Forced to become his stand-in wife

"The sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the yard seems to be completely dead. How can I tell President Qin about this?"

"Boss Qin cherishes those trees the most. Seeing that they are about to bloom in August, they just withered and died like this."

Ling Qiu heard several servants talking and walking in, he stood up, "What sweet-scented osmanthus tree?"

The servant replied in embarrassment: "Mr. Ling, I have to trouble you to talk to Mr. Qin. Mr. Qin moved those sweet-scented osmanthus trees from his ancestral house. They are usually very precious. We said that we were afraid of angering you." he?……"

Darling?Why didn't he know that Qin Muyang liked osmanthus trees?And it took a lot of trouble to move it from the ancestral house.

"Take me out to have a look."

Ling Qiu usually didn't pay attention to those few sweet-scented osmanthus trees, but now he was taken out by his servants to have a look, all the sweet-scented osmanthus trees were dead, the yellowed leaves were dangling on the branches, and the wind blew large pieces of them down.

Ling Qiu remembered that the ancestral house had planted many sweet-scented osmanthus trees, and the years were very long. In August, the sweet-scented osmanthus was fragrant, and the fragrance could be smelled in the house.

Ling Qiu looked at the withered and yellow branches, and some scenes appeared in his mind. He was standing on the sweet-scented osmanthus tree picking flowers, and Qin Muyang was standing under the tree.

"This sweet-scented osmanthus tree was fine a few weeks ago, why did it die a lot in the past two days? I don't know if it's a problem with the soil quality." The servant behind him said to himself.

Ling Qiu: "Don't move these dead trees for now."

Although it is dead, the branch is still of ornamental value, but after it is dealt with, it will look empty.

After seeing the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, Ling Qiu's mood was a little gloomy. All the good trees have withered in the past few days, which is not a good sign no matter how you think about it.

In June and July, Qin Muyang came back again. When he learned from Lin Qiu that the osmanthus tree in the courtyard had died, he was slightly taken aback, then smiled, pretending not to care.

"I'm going to die, but it's a pity that I can't watch the sweet-scented osmanthus with you this year." Qin Muyang pretended to be relaxed, "I was thinking that with you this year, the sweet-scented osmanthus should be more fragrant than in previous years. Dead." Perhaps this is life.

After Qin Muyang came back, he left early the next morning.

Time flies, and it will be Ling Qiu's birthday soon.

The day before Ling Qiu's birthday, Mr. Qin called to express his condolences to Qin Muyang's health, and by the way, asked how he planned to spend Ling Qiu's birthday.

What Old Master Qin thought was, since it was Ling Qiu's first birthday, he should make it more lively.

Qin Muyang rejected Mr. Qin's idea and asked him to leave it alone.

People who are accustomed to being lonely don't like lively places, because they always feel that there is no place for them to live in that noisy place.

Having been with Ling Qiu for so many years, he knows Ling Qiu well, and also knows how to let him spend this unforgettable birthday.

Mr. Qin said: "You can fix it however you like, I don't care, but you have to remember, after your birthday, remember to tell Ling Qiu about your heart, if you can't tell me about changing your heart, let me Tell him...?..."

Qin Muyang listened to the old man nagging on the phone, but he didn't say a word, nor did he feel impatient.

Mr. Qin talked a lot, and finally stopped when his throat was dry, "Did you hear that?"

Qin Muyang: "I heard it." No wonder, the left ear goes in and the right ear goes out.

After hanging up the phone, the attending doctor came in with a nurse pushing the medicine delivery cart. The two shelves on the medicine delivery trolley were full of medicines, and all the white medicines were for him.

"Mr. Qin, it's time to infuse medicine."

Qin Muyang frowned, pursed his pale lips, and finally said nothing.

"Well, come on."

He's used to it twice a day, and now his body is full of wounds.

The doctor in charge unbuttoned his sick gown and asked the nurse to start infusing the medicine.

Qin Muyang's face became more and more ugly. He felt that his heart was dead, his hands and feet were numb, and the only thing supporting him now was tomorrow.

"Tomorrow, I will be discharged from the hospital." Qin Muyang's voice was trembling and silent.

The doctor has some suggestions: "Can you take medicine for tomorrow?"

"Push it off."

The doctor sighed and finally nodded helplessly.

The nurse slowly inserted the needle into his arm, the pain slowly spread throughout his body, and his fingertips trembled unconsciously.

After the infusion, the doctor and nurse left the ward. Qin Muyang looked up at the medicine hanging above his head and counted the number of drips.

Qin Muyang was exhausted mentally and physically, and fell asleep quickly. He hadn't had such a good sleep for a long time. He slept very deeply and peacefully. He didn't even have a nightmare.

In his dream, he had Ling Qiu by his side, and Ling Qiu leaning against him made him feel safe, and... the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the yard healed overnight, with lush branches and leaves showing a faint golden color from the tips of the leaves. Come out, exudes a delicate fragrance.

No one greeted him, Qin Muyang woke up naturally after sleeping, and it was already eleven o'clock in the noon when he woke up.

The assistant brought the food, and the insulated lunch box was opened, which was full of food for heart patients.

"Boss Qin, you're awake." The assistant served the food swiftly, "The time is just right, come and let me shake the bed and feed you."

Since being hospitalized, Qin Muyang has become more and more reticent day by day. If he has nothing important to say, he can stay silent all day.

For example, now, Qin Muyang didn't answer a word after he kept on talking about the idea of ​​the assistant for a long time, so it seemed that the assistant was talking to himself like a mentally retarded person.

After the bed was shaken to a suitable height, the assistant scooped up a spoonful of porridge and fed it to Qin Muyang's mouth.

Qin Muyang opened his mouth stiffly, chewed it twice and then swallowed it. Now he is like a useless person, with medicine in his hand, and he has to rely on others to help him eat and drink.

After feeding the lunch, the assistant thoughtfully pulled a tissue and wiped the corners of Qin Muyang's mouth.

"Boss Qin, how do you feel today?" He remembered that tomorrow is Ling Qiu's birthday, and Boss Qin will be discharged from the hospital to celebrate Ling Qiu's birthday with him.

"It's okay, as usual."

Qin Muyang's words are deceiving. Today's situation is obviously not as good as usual, and his body is much stiffer.

"Help me press my leg later."

Lying on the bed with medication for the past two months, my muscles atrophied rapidly. If I didn't massage, I'm afraid it would be difficult for me to even walk.

OK. "The assistant agreed.

As for the job of massage, the assistant has already practiced it well in the past two months. Seeing that Qin Muyang had almost rested, he lifted the quilt and massaged his legs and body.

- It takes four hours to infuse the medicine once. After the infusion, Qin Muyang got up and decided to go for a walk to exercise his leg strength.

The hospital has a special place for training. When I went there, there were only four or five people in the huge activity room, and all of them were terminally ill and would not live long.

The assistant pushed the wheelchair in and stopped when he reached the double pole. He helped Qin Muyang up. Qin Muyang moved forward clumsily with his elbows on the pole.

After only doing a few items, he was already out of breath.

Seeing that he was sweating profusely, the assistant was a little worried: "Boss Qin, take a rest first, there is no rush."

Qin Muyang didn't say a word, and insisted on exercising by himself. The assistant couldn't see it, and insisted on helping him, but before he touched his hand, Qin Muyang's whole body limp and fell to the ground.

This fall was unstoppable, Qin Muyang opened his mouth and roared indistinctly like a wounded beast, he raised his weak hands and beat his legs.

Qin Muyang, who has been proud for 27 years, is now so tortured by illness that he can't even stand up.

Qin Muyang lowered his head and roared, his cheeks were cold.

The assistant stood beside him helplessly, wanting to approach but dared not. Qin Muyang had been ill for five years, and this was the first time he had seen him lose control so much that he called himself a useless person.

The assistant's eyes were sore, and he went to help Qin Muyang into the wheelchair. Qin Muyang's whole body was shaking, and his pale face turned slightly red at this moment.

Qin Muyang tightly grasped the assistant's clothes, his mouth swelled, but before he could speak, another line of tears fell, he pursed his lips, suppressed his trembling voice, and said word by word: "Xiao Zhang, help me!" I."

For the first time, he had never shown weakness to outsiders before that, and the self-esteem that he was originally proud of was completely shattered at this moment.

Qin Muyang originally thought that he would leave tomorrow after accompanying Ling Qiu on his birthday, but his legs, let alone leaving, even made it difficult for him to walk.

"Xiao Zhang, help me."

The assistant knew in his heart what Qin Muyang wanted him to do for him. He clenched his fist, took a deep breath after thinking for a while, and gritted his teeth, "Boss Qin, tell me, what do you want me to do for you?"

The next day, the assistant went to the place to celebrate Ling Qiu's birthday. It was a hillside, which Qin Muyang discovered by accident a year ago.

Usually there is nothing to see, but there are groups of fireflies in summer.

Qin Muyang returned home at noon, sitting in a wheelchair and being pushed by his assistant.

Everyone in Qin Muyang's sick villa knew about it, but Ling Qiu was the only one who was kept in the dark. Seeing Qin Muyang get off the car, the butler hurried upstairs to call Ling Qiu.

Ling Qiu stood at the stairs on the second floor. When he saw Qin Muyang sitting in a wheelchair, his body stiffened suddenly, and he looked at Qin Muyang's gauze-wrapped legs without blinking.

The two looked up and down at each other in silence for a while, and finally Qin Muyang explained: "I accidentally broke my leg on the construction site, no, I can't even walk, so I can only ask the assistant to push me back. "

Qin Muyang's lies seemed to have been practiced hundreds of times, with a relaxed tone, a smiling mouth, and soft eyes, he did not show any guilt in lying.

"Is it serious?" Ling Qiu asked downstairs.

Qin Muyang said, "It's not serious."

"Then are you going back after being injured this time?"

Qin Muyang came back infrequently in the past two or three months, and every time he came and went in a hurry, he didn't know what he was busy with.

Qin Muyang smiled warmly: "I won't go back this time."

For a moment Ling Qiu didn't know what kind of mood he should be in.

"Where's Qiqi?" Qin Muyang asked.

"Today she is on vacation and practicing calligraphy upstairs."

"That's right, you take her downstairs and we go out for dinner."

"Isn't it okay to just eat at home?"

"Today... Let's go out to eat and go out for a stroll."

"Your legs are like this, you still have to go for a walk." Ling Qiu frowned and looked at his legs.

Qin Muyang: "It's okay, Assistant Zhang is pushing me."

The assistant behind him patted his chest, and gave Ling Qiu a reassuring look: "Don't worry, Mr. Ling, Mr. Qin will leave it to me." Ling Qiu pursed his lips, he was not worried about Qin Muyang.