After Divorce, Hidden Marriage Husband Became Addicted to Me-Chapter 481 - 330: _2

At this moment, a crack appeared on Fu Tingzhou’s calm and indifferent face, perhaps due to the heavy blowing of the wind, his eyelashes trembled slightly.

Standing beside him, Tang Xi saw it.

Actually, she had occasionally heard Qin Jianlan mention these things.

But Qin Jianlan always said those days were tough and didn’t like to talk about them. Whenever this came up, Qin Jianlan’s eyes were filled with deep melancholy.

"I was only ten, without any capabilities. I went to a restaurant hoping to work a temporary job. But being young, they wouldn’t hire me. I tried several shops looking for a job until eventually, in a brightly lit Western restaurant, there was a boy a few years older than me. Seeing my pitiful state, he gave me some money to send my mother to the hospital. I was very grateful," Fu Tingzhou said, seemingly lost in the memories of those days, his eyes slightly bright, "Back then, I thought, this boy, only two or three years older than me, came from such a good family with the love of his parents. As for me, I was like the trash in the garbage station in the dark night... struggling to live..."

"Later, when I came to the Fu Family, I saw Fu Yunye immediately, and I realized, oh, it was him. This world is really full of coincidences."

Tang Xi watched him.

Her pupils constricted.

In that moment, she didn’t know what to say.

She wanted to say, it’s all in the past.

Real brothers, but one grew up in the mud struggling for meals while the other was surrounded by wealth and luxury from a young age.

This stark contrast is still vividly remembered by Fu Tingzhou every second, even 20 years later.

"Tang Xi, join me for a visit somewhere tonight."

"Okay."

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After leaving the Fu Mansion, Tang Xi rolled up the car window.

The breeze that brushed past the Fu Mansion was also blocked outside.

Yet, she felt the smell of real leather and perfume mixed inside the car was more comforting than the ambiance of the Fu Mansion.

It was already five o’clock in the afternoon.

Fu Tingzhou told the driver an address, Moshan Hospital.

It was the first time Tang Xi heard this place name.

She looked it up on her phone.

It was a high-end sanatorium established in the last two years on the outskirts of North City, slightly remote but with easy road access, approximately an hour and a half drive from there.

And the surrounding mountains and waters were beautiful, suitable for living and recuperating.

Tang Xi felt a bit sleepy, slept for a while, and when she opened her eyes, they had already arrived at Moshan Sanatorium.

She followed Fu Tingzhou’s steps and went upstairs.

As soon as they pushed open the door of the room.

Tang Xi’s tears instantly fell.

She walked quickly to the bedside, holding the woman’s hands, "Aunt Qin!"

Qin Jianlan was still in a deep sleep.

But her facial complexion was good, indicating she was well treated here.

It had been four years, and Tang Xi never thought she would see Aunt Qin again.

At that moment, Tang Xi choked up, almost unable to speak, only able to collapse beside the bed, tightly holding Qin Jianlan’s hands.

At that time, she really blamed herself.

If only she had stayed a little longer, perhaps Aunt Qin wouldn’t have ended up like this.

She had already survived the surgery.

Fu Tingzhou originally brought Tang Xi to visit his mother, knowing that Tang Xi knew his mother as well. For these four years, Qin Jianlan had been in a deep sleep, and he had transferred her from the hospital to here, asking the doctors when she might wake up.

The reply he got was just one sentence, "Wait for a miracle to happen."

Seeing Tang Xi crying so sadly, Fu Tingzhou stood at the doorway, gazing at her trembling back due to crying, her lean back, with her whole body bent over the bed, the bones of her butterfly back shaking through her thin clothes.

Her grief was not pretense.

Fu Tingzhou could feel her affection for the mother.

It seemed they got along very well before. Fu Tingzhou turned and quietly left the room, closing the door.

He walked to a nearby stair corridor and lit a cigarette.

The smoke gradually rose from his fingertips.

About ten minutes later, he re-entered the room.

By then, Tang Xi had adjusted her emotions and was sitting by the bed talking to Qin Jianlan about the things she had experienced on North Island these past few years, the scenery of the small islands, her daughter Tangtang, and some work-related matters.

Fu Tingzhou stood at the doorway, not stepping inside.

The tall figure of the man leaned against the door.

From this angle, one could only see half of the woman’s face, slightly obscured by her black hair, catching a glimpse of her reddened eyes.

Her voice was hoarse, narrating her experiences bit by bit.

As if telling Qin Jianlan a story.

As if it had been too long since they had seen each other, she couldn’t help but pour out her heart.

Fu Tingzhou stood still in his place.

It wasn’t known how much time had passed, even the winds outside had calmed down.

The nurse came to check the room, "Mr. Fu, why are you standing here?"

Tang Xi then wiped her eyes and slowly turned her head to look at Fu Tingzhou, who had been standing at the door all along. The nurse walked in to check on Qin Jianlan, and Tang Xi stepped aside. The nurse looked surprised at Tang Xi, seemingly amazed that for the past four years it had always been Fu Tingzhou alone visiting Qin Jianlan, and this was the first time he had brought a woman.

Tang Xi’s voice was hoarse and pressing, "How is she doing?"

The nurse glanced at Fu Tingzhou and then at Tang Xi, "Still the same, all vital signs are stable, but she has been in a coma for far too long and sometimes experiences organ failure." She smiled at Tang Xi, "But don’t worry, we are professionals here and will take good care of her."

After leaving Moshan Sanatorium, Tang Xi was very tired but couldn’t sleep.

Suddenly, through the car window she saw a shooting star across the night sky, her pupils trembled slightly, then she clasped her hands in prayer.

Seemingly treating this fleeting shooting star as a symbol of hope, praying for Aunt Qin to wake up healthy.

Please, let there be another miracle.