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When a person meets tragedy, how miserable can they get?
Shen Mingbei felt he should be able to make a remark on it, and as an adjudicator at the very least.
Who would’ve thought that, with just a few missed meals, he’d pass out from a stomach ache?!
After he went upstairs last night, he thought about calling Qu Lang back; however, his stomach ached to the point he fainted and had to lie on the floor for several hours. He wasn’t sure whether he woke up from the cold or from the heat of a fever, but after he dizzily woke up, he strugglingly laid on his bed, lacking the energy to even shout for someone.
After he fainted, he ceaselessly began running in his dream.
It was as if there were countless pairs of big hands chasing behind him. Then, after falling from a cliff, he was roasted in a furnace and his throat became increasingly drier, the unbearable pain making him feel as if he was going to suffocate to death.
When Shen Mingbei woke up, he was at the hospital, an IV drip injected into his hands, and Xiao Zhang was peeling an apple for him.
Shen Mingbei had only moved a slight bit before Xiao Zhang noticed the change and saw him wake up; he promptly handed him the apple. “Brother Shen, you finally woke up QAQ Brother Shen, eat an apple.”
“Why are you here?” After Shen Mingbei spoke, he realised his throat hurt, so he could only hoarsely ask him, “I thought I was at home?”
Speaking of this, Xiao Zhang was a little angered; he indignantly said, “I went to meet you this morning and just so happened to see your servant call the family doctor to give you a drip. You were already burnt into a coma, so how could I casually trust that kind of doctor? In this situation, you must trust the public first-grade hospital!”
Seeing Xiao Zhang’s manner, Shen Mingbei suddenly laughed and explained to him, “The family doctor my servant called should be the resident physician of the Qu Family’s private hospital.”
Maybe it was the one Shen Mingbei was familiar with; thinking of Dr Fu’s aggrieved expression after getting driven away by Xiao Zhang, he couldn’t help but find it funny.
Xiao Zhang was astonished and said, “I can’t understand you rich people’s world.”
Shen Mingbei: “I’m not the one who’s rich.”
Having mentioned this, Xiao Zhang was also silent.
At first, when Xiao Zhang first discovered Shen Mingbei and Qu Lang were together, he was extremely surprised; it’s a pity it took him a long time to realise these two didn’t have good feelings for each other. Whenever Shen Mingbei went out for filming, let’s not mention how Qu Lang never went to visit the crew, but there’d be times he wouldn’t make a single phone call for months at end.
And then there was Brother Shen, who would send messages to Qu Lang every day

Xiao Zhang vaguely understood from Shen Mingbei that Qu Lang always had another in his heart, so Xiao Zhang cursed the other worthless on behalf of Shen Mingbei.
Brother Shen was clearly good-looking with a good personality, so how did he get into a relationship with a dog like President Qu?
In addition, thinking of the doctor’s words, Xiao Zhang couldn’t help but feel even sadder.
“Brother Shen, do you want to tell President Qu you’ve fallen ill?”
The doctor said Shen Mingbei’s health had always been unwell – irregular meals, negative moods, extreme stress, a sick mentality, and a flu-caused fever

Oh, and some stomach trouble.
Wasn’t it time for his spouse to appear on the scene?
Yet, when Brother Shen needed help the most, there was only his assistant, and although he liked Brother Shen a lot, a working relationship was just a working relationship

But looking at Shen Mingbei’s face and thinking about it, if Brother Shen abandoned Qu Lang, then the assistant would rise to the top again!
Xiao Zhang’s heart was raptured: I can do this!
Shen Mingbei didn’t know what was running through Xiao Zhang’s mind; after finishing the apple, Xiao Zhang stuffed his mouth full of biscuits again.
“Yesterday’s matter – have you kept it under control?” Shen Mingbei ate the biscuits with small bites.
“After making the announcement, President Yu also contacted people for help; in any case, the matter has been clarified, the heat just hasn’t gone down yet.” Xiao Zhang and Shen Mingbei were discussing the results of the PR department’s busy night.
For all these years, the way President Yu handled matters had always been quite reliable; after hearing this, Shen Mingbei was very much relieved and felt slightly sleepy again.
He asked Xiao Zhang to help buy him a new phone before shrinking into the blankets, prepared to sleep for another while.
However, Xiao Zhang wasn’t reassured enough to leave directly; only after asking the nurse to take care of Shen Mingbei did he hurriedly leave the hospital ward.
The ward was quiet for a long time and Shen Mingbei was muddle-headed with sleep.
Suddenly, he felt someone touch his forehead, their hands cold – it didn’t seem to be Xiao Zhang.
He wanted to open his eyes, but his eyelids felt heavy and his breathing rough.
Several people came in and out of the ward as they talked about something, making Shen Mingbei’s mind buzz – he still couldn’t wake up. He just felt this kind of small illness wasn’t as bad as to lead to an expert consultation

It wasn’t until he completely lost consciousness that he felt his hearing clear up.
He slept a lot more comfortably this time. When Shen Mingbei woke up again, the ward was empty – nobody was there. The IV catheter in the back of his hand had already been pulled out. There was still a hemostatic bandage on his hand; his thin blood vessels looked slightly pitiful.
By the head of his bed, he saw a new phone box, a note and calling card pressed on top of it.
[Brother Shen, something came up at home, so I’ve gone back first.]
It was Xiao Zhang’s.
Xiao Zhang was truly reliable!
Shen Mingbei wanted to look through his new phone, but he lacked the strength. He lied down, then awkwardly climbed back up and hastily rushed to find a toilet.
After exiting the ward and asking directions from a nurse, Shen Mingbei was about to hurry off before someone called out from behind, “Mingbei!”
Shen Mingbei subconsciously turned his head; he couldn’t find any familiar faces.
In the next moment, a person stood in front of him.
The person before him was dressed in Western-styled clothing, a document in his hand, the addition of his gold-rimmed glasses making him appear handsome and refined. He looked at Shen Mingbei’s confused expression, and initiatively said, “It really is you – I thought I saw wrong.
I’m Gu Yibai. We used to be classmates many years ago, in middle school; I sat a row behind you.”
Shen Mingbei took a closer look at the person in front of him; he indeed looked familiar, but during middle school, there was a sudden change in family circumstances so he was busy every day and didn’t have a good relationship with his classmates.
“Looking at you, I just know you don’t remember.”
Gu Yibai seemed to notice Shen Mingbei couldn’t remember him, so he took the initiative to resolve the awkwardness.
He spoke of how after he graduated, he went to study law and was now a lawyer; he came to the hospital today for a customer. As he explained, he also gave Shen Mingbei a business card, giving him an opportunity to contact him whenever he was free.
But Gu Yibai was probably very busy; after stuffing the business card, he shook Shen Mingbei’s hand. Although he held it for quite a long time, Gu Yibai still left in a hurry. “There are still matters to handle in the business office

I’ll see you next time!”
After he finished speaking, he hastily left.
Shen Mingbei stood in place and thought for a good while – en, must be a fellow who wants to expand his network.
After all, he was a celebrity in the entertainment circle; it’d be quite convenient to have a lawyer friend.
Thinking of this, Shen Mingbei placed the business card in his pocket.
As he bowed his head, he found another pair of shoes in front of him – someone was standing there.
That person was standing quite close; Shen Mingbei subconsciously took a step back before looking at them. He strangely said, “President Qu?”
Qu Lang had just come out from the department head’s office and wanted to check up on Shen Mingbei; as a result, he caught this fellow out here looking as if he’d just gotten out from bed – as if he hadn’t woken up yet
 Looking at others with his misty, almond eyes, anyone who didn’t know would’ve thought he was trying to seduce someone!
Thinking of this, Qu Lang glanced at Shen Mingbei’s pocket but didn’t say anything; he directly reached out to hold Shen Mingbei’s hand.
He’d just prepared to accuse him of such cold hands, but before the words could even come out, Shen Mingbei ‘whooshed’ his hands out.
“Ah, I still have some matters to attend to – President Qu, suit yourself.”
Shen Mingbei didn’t mind having his hand suddenly grabbed; he just remembered he came out to find a toilet, but since he was interrupted by Gu Yibai just then, he had to solve his physiological problem now.
Qu Lang was left to stand there as he watched Shen Mingbei hurriedly rush to the bathroom; suddenly, as if his humour had been poked, a corner of his lips curved up.
His years in the entertainment circle were clearly not short anymore, yet he was still so delicate; how could he not understand one’s meaningful glances?

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Shen Mingbei didn’t know why Qu Lang came to the hospital, but he couldn’t just drive him away; besides, he was put under an IV drip by a nurse again, so he couldn’t walk or run.
In order to make the atmosphere seem less awkward, Shen Mingbei could only use his free hand to examine his new phone.
Phones really were the new century’s greatest device for resolving awkwardness.
Although they’d been married for many years, he and Qu Lang actually had very few private conversations.
Most of the time, the Qingtang Bay villa was like a hotel Qu Lang frequented; when Shen Mingbei was not filming elsewhere, he was like a permanent starring actor.
Oh, other starring actors had to communicate with poetry and song verses – acting as culture snobs – but Qu Lang would always leave early and return late; in fact, apart from driving together, he and Qu Lang never even showed their faces to each other.
Qu Lang suddenly asked him, “When your phone broke, why didn’t you contact me?”
Shen Mingbei was shocked; if his phone broke, he could just buy a new one, why did he have to contact him? He and Qu Lang
 But these words were definitely inappropriate to say aloud; regardless of their private relationship, they had to maintain an adult-like etiquette under the spotlight.
Shen Mingbei could only ambiguously explain, “There were a few matters that needed handling yesterday, so I didn’t have time to take it into consideration.”
Qu Lang knew of Shen Mingbei’s ‘hitting people’ trending topic; when Yu Kang came to him in such an anxious manner

Fortunately, the PR worked quickly to clarify this matter.
However, the heat was still there; no matter if it was a celebrity hitting someone or a family dispute involving domestic violence, they were all very topical.
Celebrities needed heat, but it’d be better if there were less negative news like this.
“I can help.”
After Qu Lang finished speaking, he received a call from his assistant, then never came back.
Shen Mingbei wasn’t that mindful of Qu Lang’s presence – or lack of it thereof. After he finally finished setting up his phone, he contacted Xiao Zhang; only after determining that Xiao Zhang’s family matter wasn’t a big deal did he feel slightly more relieved. Shen Mingbei started surfing the internet; when he opened Weibo, he saw Lin Xiang’s grand trending topic.
The《Feng Yue》crew posted Lin Xiang’s set makeup photos.
Lin Xiang’s stage costume was very lovely – there was a set of white, fluttering cheongsam and a set of black counterparts; two kinds of temperaments that relied on the modelling, makeup and hairstyles. They were especially eye-catching.
The entire Weibo seemed to be discussing Lin Xiang.
Seeing his original costumes on Lin Xiang, Shen Mingbei felt a little frustrated and turned off his phone screen before throwing it to his pillow. He lied down and turned over, then suddenly realised now that everyone’s attention was on Lin Xiang, there were very few discussions of him.
For a piece of greater news to come out just in time to distract everyone – was this Qu Lang’s ‘help’?
The White Moonlight received heat and the ‘Cannon Fodder’ was also content – this solution was quite satisfactory for both parties!
Shen Mingbei didn’t know why Qu Lang hadn’t mentioned divorce to him; maybe it was because Lin Xiang had just returned from China, and it wasn’t appropriate yet? Thinking of Qu Lang’s busy schedule, maybe it was because he didn’t have time.
It couldn’t be Qu Lang was trying to reap the bliss of a harmonious harem, right?