Of course, Sang Qiao knew it was morning, but he didn't expect that Fu Xingzhou, a patient who had just undergone appendectomy, would be up so early. He subconsciously touched his nose and said, "Uh... good morning."
In Fu Xingzhou's hospital room, apart from Raven, there were also various department directors from the company.
According to the original schedule, Fu Xingzhou was supposed to go on a business trip today, but due to unexpected circumstances, he had to hand over the task of the business trip to the several directors.
Before the directors came in this morning, they had all heard about what happened with Li Yu last night. So when they entered the ward, they were all on edge, afraid that if they didn't perform well, their year-end bonuses would fly away.
However, when they entered, they found that their boss, Fu Xingzhou, was already out of bed.
He was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching the sparrows on the branches, and seemed to be talking to someone with a contented expression.
The directors of various departments: "..."
Fu Xingzhou always had extraordinary patience and gentleness towards Sang Qiao, and he wouldn't expose Sang Qiao's awkwardness at this moment: "Good morning."
Sang Qiao had a great ability to chat with the elderly, and also possessed the necessary qualities for the entertainment industry, such as poker face and fake smile. But these abilities and qualities were unfortunately not conducive to coming up with something suitable to chat about with Fu Xingzhou at the moment.
To be precise, this was the first time Sang Qiao had called Fu Xingzhou.
Just when Sang Qiao was racking his brain on how to brew a few words and then move on to the topic of gratitude, Fu Xingzhou spoke first, "Have you had breakfast?"
Finally, Sang Qiao shook off the overwhelming embarrassment and hastily replied to Fu Xingzhou's question: "I've had it!"
Fu Xingzhou casually glanced at the standing directors by the door, then withdrew his gaze: "What did you eat?"
Sang Qiao was a very honest kid: "Jianbing guozi, Xu Qiran bought it for me! It had two sausages and an egg, it was so delicious!"
Fu Xingzhou had always disapproved of Sang Qiao eating ham sausage, thinking it had heavy preservatives.
He furrowed his brow slightly, "Just that?"
Sang Qiao nodded, "It's enough, I finished the whole thing, it was steaming hot. Have you eaten? Did the doctor say if you can eat now?"
Fu Xingzhou shook his head, "I can only eat at noon."
Sang Qiao obediently responded with a sympathetic tone, "Alright, then make sure to drink plenty of hot water."
Fu Xingzhou: "..."
Probably he had never heard anyone tell him to drink lots of hot water in his entire life.
Fu Xingzhou stayed unusually silent for a few seconds, then found it amusing and even raised the corners of his mouth lightly. "Yesterday I asked Shao Ming, are you going to the theater for rehearsal the day after tomorrow?"
Sang Qiao was already having trouble keeping up in Class A, and he hadn't been training properly these past two days.
Now, brought up by Fu Xingzhou, he suddenly looked troubled. "Yes, just one day of rehearsal, and then we have to perform the next day."
Fu Xingzhou asked, "Nervous?"
Sang Qiao's inner calmness was very apparent. "Not at all, I'm ready to face my destiny."
Fu Xingzhou: "..."
Fu Xingzhou quickly thought of several ways to comfort Sang Qiao in his mind, then started screening them one by one. "It’s okay, if you don't perform well, I can arrange other programs for you, filming TV shows or movies, whatever you want."
Sang Qiao: "..."
Sigh.
Although he knew that the other party was the overbearing boss standing at the top of the mountain peak, the sugar-coated shell that he offered was still very tempting.
Sang Qiao pinched himself seriously.
Just as he was about to speak, Fu Xingzhou said, "What's wrong, don't like making movies?"
Sang Qiao pinched his nose hard, "No."
He opened the door of Xu Qiran's Volkswagen and quickly got into the car, shrinking to the back seat, "Fu Xingzhou, Li Yu came to see me last night. Thank you for helping me."
Fu Xingzhou frowned and replied coldly, "Last night, in the middle of the night? He's good at choosing the right moment."
The windows of Xu Qiran's Volkswagen were brown frosted.
Sang Qiao, sitting in the car, could see Xu Qiran smoking outside through the car window, the passing vehicles and the world outside.
He racked his brains but couldn't think of a way to repay Fu Xingzhou's kindness. "Fu Xingzhou, thank you, but you don't need to be so good to me."
Sang Qiao had various ways of speaking, funny, pretending to be stupid.
But he rarely used this tone with a hint of sigh.
The easygoing expression disappeared quickly from Fu Xingzhou's face, and even his complexion darkened a bit. "What do you mean?"
Sang Qiao lowered his head and calmly twisted his fingers, "After we get married, I always rely on you, living in your house, eating your food, and receiving pocket money from you. After waiting for so long... it seems like you don't need my help."
"I can’t keep owing you, Fu Xingzhou."
Sang Qiao carefully reasoned with himself, feeling confident that he had finally figured it out for himself, "So you shouldn't help me in the future. I have a strong will to live, I can't always rely on you, I can make it on my own."
Just like before.
In the days without Fu Xingzhou, he could eat five cents worth of instant noodles alone, couldn't bring himself to eat vegetables for a week, and could go months without eating meat, cheerfully being a cannon fodder in some obscure programs that no one watched.
Sang Qiao was afraid that Fu Xingzhou would think he was just joking, so he emphasized, "I'm telling you very seriously, not just pretending."
There was no immediate response from Fu Xingzhou.
The distance between the two was bridged by the communication.
Naturally, Sang Qiao couldn't see how dark Fu Xingzhou's expression had become on the other end.
The low pressure in the room made several directors who had been forced to stand in the ward and listen to their boss's display of affection leave in fright, and Raven, who hadn't slept all night, also sneaked out.
Raven truly admired Sang Qiao from the bottom of his heart.
It seemed as if the heavens sent Sang Qiao as a tribulation for Fu Xingzhou, who was living too comfortably.
However, on the other end of the phone, Sang Qiao thought there was a problem with his phone that he had used for more than three years.
After a couple of "Hello's", he urged, "Fu Xingzhou, are you there?"
Fu Xingzhou finally spoke, "Yes, I'm here."
Fu Xingzhou said, "Sang Qiao, are you trying to draw a clear boundary with me?"
Fu Xingzhou continued, "What's next, are you planning to move out and then break up with me?"
Sang Qiao: "??"
They hadn't even held hands?
Fu Xingzhou took a deep breath and his voice became hoarse, "Sang Qiao, I advise you not to even think about it. I will not get a divorce, I will never divorce you in my life."
Sang Qiao: "??"
No.
Brother.
You don't need to be so stubborn...
Sang Qiao always felt that Fu Xingzhou may have misunderstood his intentions, or perhaps it was his own emotional cognition that caused him to misunderstand Fu Xingzhou's intentions...
Anyway, it feels like something is not quite right.
However, before Sang Qiao could speak, Fu Xingzhou's cold voice came through, "Sang Qiao, I hope you listen carefully. I am completely willing to marry you, and we have a legally recognized marital relationship with no prenuptial agreement. Therefore, all my movable and immovable properties, equity, and funds are shared with you."
He paused, "I have never thought there would be any problem in protecting my other half, and I will not allow anyone to defame or accuse you in the slightest."
Sang Qiao: "..."
Sang Qiao, who was weak, helpless, pitiful, and had never even been in love, was directly frightened.
"As for the debt, Sang Qiao, if you insist on feeling indebted to me," Fu Xingzhou's low voice drifted through the phone, "as the other half of the marital relationship, the only compensation I welcome and am willing to accept is your compensation to me in bed."
Sang Qiao: "..."
The phone was not hung up, but the other person did not make a sound for a while.
Fu Xingzhou could almost imagine Sang Qiao's lovely face condensed into a helpless look, just by closing his eyes slightly.
He slowed down his voice slightly, "I know you're leaving for North City to prepare for the performance tomorrow. Sang Qiao, I'm not in a hurry, everything can wait for you to come back."
After thinking for a few seconds, Fu Xingzhou added the last sentence, "But stay away from other men. You are already married, and your husband is waiting for you at home, understand?"