When Sang Qiao opened his eyes, he found that it was already dark outside the window. At first, he almost thought he had been thrown out of an airport restroom and left on the street.
However, when he turned his head, he saw Fu Xingzhou sitting at a makeshift desk next to the bed, typing something on the computer.
Sang Qiao: "..."
He would rather have been left on the street.
Sang Qiao, feeling dejected, struggled a bit in bed, successfully attracting the attention of the president.
Fu Xingzhou walked over to Sang Qiao and reached out his hand. Sang Qiao thought Fu Xingzhou was going to hit him, so he shrunk back and hid under the covers. But Fu Xingzhou's hand landed on Sang Qiao's forehead.
The fever that had receded in the afternoon had risen again at night, even though Sang Qiao had recently been given a shot to lower it. His forehead was still burning, but Fu Xingzhou's hand was cool.
To be honest, it felt quite comfortable to be touched by it.
Sang Qiao subconsciously leaned into Fu Xingzhou's palm, then, realizing what he had done, he turned his head away quietly.
However, Fu Xingzhou seemed oblivious to it. He sat down beside Sang Qiao's bed and asked, "Thirsty?"
Sang Qiao nodded obediently.
Fu Xingzhou turned his head slightly to look at Sang Qiao and asked, "Uncomfortable?"
Sang Qiao replied earnestly, "Mm-hmm."
Fu Xingzhou's thin lips seemed to curve slightly as he said, "But from what I saw, you seemed quite happy chasing Yi Chu at the airport."
Sang Qiao: "..."
Sang Qiao felt a little frustrated, not expecting Fu Xingzhou to be kind enough to get him water. He moved to the other side of the bed, preparing to get down on his own.
After just a little movement, Fu Xingzhou pressed Sang Qiao back onto the bed.
"Lie down."
Fu Xingzhou's expression didn't show whether he was angry or not, casually tucking the quilt for Sang Qiao.
Then he went to the next room, poured a glass of warm water, and handed it to Sang Qiao: "Your health is not good. The doctor's advice is that you must abstain from spicy, greasy, barbecued, and pickled foods in the future."
Sang Qiao: "???"
Sang Qiao: "Pff—cough, cough, cough!!"
Before Sang Qiao could swallow the water, he choked on it, coughing violently for a while.
Fu Xingzhou had to take Sang Qiao's water glass, pulled him over, and patted his back for a while.
Seeing Sang Qiao's complexion gradually returning to normal, he let him lie back down.
Sang Qiao looked puzzled, "Mr. Fu, it's been so many years since reform and opening up. Are there still doctors who are against human desires and nature?"
Fu Xingzhou coldly said, "Starting today, I will arrange a special nutritionist and a team of Chinese and Western chefs for you. They will be fully responsible for your main meals and snacks in the future."
Sang Qiao: "???"
Fu Xingzhou returned the glass to Sang Qiao's hand.
As their skin touched, Fu Xingzhou's fingers slid across Sang Qiao's fingertips without a sound: "I'll be on a business trip early tomorrow morning. The housekeeper will help you move all your belongings to our future house."
Sang Qiao: "???"
Sang Qiao was taken aback for two seconds before finally reacting, "Wait, why do I have to move?"
Fu Xingzhou lowered his head and said in a deep voice, "We are legally married. Where do you want to live if not with me?"
Sang Qiao: "…"
Sang Qiao felt something was wrong, and said with a raised face, "My family did want me to marry you, but they didn't say that I have to live with you."
Fu Xingzhou turned to the side without expression, looking at Sang Qiao.
Sang Qiao's head was buzzing, and he suddenly blurted out, "Damn, does your family insist that we live together?"
Fu Xingzhou seemed to pause for a moment, then furrowed his brow, "Don't use foul language."
Sang Qiao: "…"
He said nothing more.
Sang Qiao obediently drew a tape over his mouth, sitting quietly on the bed, blinking his bright and beautiful eyes at Fu Xingzhou.
However, Fu Xingzhou was very serious, watching Sang Qiao finish the water, then took the glass and returned to work on the sofa.
With nothing to do and no one to talk to, Sang Qiao sat bored, staring at the infusion tube for a while, then wriggling on the bed like a restless caterpillar.
Fu Xingzhou glanced over, "Sang Qiao, you should sleep now."
Sang Qiao peeked out from under the covers, rubbed his legs together, and said to Fu Xingzhou, "I know, but Mr. Fu, I need to pee."
Fu Xingzhou: "..."
He rubbed his brow, completely putting down the uncompleted merger case he had been holding onto for the past two days.
Perhaps because he had been in the hospital for too long, although Fu Xingzhou's suit was no longer the one from the airport, it still showed a few creases.
Fu Xingzhou moved the IV stand away from Sang Qiao and reached out his hand: "Come down."
Sang Qiao was surprised at the preferential treatment but carefully placed his hand in Fu Xingzhou's hand and looked up, asking, "You're really going to help me?"
Fu Xingzhou said, "Slippers."
Sang Qiao: "..."
He put on his slippers.
Although Sang Qiao had been hospitalized for colds often, this was the first time he had stayed in such a large and luxurious hospital room.
In addition to the hospital bed, this suite was also equipped with a sofa and dining area.
On the way to the bathroom, Sang Qiao peeked and was surprised to see a small home theater.
The life of the wealthy is truly unrestrained.
After admiring it for a while, Sang Qiao remembered to reclaim his IV bottle at the bathroom door and asked Fu Xingzhou, "Mr. Fu, do you find me particularly troublesome?"
Fu Xingzhou remained expressionless.
Seizing the moment, Sang Qiao continued, "I'll tell you, Mr. Fu, I grew up in a small alley, hardly went to school, and learned to fight. I speak impolitely and am very vulgar, not refined at all!"
Fu Xingzhou gave Sang Qiao a cold look, "What are you trying to say?"
Sang Qiao went close to Fu Xingzhou with a smile, "I mean… I'm really not suitable to live with you. If I move in with you, wouldn't you be annoyed?"
For a few seconds, Fu Xingzhou's gaze rested on Sang Qiao's beautiful face, then he suddenly raised the corners of his mouth, as if he had smiled.
Sang Qiao was taken aback.
This was the first time he had seen Fu Xingzhou smile since they met.
However, before Sang Qiao could recover his senses, he heard Fu Xingzhou, who was standing opposite, say, "Don't worry."
Sang Qiao: "......"
Fu Xingzhou said as if it were true, "I'm not afraid of noise."
Sang Qiao: "......"
Fu Xingzhou's expression had regained its calm and cold demeanor. After pausing for a few seconds, he added, "Besides, my mother wants us to live together."
Sang Qiao: "......"
Sang Qiao understood.
Among all the rumors he had heard before, only the discord between Fu Xingzhou and Chairman Fu was circulating, but almost nothing was mentioned about Fu Xingzhou's mother.
Since it was about someone's mother.
Well...forget it.
For eight million, Sang Qiao could only force himself to come to terms with it.
In any case, it's not like he has a choice in where to live.
Sang Qiao whistled as he finished watering the plants, then clumsily held up the IV bottle and walked out, handing the drip to Fu Xingzhou, who was waiting at the door.
He obediently got into bed.
Sang Qiao then tugged at Fu Xingzhou's sleeve, expressing loyalty, "Mr. Fu, I have very little luggage and won't take up much space in your house!"
Fu Xingzhou: "......"
Fu Xingzhou fell silent for a moment, then grunted.
Sang Qiao continued, "And I'll be entering a variety show soon, so I won't really be a bother to you."
This time Fu Xingzhou reacted, "Variety show?"
Sang Qiao nodded, "Yes."
Fu Xingzhou dimmed the bedside lamp, "When will you be joining?"
Sang Qiao roughly calculated the date and said uncertainly, "Probably this Thursday, I think that's the day."
Fu Xingzhou disagreed, "Your cold won't be better by this Thursday."
Sang Qiao casually turned over in bed, narrowed his eyes, and yawned softly, "It's okay, I probably won't last long in this kind of show anyway. I have no talent or skills, and I've been in the industry for two years."
Fu Xingzhou: "......"
Fu Xingzhou then checked Sang Qiao's temperature and felt that it was not as high as before, so he went outside to call Raven.
When Fu Xingzhou returned to the ward, Sang Qiao was already drifting off to sleep.
Fu Xingzhou tucked Sang Qiao's hand back under the covers, "Sang Qiao?"
Sang Qiao, dazed, said, "Hmm."
Fu Xingzhou sat down by Sang Qiao's bedside and asked softly, "Qiao Qiao, do you want to be popular?"
Sang Qiao probably thought he was dreaming of a windfall, licked his lips, and hoarsely said, "Yes, I want to be popular, and make a lot of money."
Fu Xingzhou frowned.
Fu Xingzhou's business trip was scheduled to depart at dawn.
By the time Sang Qiao woke up, the person next to him was not Fu Xingzhou, but the butler mentioned by Fu Xingzhou, Uncle Yuan.
Uncle Yuan looked to be around fifty years old and came with a professional moving team and tools.
He was very efficient.
Within three hours, all of Sang Qiao's belongings, including Sang Qiao himself, were packed and transported back to Fu Xingzhou's house.
Located near the fourth ring road, this clearly private community was surrounded by high walls, and a row of tall and lush parasol trees enclosed the space tightly.
Wearing reading glasses, Uncle Yuan registered Sang Qiao's iris and fingerprints into the villa's built-in security system.
Then, he personally drove for five minutes, bypassed the lush garden in the front yard, and welcomed Sang Qiao into the new home.
This standalone three-story villa, excluding the front and back yards, was still quite spacious. The infinity pool on the property was divided into shallow and deep sections, with clear and clean water.
The top-floor observation deck extended outward and was adorned with several beautiful flowers.
"Young Master Sang, this villa has belonged to you and Mr. Fu since your marriage. You have complete ownership of the house for renovation and decoration."
Uncle Yuan stood at the door and signaled for Sang Qiao to go inside, "Mr. Fu specifically instructed that the recording studio and piano room you need were all completed last night. Would you like to inspect them now?"
Sang Qiao: "......"
Sang Qiao looked up at the hall's ceiling, which was over ten meters high, "No, I just want to be alone for now..."
Uncle Yuan immediately said, "Young Master Sang wants to be alone? Can you please tell me the location of 'Alone'? I will send the driver to pick him up and meet with Young Master Sang immediately."
Sang Qiao: "......"
The author has something to say: Qiao Qiao: Ah ah ah! I say ** and you say you! **!
Fu Xingzhou: Alright, then f*ck you_
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