have a cold, you have to wear more clothes.â
âstay here and donât move. iâll get you some hot water.â her tone was quite strong, which was very much like fu chenâs at this moment.
after saying that, he ran off to get some water.
when fu chen returned home, he saw his little wife sitting on the sofa, wrapped up like a cocoon, giggling.
why did this girl become so silly after meeting her friends?
â if you feel cold, just adjust the temperature of the air conditioner. why are you wrapped in so many blankets ... â fu chen was about to pull her blanket away when song fengwan said anxiously, â donât touch it. â
fu chen was startled. â let me ask you something. â
âwhat?â
â it was really xu jingcheng who knocked his head yesterday. â and not you?
song fengwan was happy on her own and ignored him.
he felt that his son was exceptionally considerate.
fu chen knew about this, so he pursed his lips and didnât say anything. however, that night, song fengwan packed her things and said she wanted to sleep with her son ...
a certain someone was lying on the bed alone, feeling a little lonely and cold.