latelenovela Chapter 155 That was his father's beloved.
Chapter 155 That was his father's beloved.
What came into view was the back of the photo, where several large characters appeared before Zongzheng Qi's eyes: "My beloved, Tao Yahui."
The date is forty-six years ago.
Zongzheng Qi is 40 years old now, and forty-six years ago, when his mother had just come of age.
At the tender age of eighteen, a woman is in the prime of her life.
After looking at the back of the photo, Zongzhengqi had to turn around and look at the front.
But at this moment, his mind was filled with the words that Mu Lian had told him.
He said that the photos of his grandmother when she was young in the study looked very similar to Song Beiyou.
This inexplicably made him lose the courage to turn it over.
Despite being a high-ranking and powerful man, Mr. Zong managed to maintain this composure for quite some time. After taking a deep breath and closing his eyes, he slowly turned the photo over.
After a long while, he slowly opened his eyes and focused his gaze on the front of the photograph.
Upon seeing this, my entire body felt as if it had been subjected to some intense shock, leaving me utterly powerless.
Then, sadness struck, followed by doubt.
He was sad because he had lived for forty years and this was the first time he had seen what his biological mother looked like.
The overwhelming sadness, helplessness, and boundless longing that followed felt like a sharp stab to the heart, causing unbearable pain.
The mystery lies in the fact that, as Mu Lian said, his mother's appearance is almost 90% similar to Song Beiyou's.
The remaining 10% difference was the first impression he got.
His mother was composed and confident, and her well-timed smile added a touch of charm to her, giving her the dignified air of a well-bred lady, yet also a subtle, restrained optimism and magnanimity.
When Song Beiyou is quiet, her face is as cold as ice, cold and resolute, and she exudes an aura of solitude that no one can match. Although she occasionally smiles when talking, she still cannot hide her inherent modesty.
In other words, one is flamboyant and outspoken, while the other is unassuming and modest, possessing a profound and unassuming nature.
Thinking of this, Zongzheng Qi forced himself to calm down and carefully consider the photo in front of him.
He finally understood why his father, Zong Qiming, had reacted so strongly when he saw Song Beiyou.
If, like Mu Li'an, he had secretly entered the study to look for his mother's photo years ago out of curiosity, then his first impression of Song Beiyou would probably have been the same as his father's.
Madness, sadness, heartache, and nostalgia are all mixed together.
Now I finally understand why his father cried so hard he couldn't breathe when he saw Song Beiyou face to face today.
His mother was his father's beloved.
For the sake of his mother, he has refused to remarry for so many years.
He went from a vigorous young man to an old man bearing the marks of time.
He went from being a talented individual who should have been shining in his career to a working dad who also needs to take care of family matters.
......
"what......"
In the darkness, a helpless sigh escaped from Zongzheng Qi's mouth.
So, is it just a coincidence that Song Beiyou looks like his mother?
Or is there some earth-shattering secret between the two?
With these two questions in mind, Zongzhengqi selfishly stuffed the photo into his pocket and left the study that belonged to his father and was "not open to the public".
......
The following day was the third day of the Lunar New Year.
This cold wave from Siberia is still quite strong.
Men, women, young and old, were all bundled up in thick layers of clothing on the streets and alleys.
It didn't snow, but the weather was terribly dry.
In the latter half of last night, for some reason, Song Beiyou developed a fever.
Feeling dizzy and unsteady, I got out of bed and, with a heavy head, went to the restaurant to get some water.
Perhaps she was dizzy, because when she walked to the restaurant, she accidentally bumped her waist hard on the corner of the table, and the pain made her gasp.
I felt dizzy and had back pain, so after returning to my room, I slept soundly until noon without waking up.
Duan Yao sent countless messages, but she didn't reply.
In a panic, they broke her password-protected door and went straight into her room.
When I saw the little one lying unconscious in bed, burning hot like a hand warmer, I was quite frightened. I took her temperature, gave her an ibuprofen, and immediately called Xie Jingbai to come over.
Xie Jingbai dared not delay and rushed over, immediately starting various inspections.
Song Beiyou was powerless to resist, as soft as a lump of mud.
"Your fever hasn't gone down even after taking the fever reducer?" Xie Jingbai asked.
Duan Yao nodded. "Mm."
"Did you manage to speak with Miss Song?"
She is a doctor herself, so she should understand her own body.
Duan Yao shook his head, his eyes filled with worry. "She has difficulty speaking."
Xie Jingbai pondered for a moment, "Then pick up Miss Song and make sure she stays warm so she doesn't catch a cold. It's probably going to snow again soon."
Come with me to the hospital, we'll get a blood test to find the cause and treat it accordingly.
Duan Yao didn't know anything about medicine, and Song Beiyou was too listless to speak, so he could only listen to Xie Jingbai and carry her to the hospital.
After going through all the steps, it turns out to be just a common case of high fever caused by a decline in bodily functions.
It's hard to say why, Song Beiyou has actually been quite busy these days.
A doctor does not treat himself.
It's hard to say what will happen if Song Beiyou wakes up on his own. He's human, not a god. It's normal for his resistance to drop occasionally. He can't be safe forever.
Later, she was given an antipyretic injection, and her fever subsided. Duan Yao then took her home.
After Song Beiyou's fever subsided, he slept for a long time before reluctantly propping himself up from the bed and sitting up.
When I woke up, the room was empty.
The door was not closed, but half-open, and you could smell the faint aroma of porridge wafting in from outside.
She shook her head, realizing she had a fever and that Duan Yao had taken her to the hospital to see Xie Jingbai while she was in a daze.
But I can't remember exactly how long I slept.
I reached out and took out my phone, and wow!
It's the fourth day of the Lunar New Year.
She doesn't remember.
She quickly got up, went into the bathroom, washed her mouth and face, and then, feeling as if she had lost several pounds, walked out of the room.
It was dark, and the living room lights were off.
The kitchen was open, and familiar figures wearing aprons were busy under the lights.
The aroma of the congee was much clearer than what I could smell in the room; if I'm not mistaken, it should be preserved egg and lean pork congee.
This scene appeared excessively peaceful to Song Beiyou.
Thinking back to every time I had a fever in the past, I was always afraid of being discovered, so I always endured it alone until the fever subsided.
This was the first time she had ever felt this way, and it warmed her heart immensely.
How could the dignified Third Master Duan, who is busy with countless affairs and earns a fortune every day, not be moved by her cooking soup and porridge for him?
She stood there for a short while, then couldn't help but lift her leg again.
Duan Yao continued to work, preparing a light and nutritious meal for Song Beiyou.
Even though this was the third time he had prepared a nutritious meal today, and he didn't know if Song Beiyou would wake up after he finished preparing it, he still took it very seriously.
He was so focused that he didn't even realize Song Beiyou had woken up.
So much so that the next second, a pair of fair and delicate hands appeared from behind him without his noticing and wrapped around his waist.