Beijing-Hong Kong Rosemary

Chapter 65 I miss you
Boarding was at 9:05 AM, and we landed on Hong Kong Island at noon.

She hailed a taxi and went straight to the hospital.

I found out in advance by phone which hospital and which ward Zhu Sixuan was in.

VIP wards in a private hospital inpatient department.

The door opened, and Shen Guining rushed to the bedside. "Sixuan, how are you?"

Zhu Sixuan leaned against the headboard, looking somewhat weak. "I'm fine. I induced vomiting yesterday, so you didn't need to rush over."

Shen Guining immediately noticed the white gauze wrapped around her wrist. "Your hand is injured?"

"I accidentally got stabbed by a wine bottle yesterday."

She didn't elaborate, but Shen Guining could guess what had happened. "I'm sorry, I've dragged you into this."

Zhu Sixuan comforted her instead, "Why are you apologizing? Blame Zhou Shilin, that scumbag, that damn bastard. Don't take it out on yourself."

Even so, Shen Guining still felt guilty, after all, it was because of her.

Zhu Sixuan smiled casually, "It's really nothing, don't think too much about it."

Shen Guining felt a wave of fear wash over her, not daring to imagine what would have happened if she had been a step too late.

If her senior hadn't called to tell her, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

What happened to those who bullied you?

"He got beaten up and was taken to the police station."

"And what about Zhou Shilin?"

"He broke two ribs and is lying in the hospital."

Zhu Sixuan was also surprised that Ye Zeming would be so ruthless. He was usually a very refined person at the company, and this was the first time she had ever seen him hit someone.

Shen Guining knew that it would be very difficult to take action against Zhou Shilin.

Zhu Sixuan changed the subject, "Let's not talk about this anymore. You haven't eaten yet, have you? Let's eat something first."

Two insulated food containers were placed on the bedside table; the lids were open, and steam escaped from them.

The meal consisted of a very generous spread of four dishes and a soup: stir-fried broccoli, steamed egg custard, braised crucian carp with tofu, shredded carrots and pork, and red date and white fungus soup. It was clearly a well-balanced meal in terms of nutrition.

Shen Guining asked curiously, "Who sent it to you?"

“…It doesn’t matter who sent it, as long as it’s edible.” Zhu Sixuan stammered.

Shen Guining handed her a bowl and chopsticks, saying, "You're in trouble."

"Nothing's wrong." Zhu Sixuan had no choice but to confess, "It was just... my boss gave it to me. He also rushed over to take me to the hospital yesterday."

Shen Guining asked suspiciously, "Isn't he one of Mr. Qu's men?"

"He and Mr. Qu are friends. Isn't that a coincidence?"

"So that's it."

In the afternoon, Zhu Sixuan insisted on being discharged from the hospital and going home.

Shen Guining consulted the doctor and only helped her complete the discharge procedures after confirming that she was alright.

Back home, Zhu Sixuan felt much more relaxed, and even her breathing became easier.

The two best friends were chatting while leaning against the sofa.

"Ningning, don't you have rehearsals these two days? If you have something to do, you can go back. My little injury will be fine in a couple of days. It's so great to be able to rest at home without having to go to work."

Shen Guining peeled an orange, broke it in half and gave it to her, saying, "It's okay, I've already taken leave."

Zhu Sixuan took it and put it in her mouth. "Have you gotten back in touch with Mr. Qu?"

Shen Guining lowered her eyelashes to hide her disappointment. "I only said two sentences, and he didn't really want to talk to me."

It's understandable that Mr. Qu dislikes her; she was the one who suggested ending things first, and now that she's in trouble, she's come back to him.

Zhu Sixuan leaned on her shoulder, "No way, if he didn't want to talk to you, why would he ask someone to help me without saying a word?"

Shen Guining didn't know either.

Perhaps it was just that he felt sorry for her because he saw her crying so hard.

Zhu Sixuan went to bed early tonight.

Shen Guining couldn't sleep; her mind was in turmoil, a jumble of emotions she couldn't shake off. With the Zhou family's immense power in Hong Kong, who else could protect her after leaving Mr. Qu?

Zhou Shilin even went so far as to target the people around her.

After a while, she gently lifted the covers, got out of bed, put on a coat, grabbed her phone, and left the room.

Will calling Mr. Qu at nine o'clock disturb him?

After hesitating for a long time, Shen Guining finally dialed the number.

On the quiet balcony, a grating notification sound rang out.

The wind rustled through the leaves of the potted plant.

She silently counted to ten in her mind before the call finally connected.

“Mr. Qu.” A very soft voice, tinged with a slight tremor.

The voice on the other end of the line was slightly low and husky, "Mmm."

He seemed to have been woken up.

Shen Guining forgot that he might not be in the country and there might be a time difference.

"I'm sorry to bother you."

The voice on the other end sounded languid and indifferent, saying, "Just say what you need to say."

“I…” Shen Guining looked down at her toes, her throat tightening, “Thank you for helping my friend.”

It was only 5 a.m. in Las Vegas at that moment.

Qu Yanci sat on the edge of the bed, raised his hand and pinched the space between his eyebrows. "If that's what you're talking about, there's no need to waste time."

Shen Guining's heart clenched, and she hurriedly exclaimed, "No, don't hang up!"

Qu Yanci remained silent until she finished speaking.

Shen Guining's nose tingled, and she asked cautiously, "Mr. Qu, do you hate me now?"

"Does it matter whether I like you or not?" Qu Yanci calmly reminded her, "Shen Guining, it's over between us."

He hadn't said anything harsh, but Shen Guining still couldn't help but want to cry. Her eyes stung and reddened, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

Yes, it's over. She brought it up first.

She sniffed very quietly.

Unexpectedly, Qu Yanci still managed to overhear it.

"Why are you crying?"

Shen Guining bit her lip, remained silent for a moment, and then murmured, "I miss you."

"What?" Qu Yanci was unsure if he had misheard.

"I'm sorry, I've changed my mind." Shen Guining closed her eyes, her wet eyelashes trembling. "I miss you, Mr. Qu."

With a sob in her voice, she asked in one breath, "Do you still want me?"

After the last note faded, the air remained silent for a few seconds.

All I could hear were the sounds of breathing and the wind, and loose strands of hair brushed against my cheek.

He didn't speak, and Shen Guining gripped her phone tightly, her fingertips icy cold.

"What made you change your mind? The problem you mentioned still exists between us, and there's no way to resolve it." Qu Yanci spoke calmly, each word distinct.

The gap in age and experience will always exist.

A young girl her age might crave passionate love, be fickle, and full of curiosity about the outside world, while his life is actually quite dull, with work taking up two-thirds of his time. He doesn't have much time to spend with her, nor can he do many childish things with her.

Shen Guining raised her hand to wipe away the tears on her face. "That was just me talking nonsense, Mr. Qu."

"Why are you talking nonsense?" he continued to press.

Shen Guining gasped, her voice hoarse, "Because I thought you were going to have an arranged marriage with someone else. I saw you talking to that girl, and you two looked very well-matched standing together..."

Qu Yanci pondered for a moment, "What you think about every day, whether we're a good match or not, is only up to me to decide."

Shen Guining murmured, "But your marriage isn't something you can decide on your own."

“No one can force me to get married.” Qu Yanci chuckled softly. “I never expected you to think so far ahead.”