Feng Moyan followed the words and asked: "Then what did she say to you? Did she tell you to be happy, not to be sad, and not to wallow in grief?"
Yang Qianyu shook her head, and after she calmed down for a while, she got out of the bed and leaned against the bed: "She said... she couldn't bear to leave me."
These few words made Feng Moyan feel pain in his heart again.
Hearing that her voice was hoarse and her eyes were red and swollen, she must have fallen asleep after crying. He felt extremely distressed. He turned around and brought the water on the bedside table: "Your throat is hoarse. Drink some water. This is what Xiaoyu gave you."
Damn it, the kids are worried about you."
She was indeed thirsty and her mouth was so sticky that she could hardly open it. She took the water glass and drank it in one go.
Seeing that she was so thirsty, Feng Moyan waited for her arms to fall and asked softly: "Do you still want to drink? If you want, I'll pour some more."
She shook her head, "No need."
After drinking the water, the depressed emotions in her chest seemed to be washed away by the water, and she cheered up again.
Hearing that the house was quiet, she was slightly curious: "What are Xixi and the others doing?"
"Had lunch and went to bed."
No wonder, the house is rarely quiet and I don't hear the noisy little ones.
"Is it already afternoon?"
"Well, it was past two o'clock in the afternoon, and I saw that you hadn't come out. I was going to come in to ask you to eat. I saw that you were having a nightmare, and I couldn't wake you up after calling you a few times, so I had to..."
His eyes fell on the woman's lips that had just been moistened by the water, and his words paused.
Yang Qianyu thought of the kiss that woke her up, and her emotions were transferred a little bit more.
The two looked at each other and were silent for two seconds. The atmosphere was ambiguous and quiet. Finally, Feng Moyan took the initiative to break the silence: "You are hungry, get up and have something to eat."
"Um."
Feng Moyan's wheelchair moved back to make it easier for her to get up and get out of bed.
After Yang Qianyu cried, she fell asleep again, and now she felt much better.
Thinking about the doctor's instructions when Feng Moyan was discharged from the hospital, she looked up at him while putting on her shoes, frowned and asked, "Why don't you go and lie down? Have you forgotten what the doctor said?"
"I'm fine."
"It's okay. Lie down quickly. It's not easy to get back to how you are now. Take good care of yourself. You will start rehabilitation again in a while." Yang Qianyu's face darkened, and she pushed the wheelchair over without any explanation and pulled it to the bedside.
Come.
Feng Moyan grabbed her hand, his eyes full of tenderness, "I want to stay with you, lying in bed is too boring."
Knowing that he was worried about her, Yang Qianyu said sternly: "I'm fine, you don't have to worry. You have a good rest and recuperation, and don't let me worry."
"Is everything okay?"
"Yeah." Afraid that he wouldn't believe it, she paused for a second and spoke her mind again, "Actually, from the bottom of my heart, I have been hoping that I am not Yang Guohua's biological daughter. Such a father. Whenever I think about it, I feel hatred in my heart. I have been looking forward to it for so long.
My wish finally came true, I should feel happy and relieved."
"It's just... I originally thought that facing such a truth would shatter my mother's image. But Yang Zijun said that my mother was forced - so, it's not her fault, right?"
Feng Moyan said quickly: "Of course not. She is a victim. Whether she fell in love with Zhuo Yueluan, accidentally got you, or was forced to marry Yang Guohua and died in depression, she is a victim."
"Well," Yang Qianyu nodded, feeling relieved, "So, my mother is right, and my background is nothing to be ashamed of. After understanding this, the pain in my heart is not that strong. I just feel sorry for her,
Such a short life is still full of scars and humiliation..."
Feng Moyan held her hand and comforted her silently.
After just a moment, Yang Qianyu cheered up and said, "Okay, you lie down, I'll go out to eat something."
"Okay then, come to me if you need anything, don't do it alone."
"Um……"
After taking care of Feng Moyan to lie down, Yang Qianyu returned to the living room alone.
Aunt Rong was resting in the nanny's room. When she heard the noise outside, she immediately came out: "Madam, you are hungry. My husband asked me to leave special food for you. I will go and heat it up."
"I'll just do it myself. You can rest for a while. It's been hard taking care of three children these days." Yang Qianyu smiled slightly.
Aunt Rong saw that her eyes were red and swollen. Although she didn't know what happened, she must be in a bad mood. She probably wanted to stay alone, so she responded sensibly and went back to the room.
Yang Qianyu heated up lunch and sat quietly in the restaurant eating it.
My cell phone has been turned off since yesterday. Fortunately, I don’t have to go to work. Otherwise, how could I have been disconnected from the outside world for so long?
I took another spare phone and logged into WeChat. When I opened it, I saw a lot of unread messages and many applications to add friends.
No need to look, they must be some unscrupulous media or netizens.
She ignored it and looked down at the unread messages one by one.
Fisher, Xiaoxiao and their former colleagues who had a good relationship were all concerned about how she was doing.
She replied briefly.
As soon as I sent it, Fisher's phone calls started coming one after another.
Her voice was still mute, and the living room was quiet, and she was worried that the echo would disturb the children taking a nap in the room, so she had to hang up.
He explained on WeChat: I am eating and will get back to you later.
Fisher replied with an "ok" emoji.
Continuing to scroll down, I saw Zhuo Yilin's news, and...Zhuo Yueluan's.
Her eyes were fixed and she forgot to put the food into her mouth. She hesitated for a while before clicking on the dialog box.
The first one was sent at around eight o'clock last night: Xiaoqing, after you see the message, please give me a call back.
The second one is in the early morning: Xiaoqing, the matter is still being processed, don’t worry, protect yourself.
The third item is this morning: Xiaoqing, I will arrive in Jiangcheng around four o'clock in the afternoon and contact you then.
After reading this, Yang Qianyu was shocked and quickly looked at the time in the upper corner of her phone.
It's half past two.
In other words, he is on the plane now.
Her finally calm mood suddenly became chaotic and panicked. The indescribable feeling swept over her. She wanted to escape, and even felt vaguely rejected, which made her head suddenly feel dizzy.
what to do?
If he makes an appointment, will he go?
After panicking for a moment, she immediately calmed down and took her cell phone to the bedroom to look for Feng Moyan.
Feng Moyan closed his eyes and fell asleep, but he was thinking about something in his mind. When he heard the door open, he opened his eyes and saw her with an uneasy look on her face. He immediately sat up and said, "What's wrong?"
"Look at this." Yang Qianyu sat down by the bed and handed the phone to him.
Feng Moyan glanced at it and his expression changed slightly.
"Will he know about my relationship with him?" Qianyu asked.
Feng Moyan thought for a while and shook his head: "Probably not. Yang Guohua and Yang Zijun know about this now. They should have no way to contact Zhuo Yueluan."
"Then if he contacts me after arriving in Jiangcheng, will I go?"
"Your mobile phone is not turned on. He should still call me and I will reply to him." Zhuo Yueluan called him yesterday when he contacted her. Presumably, if he contacted him today, he would still call him.
Yang Qianyu hasn't figured out how to face her biological father yet, and is afraid that contacting him will reveal her emotions. With Feng Moyan blocking her, she feels a little relieved.