CHAPTER 998: CHAPTER 998: SHAOYAN IS STILL WAITING FOR YOU

Outside the villa, Zong Yue got into the car and patted his chest with a sigh of relief, "That was close, that was close."

Li Jun beside him unbuttoned his coat, glancing sideways, "You called me all the way here just to accompany you in this play?"

"I’m entrusted with a task." Zong Yue looked at Li Jun, reaching out to poke his chest, "I haven’t even mentioned it, what do you mean by going back to your mother’s home whenever there’s a fight, this is obviously my in-laws’.

Li Jun looked down at her actions, a smile forming at the corners of his lips, "What’s the difference?"

Zong Yue pouted, muttering as she picked up her cracked phone screen, "I don’t even know if we got away with it today?"

Li Jun keenly sensed something unusual, squinted his eyes to scrutinize Zong Yue, "Whom are you helping to get away with it?"

Zong Yue glanced at him, "Qiaoqiao..."

Oh, almost forgot, the Secretary-General of her family is all about duty and doesn’t know about Qiaoqiao’s situation yet.

Zong Yue knew because her third uncle accidentally let it slip in a phone call that day.

"What’s wrong with Qiaoqiao?" Li Jun’s face darkened, visibly tense.

Zong Yue bit her lip and shook her head, "I’m not sure about the specifics, just know she’s in Parma, but I can’t get in touch with her either."

Li Jun was lost in thought, "Parma..."

...

At nine in the evening, old residence in Parma.

He Chen was sitting in the tea room, looking across, "So it is said, the sleepiness is caused by psychological reasons?"

Shang Zonghai sipped his tea, his eyes without glasses looked especially deep, "Yes, the cause of hypersomnia is unclear, mostly related to psychological factors."

"You don’t have any good solutions either?" He Chen raised an eyebrow, his fingers rubbing the teacup, appearing deeply thoughtful.

Shang Zonghai glanced at him, "The girl is pregnant now, even mild traditional Chinese medicine cannot be consumed too much, there is no better treatment method for now, we can only wait for her to wake up and treat accordingly."

He Chen was silent for a moment, his fingers gradually gripping the teacup, "Don’t you consider letting Shaoyan meet her?"

"The disease stems from Shaoyan, meeting is not a good strategy."

He Chen wanted to retort, but couldn’t find a more reasonable excuse.

Li Qiao ended up like this, Shaoyan contributed significantly.

He Chen rested his head on his hand, pondering for two seconds, "Where is Li Qiao?"

Shang Zonghai met his gaze, then lightly said, "Shaoyan’s private residence, whatever you plan to do, take it easy, the girl owes no one anything."

He Chen propped himself up from the Taishi Chair, took two steps, and turned back with a playful look, "Old man, do you really think I can’t tell right from wrong in your eyes?"

Shang Zonghai waved his hand, "Go."

In the backyard private residence, He Chen crossed the arch bridge, passed through the garden in front of the door, and familiarly went up to the master bedroom on the second floor.

On the black bed, Li Qiao was deeply asleep, her breathing almost inaudible.

Luoyu was sitting beside, lost in thought, hearing the movement behind, quickly got up and turned around, "Brother Chen."

Her voice was hoarse, her eyes full of wandering.

"Go downstairs and rest a bit, let me have a few words with her."

As He Chen spoke, he waved his hand, ignoring Luoyu’s hesitant expression, and sat down on the soft chair by the bed.

"Brother Chen, will the lady... wake up?"

This was already the umpteenth person to ask He Chen this question.

Perhaps in everyone’s heart, without Shang Yu around, He Chen became the backbone.

He leaned against the chair, slowly crossing his legs, his gaze falling on Li Qiao’s serene sleeping face, "Maybe she will, maybe she won’t, who knows."

That was equivalent to no answer.

Luoyu exited the master bedroom filled with worries, wiped her reddened eyes at the corner, damn it, wanted to cry.

The master bedroom was unusually quiet, the corner floor lamp casting a faint yellow glow, illuminating Li Qiao’s thin face, revealing a touch of sickly frailty.

He Chen was silent for a long time, accompanied by a light sigh, he slowly opened his mouth, "Sister-in-law, it’s been hard these days."

Whether Li Qiao could hear or not, He Chen’s low and slow voice continued quietly in the master bedroom.

He didn’t know how long he spoke, till his mouth was dry, did he realize it had been half an hour.

The quiet night always allows people to lay down their guard yet also amplifies the unease in people’s hearts.

He Chen leaned forward, supporting his knees with his arms, staring intently at Li Qiao, "Sister-in-law, we all have to admit, Shaoyan indeed is at fault, but you’re not innocent either.

At the end of the day, it’s because he’s sick. We’re all here, you should wake up too. Blame him or hate him, you always have to face it together, unless... you don’t want him anymore."

With the last word landing, He Chen stared at Li Qiao, after half a minute, he laughed and cursed, "You two really are a damn perfect match, one sleeps endlessly, the other refuses to eat or drink, are you trying to die and be buried together?"

Luoyu, who just reached the door to serve He Chen tea: "??"

Brother Chen, what exactly did you come to do?

Seeing no reaction from Li Qiao, He Chen couldn’t help but feel a growing sense of helplessness.

He’d rather Li Qiao and Shaoyan have a big fight, better than her long depressive sleep.

He Chen asked the doctors, the cause of hypersomnia is unknown, but mostly arises from psychological issues.

If this goes on, even if Li Qiao’s body is healthy, it’s hard to endure.

Feeling utterly powerless, He Chen closed his eyes, rested his forehead on one hand, and sighed, "Li Qiao, Shaoyan is still waiting for you..."

...

The next day, Li Qiao hadn’t woken, Shang Zonghai arranged for doctors to inject her with nutritional fluids to sustain her life.

While at the Royal Hospital, Shang Yu still refused to eat or drink, sitting like a statue in the ward, not allowing anyone to approach.

That handsome, clear face visibly more haggard, the whole ward filled with a suffocating smell of smoke.

He was waiting for Qiaoqiao, waiting for her to wake up, waiting for her to say... she still loved him.

The two weren’t that far apart, yet were tormented in places unseen by one another.

In the afternoon, the sun was bright.

Yun Lih brought Shang Lu to the backyard private residence.

Li Qiao had been back for two days, countless doctors from both traditional and western medicine came and went, over and over.

Her hypersomnia was caused by psychological factors, until she wakes, the doctors couldn’t treat her.

Even the King of Traditional Chinese Medicine Shang Zonghai dared not act rashly.

The master bedroom curtains wide open, the bright sunlight spilling on the bed, making it easy to notice Li Qiao’s increasingly sharp and thin jaw, even her eye sockets had sunken significantly.

Shang Lu stood two meters away from the bedside, pursing his lips, calling, "Sister-in-law..."

Yun Lih pulled out a chair and sat down, his breath slightly trembling, a sourness that couldn’t be suppressed rising in his heart.

He had known Li Qiao for eight years, never seen her this frail.

Shang Lu had nowhere to sit, didn’t dare to approach on his own, looked around, then sat down on the floor.

Yun Lih’s Adam’s apple continuously moved, half a moment later, emotions settled, softly starting, "Kid, he’s about to die."

Shang Lu gasped, just about to refute, but was stopped by Yun Lih’s dark gaze.

Yun Lih rubbed his fingertips, looking down at the floor, "You love him so much, don’t you want to see him?"