Sang Qiao was directly frightened by Fu Xingzhou's words and didn't react for a long time.
It wasn't until he stared at Fu Xingzhou for a long time, and then his mind turned, and he finally understood what kind of "pain" Fu Xingzhou was referring to.
Sang Qiao: "..."
Sang Qiao looked at Fu Xingzhou in front of her, and she was plunged into great self-doubt.
Thinking about it, he even began to worry whether his own mental illness had become contagious—
But that wasn't right.
Mental illness wasn't contagious.
Sang Qiao withdrew his gaze timidly, slowly arched back under the blanket, then turned over, and sulked toward Fu Xingzhou, "I'm not going to talk to you."
Because Sang Qiao's movements were too rigid, when he turned around, he also pulled down a large part of the blanket next to him.
This directly resulted in his body being turned over, with half of it exposed.
This included his buttocks in pajamas and a section of his exposed waistline.
Fu Xingzhou's gaze lingered on that patch of skin for a long time, gently pulled the blanket back, and covered Sang Qiao, saying, "Your head is sticking out, behave."
Sang Qiao stubbornly stayed under the blanket for a moment, then slowly stuck out half his head.
Blinking his eyes, very unreasonably said, "You're not allowed to talk either."
Fu Xingzhou brushed away the strands of hair in front of Sang Qiao's forehead, "Why can't I talk?"
Sang Qiao looked at Fu Xingzhou with particular vigilance, hesitated for a moment, and said softly, "Anyway... don't talk, you're acting strange tonight."
Before Fu Xingzhou could say anything else, the door of the ward was knocked from the outside.
Raven's voice came in from the video phone, "Boss, there's a new document from the company that needs your review. Are you free now?"
Sang Qiao was lying flat on the bed, talking on the phone: "Fang Bian, he's coming out right away!"
Raven: "..."
Fu Xingzhou: "..."
Even though she hadn't heard the boss’s voice yet.
However, standing outside the door, Raven had already deduced from the landlady's state that the boss was not very convenient and may have come to a fatal conclusion.
Sure enough.
The next second.
Fu Xingzhou's cool voice followed Sang Qiao: "Wait."
Raven: "..."
Raven, standing at the door of the ward, shrank her neck and struggled desperately with a strong will to live, "Boss, if you're not convenient..."
Raven hadn't finished speaking.
The phone had been hung up from inside the room.
Fu Xingzhou pulled the blanket, which served as a protective umbrella, down from Sang Qiao's head and looked at him with a smile, "Qiao Qiao, are you this bold now?"
Sang Qiao still had an IV in one hand and dared not grab the blanket from Fu Xingzhou's hand, so he could only timidly push Fu Xingzhou with his foot: "No... Wen is waiting for you, Assistant."
Fu Xingzhou neatly rearranged Sang Qiao's blanket for him and grabbed Sang Qiao's mischievous ankle, "Is that so, trying to rush me?"
Sang Qiao: "..."
Sang Qiao's ankle had almost no flesh, thin and slender, and appeared pale due to the lack of sunlight over the years.
At this point, Fu Xingzhou easily grabbed Sang Qiao's ankle and gave it a playful rub for a while, showing no signs of releasing it.
It seemed to have piqued another person's interest.
With his thumb rubbing over the bones of Sang Qiao's foot for a moment, Fu Xingzhou suddenly asked, "How did you get injured here as well?"
Sang Qiao was puzzled for a moment and followed Fu Xingzhou's gaze.
There was indeed a healed scar on the grabbed left ankle joint, which had turned a light brown due to the passage of time, leaving an indelible mark due to the length of the wound.
Sang Qiao was extremely uncomfortable all over, and his heart was eager for Fu Xingzhou to let him go.
So, he thought for a while, and said uncertainly, "Probably from when I was in the second or third grade? I remember I still had classes to attend back then!"
The warm light inside the room.
Sang Qiao's expression was warm as well.
His innocent and pure gaze at the wound seemed to show no resentment or sadness for the perhaps permanent scar.
Only Fu Xingzhou fell silent, his face as cold as frost.
His fingers carefully traced the scar from beginning to end, which felt distinctly uneven compared to the other smooth skin.
Fu Xingzhou gently closed his eyes and asked, "And then?"
Restless, Sang Qiao flipped over like a fidgety fish and wiggled his foot: "And then what?"
Fu Xingzhou said, "You fell from the table, and then what?"
Sang Qiao's memory of this was clearly much clearer, and his face turned bitter: "Oh! Don't mention it, I was beaten up by my mom! Seems she struck me with the table leg of the glass coffee table, and there were glass shards on it! It was terrifying!"
Fu Xingzhou's lips tightened into a very taut line: "After being beaten like this, how did you go to school?"
Sang Qiao earnestly shook his head, "That definitely couldn't be said to be my mom's doing, I just told the teacher that I had a fight outside! I just fooled them, hehehe."
Fu Xingzhou: "..."
If it were any employee familiar with Fu Xingzhou's expression here, they would undoubtedly easily see the intense air of hostility on his face.
However, Sang Qiao did not understand, as in his eyes, Fu Xingzhou was always noble, cold, and beautiful.
Sang Qiao sneakily pulled his left foot back from Fu Xingzhou's palm and tucked it into the blanket, smugly yawning with a small grin, "Fu Xingzhou, go on, Wen Assistant is still waiting for you."
Fu Xingzhou did not speak to Sang Qiao.
It was as if he had thought of something, then his gaze fell on Sang Qiao, and he abruptly asked, "Qiao Qiao, where is your mother?"
Sang Qiao immediately stiffened.
This sentence was like a sharp thorn that instantly pierced through Sang Qiao's outward protective shell and cut into his flesh.
Fu Xingzhou clearly saw the smile on Sang Qiao's face slowly collapse, then disappear, and a complex emotion slowly emerged.
And the next second.
The hand with the IV drip tightened.
The needle instantly formed a painful shape under the skin.
The blood vessels misaligned, and the liquid inside the needle completely entered the skin tissue.
In just a few seconds, a swollen lump appeared on the back of the hand.
But Sang Qiao seemed to completely ignore his abnormality.
Instead, the pain seemed to make him sober.
Sang Qiao came to his senses from his dazed state, looked at Fu Xingzhou in a daze, and then nodded affirmatively.
Slowly, he forced a smile and said, "Oh... she has passed away."
Sang Qiao's expression, response, and behavior appeared normal.
Like a completely healthy adult who could take responsibility for all of his actions.
He even knew to quickly hide the hand with the swollen lump under the blanket, allowing the pain to spread in his brain cortex.
It wasn't until several minutes later that Fu Xingzhou discovered it.
It was the first time Sang Qiao had seen Fu Xingzhou’s stern face.
He didn't get angry, but it was even more frightening than getting angry.
Medical staff quickly rushed into the ward and dealt with the unfortunate condition on Sang Qiao's hand very swiftly.
Sang Qiao felt that Fu Xingzhou's expression seemed like he wanted to devour him, which made the medical staff reassure him repeatedly that this time the lump would definitely not leave any after-effects.
Afterward, the IV needle was changed to the other hand.
The medical staff left nervously.
Only Fu Xingzhou and Sang Qiao remained in the ward.
Realizing that he seemed to have made Fu Xingzhou angry just now, Sang Qiao, who was cuddled up in the corner of the bed, looked very quiet.
His eyes turned around obediently and he said, "Fu Xingzhou, I want to take medicine."
Fu Xingzhou still didn't look good, but his tone was very gentle.
He sat down next to Sang Qiao and asked, "What medicine?"
Sang Qiao gestured with one hand, "The medicine in the bottle in my pocket."
Fu Xingzhou lowered his gaze to look at Sang Qiao.
When he was brought to the hospital, there was indeed a medicine bottle in the pocket inside Sang Qiao's clothes.
The bottle was filled with imported medicine.
The medical staff had just turned on the humidifier in the room before leaving.
A wisp of mist spread out on the other side of the bed, making the sight a bit indistinct.
Fu Xingzhou touched Sang Qiao's hair and said softly, "Why do you want to take medicine?"
Sang Qiao sighed with some concern, looked up, and obediently said, "After I take the medicine, I won't make you angry."
The sound of oxygen in the water had become much quieter.
The humidifier's working sound was also almost inaudible.
Sang Qiao's beautiful and glamorous face was full of docility and thoughtfulness.
But Fu Xingzhou clearly heard the sharp sound of a dagger cutting into flesh and blood.
Fu Xingzhou beckoned to Sang Qiao.
Sang Qiao thought Fu Xingzhou wanted to show him something fun, so he obediently widened his eyes and moved forward.
Before he could see clearly, Fu Xingzhou hugged him.
A long and powerful hand gently but persistently lifted his chin.
Then Fu Xingzhou lowered his head and kissed Sang Qiao.
It was a comforting and possessive kiss.
Fu Xingzhou's other hand was placed on Sang Qiao's neck, firmly holding the distance between the two at an incredibly intimate range that was not to be resisted.
It wasn't until Sang Qiao could no longer bear it and coughed softly, reaching out to push the person opposite him in a flustered manner.
Fu Xingzhou then relaxed his grip somewhat, but still did not release Sang Qiao completely.
The intermittent kisses landed on Sang Qiao's lips, cheek, and even his ear, as if Fu Xingzhou felt it wasn't enough. He pulled Sang Qiao closer and repeatedly kissed him on the pillow.
Then he spoke, "Qiao Bao, I'm not angry. Let's kiss, we won't take the medicine, okay?"