Volume One, Chapter 149: Sleeping Accompaniment

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Song Qingyu did not go to the hospital with Xie Changhe to see Gu Yuandong.

Because Sheng Yuru heard that Xie Changhe was going to the hospital, she took Song Qingyu’s place.

She even whispered a warning to Song Qingyu, "The rumors about you and my cousin have just died down a bit. You’d better behave yourself and stop stirring up topics that invite criticism."

Song Qingyu thought that made sense and went back home.

Xie Changhe looked miserable, and Sheng Yuru glanced coldly at him. "What’s this? Manager Xie, you’re not still trying to matchmake Song Qingyu and my cousin, are you?"

Knowing that even Sheng Yuru didn’t know Gu Yuandong was actually Pei Jingmo, Xie Changhe quickly replied, "No way! Qingyu has a family, and President Gu also has someone he likes. How could I possibly come between them?"

"Hmph, you’d better not!" Sheng Yuru snapped.

Xie Changhe was speechless.

At the hospital, Sheng Yuru rushed in first. "Cousin~ are you okay?"

Pei Jingmo frowned. "Why are you here?"

"I worried all afternoon when I heard you had an accident. How did you get hurt so badly?"

"Xiao Xi doesn’t know I’m hospitalized yet. Don’t let her find out."

"Don’t worry, I won’t say a word."

Sheng Yuru wanted to say more, but Pei Jingmo had already spoken, "You should leave first. Manager Xie, stay."

Sheng Yuru bit her lip and shot Xie Changhe a glare. Under Pei Jingmo’s intense gaze, she had no choice but to leave.

Xie Changhe closed the door, seemingly knowing what Pei Jingmo would say, and smiled at him. "President Gu, rest assured. Qingyu is doing well."

"Thank you for taking care of the CEO’s wife these past few days."

"Not a trouble at all."

Taking good care of the president’s wife was also his responsibility.

"I originally wanted to bring Qingyu here to see you, but Miss Sheng beat me to it."

Pei Jingmo nodded. "That’s good. It would have been awkward if she had come."

Xie Changhe hesitated a moment, then asked, "President Gu, when do you plan to tell Qingyu about your identity?"

Things were unfolding just as Pei Jingmo expected. He smiled. "Soon."

He only hoped that when the time came, Qingqing would forgive him.

Sheng Yuru pressed her ear against the door for a long time but couldn’t catch a word.

A shadow gradually approached. She stiffened and turned her head, startled to see Fu Linhan. "Ah—Young Master Fu, how come you’re so quiet when you walk?"

"Ah—" Fu Linhan mimicked her scream. "Could it be that you were too focused on eavesdropping to hear me?"

Sheng Yuru looked embarrassed, cleared her throat, and adjusted her clothes.

"Heard anything?"

"I wasn’t eavesdropping. I’m just worried about my cousin."

"Really? You think Manager Xie has the guts to mess with Yuandong?"

Sheng Yuru gritted her teeth. "I was just checking if they needed anything and if I could help."

Fu Linhan was too lazy to expose her clumsy lie. "Miss Sheng, if there’s nothing else, you should go back. Yuandong needs rest, not disturbances."

No matter how arrogant Sheng Yuru was, she dared not argue with Fu Linhan and left meekly.

After leaving the hospital, she pondered a while and finally sent a WeChat message to Lu Rongrong.

"Rongrong, my cousin was hospitalized in a car accident. He needs you now more than ever. Please come and keep him company if you have time."

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When Lu Rongrong received Sheng Yuru’s message, she was abroad gathering dirt on Xiang Xinlei. That damned woman dared to come near her Gu Yuandong, so she would be unforgiving.

She planned to tear the mask off Xiang Xinlei’s face and expose all her ugliness, letting everyone see what kind of person their goddess really was.

Worried Xiang Xinlei might try to cozy up to Gu Yuandong while she was away, Lu Rongrong immediately booked the earliest flight back home.

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Pei Jingmo was not home, and Song Qingyu didn’t feel like going back either.

Though Pei Jingmo had only been gone for two nights, the house felt cold and empty.

There was no shortage of food at home, including dumplings they had made together recently, but she had no appetite.

Fortunately, there was still Dingding at home.

As Song Qingyu cuddled Dingding watching TV, her phone suddenly rang on the table.

She had set a special ringtone for calls from Pei Jingmo, so she immediately recognized it.

She happily picked up the phone. "Jingmo—"

"Have you eaten dinner?"

Song Qingyu hadn’t eaten, but to avoid worrying him, she said, "Yes, have you?"

"I have too. What did you eat?"

"Just something quick outside. When will you be back? Dingding misses you."

"Woof~"

Song Qingyu smiled. "Did you hear that? He said he misses you."

Pei Jingmo’s heart softened suddenly. "What about you?"

Song Qingyu teased, "What do you mean?"

"Do you miss me?"

"Yes, very much~~"

She said whatever she felt. Since they got married, they had never been apart this long.

Only two days and two nights, yet she missed him so much.

Pei Jingmo was silent for a few seconds. "Got it."

After chatting for a while longer, Song Qingyu had to hang up to take a shower.

When Pei Jingmo saw the nurse come in to change the dressing, he asked, "How many doses of medicine are left?"

"Four bottles left."

Pei Jingmo frowned. "How long will this drip last?"

"Probably until around three o’clock."

Thinking of Song Qingyu saying she missed him, Pei Jingmo didn’t want to wait another minute.

To the nurse’s astonishment, he pulled out the needle and said calmly, "The rest of the medicine can wait until tomorrow."

"That’s not allowed. The daily dosage must be administered daily."

"I won’t die."

Unable to stop Gu Yuandong, the nurse went to find the doctor. When they returned, Gu Yuandong was gone.

They dared not make a fuss, only hoping the president was alright and would return to the hospital by morning.

After showering, Song Qingyu got into bed holding Dingding.

When Pei Jingmo was around, his territorial instinct was strong—he would never let Dingding on the bed, not even for a moment.

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With him gone, Song Qingyu didn’t want to just hug his clothes to sleep, so she hugged Dingding instead.

Fortunately, Dingding was well-behaved, lying quietly and obediently beside her.

When Pei Jingmo returned home silently, he saw Dingding leaning against his soft, fragrant wife, who was snoring softly.

Her hand was stroking Dingding’s paw—a sign of insecurity.

Pei Jingmo grabbed Dingding’s scruff, covered its mouth, and tossed it into its own bed.

Dingding tried to bark, but Pei Jingmo made a “shh” gesture and gave it a warning look.

Seeing it was Pei Jingmo, Dingding slunk back into its nest.

Pei Jingmo then quietly entered the bedroom, gently lifted the blanket, and carefully pulled Song Qingyu into his arms.

Half-asleep, Song Qingyu smelled Pei Jingmo’s scent and thought she was dreaming. She murmured softly, "Jingmo..."

"Mm..."

Pei Jingmo bent down and kissed her forehead.

That kiss woke Song Qingyu. "Jingmo?"

She was about to turn on the light, but Pei Jingmo grabbed her hand. "It’s me. It’s late, go back to sleep."

Pei Jingmo wasn’t just injured on his body—his face was wounded too. He didn’t want Song Qingyu to worry or see.

He was home, which was all that mattered. Song Qingyu didn’t think much of it.

She hugged Pei Jingmo tightly and rubbed her face against his chest.

Unaware of his injuries, she held him firmly. The pain from the wounds made Pei Jingmo wince but he still soothed the person in his arms, "Good night, have sweet dreams."

Song Qingyu smiled happily. "With you here, it’ll definitely be sweet dreams."

With Pei Jingmo by her side, Song Qingyu quickly fell asleep. Listening to her gentle, steady breathing, Pei Jingmo finally felt a bit at ease.

Fu Linhan had a social engagement that night and didn’t finish until after two in the morning.

Since he couldn’t sleep at home anyway, he decided to stop by the hospital to visit his good friend.

But the bed was empty.

After asking the doctor, he learned Pei Jingmo had left the hospital.

Furious, Fu Linhan immediately called Pei Jingmo.

After Pei Jingmo hung up twice, Fu Linhan sent a WeChat message: "Answer the phone now, or I’ll come to your house right now. I mean it!!!"

Lately, Fu Linhan had been like a powder keg, ready to explode at the slightest spark.

Knowing Fu Linhan would act on his words, Pei Jingmo had no choice but to call back.

"Hello..."

"Don’t you know what condition you’re in? Why go home?"

"I’m going back in the morning."

"Looks like you’re not injured physically but mentally. Your wife sleeping alone won’t kill her. You’re badly hurt and still go home to sleep with her? Are you looking to die?"

Lu Rongrong got off the plane and rushed to the hospital. Hearing Fu Linhan’s words, she suddenly stopped and hid around the corner.

What did that mean?

Gu Yuandong had a wife?