447 The Secret About the Past 65 (2/2)
”I fell asleep and didn't hear my phone ringing.”
”…”
”Of course it's true. Why would I lie to you?”
”…”
”I'm at Qingyan's place right now. I had too much to drink earlier. I'll be spending the night here.”
”…”
”We'll talk when you're back.”
He ended the call. Jin Qingyue then handed him the broth and said, ”Brother Ciye, Auntie Chen made this. Have some, it'll ease your discomfort.”
”Alright, thanks.” He flung his phone onto the bed and grabbed the bowl.
”I'm going back to my room then.” Jin Qingyue left his room but did not close the door.
Ling Ciye finished the broth and placed the bowl onto the table before laying down again.
His head began to ache immensely while he kept his eyes wide open.
He had a nagging discomfort in his stomach too.
After much thought, he decided to call Song Yan again.
The first thing he said was, ”Song Yan, I've gotten our fortunes told.”
”What was the outcome?” Song Yan asked.
”It said that our unborn child will pass away at the end of this month. So, could you withdraw from filming? I'll pay the compensation fees.”
Song Yan snorted and sneered, ”If the child is destined to die, I would still suffer a miscarriage if I stop filming and stay at home. Since it's all fated, what more can I say? Are you telling me this on purpose because you don't want to marry me?”
”No…”
”The fortune-teller must've told you that there wouldn't be a future for us too, right? Don't tell me you sought An Xiaoning to read our fortunes,” said Song Yan.
”Yes. She's always been well known for her accurate predictions. What really irks me is, shouldn't you be coming back now to register our marriage right away?” Ling Ciye asked.
”I already told you I won't be going back for the time being. I believe it wouldn't be too late to wait 'til I come back to register our marriage. It's only going to be a few extra days anyway. If you really want to marry me, a few days wouldn't make a difference, would it?”
”I'm really finding it harder and harder to communicate with you.”
Song Yan's hackles began to rise. ”Ling Ciye, what do you mean? You actually went to get the child's and our fortunes told. Just tell me straight if you don't want to marry me. It's not like I must marry you anyway!” she snapped.
”What I mean is the child might really pass away at the end of this month and I just wanted you to be careful not to move about vigorously. Song Yan, is work really more important to you than our child and I are?”
”I've really had enough…”
Ling Ciye was extremely frustrated and disappointed to hear her hang up on him.
His eyelids were getting heavier and heavier. Yet, he still could not fall asleep.
He was incredibly upset and in utter discomfort.
Soon, his stomach began to twist and turn. He threw up onto the ground immediately, not even making it to the rubbish bin.
He stood up and walked towards the bathroom on an unsteady gait to rinse his mouth. He finally felt much more relieved.
After coming out of the room, he sat on the couch and said to the servant, ”Please clean up the room. I threw up in there.”
”Alright.” The servant immediately proceeded to clean up.
Not long after, the servant returned and said, ”Mr. Ling, I've cleaned up everything. Please take the other guest room instead, there's still a pungent odor in the one I just cleaned up.”
”Sure, thank you.” He stood up slowly and declined the servant's offer to help him.
He scrambled unsteadily towards the guest room.
He pushed the door open and entered straight away since the door was not locked. Thinking that it was the guest room the servant was referring to because the lights were on in the room, he closed the door and locked it from the inside.
He then walked toward the bathroom in a bid to answer nature's call.
In a drunken stupor, he subconsciously pushed the bathroom door open.
As soon as the door opened, Jin Qingyue, who had just taken off her clothes for a shower, was shocked out of her senses.
He stood by the door and was greeted with the sight of her standing below the shower head, stark naked. He gazed at her petite and slender figure and at her fair, porcelain skin, dumbfounded and shocked.