Please Come Over

Song Nian pursed her lips, "No." But, just the thought of Qi Yu would upset her.

Zheng Chengyang sighed, "Don't mind my nagging. I'm doing this for your own good. You're a pretty girl out here by yourself. You could easily come across people who are interested in you. If you're not careful, you'll be taken advantage of."

"Taken advantage? How could I be taken advantage of? These things are consensual." Song Nian leaned lazily against the wall while waiting for the elevator.

Zheng Chengyang was shocked by her words. Song Nian glanced at his widened eyes and continued, "Why are you surprised? We're all adults. Aren't these things normal? I'm not an inexperienced young girl."

Zheng Chengyang blinked a few times.

Song Nian raised her eyebrows, "What? Are your eyes cramping?"

Zheng Chengyang opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Song Nian heard a very familiar voice from behind her, "Zheng Chengyang, didn't you bring your cell phone downstairs? Why are you not picking up my calls?"

Song Nian's body froze. She paused for a moment before she slowly turned around. Qi Yu was standing not far away from her. His expression was the same as usual, and nothing was strange about it. Therefore, she was unsure if he had heard what she had just said.

Either way, Song Nian did not feel sorry. She turned around and looked at Zheng Chengyang, "If you have something to do, I'll leave first." After saying that, she didn't wait for Zheng Chengyang to reply. She swaggered into the elevator and passed by Qi Yu and didn't even glance at him.

Qi Yu stood there alone. The woman who had been with him earlier had disappeared, but Song Nian didn't care. Qi Yu suddenly turned around and looked at Song Nian when she passed him by.

The light in the hotel lobby was bright. One could clearly see Song Nian's slightly pale face. Her makeup was radiant today. Her hair was a little messed up in the sea breeze, and it draped loosely over her shoulders, making her look a little fragile.

Qi Yu had never seen Song Nian like this. He and Song Nian didn't spend much time together in the past. She was quiet, obedient, and even a little obsequious and compliant most of the time— he didn't like Song Nian like that.

Song Nian took the elevator back to her room. Her stomach was still a little upset, and she felt like throwing up. Her stomach problems had accumulated over the years. Before she married Qi Yu, her life had been hard, and she was often starved. That's how her stomach problems started. 

Song Nian poured herself a cup of hot water and looked down from the balcony. Qi Yu and Zheng Chengyang were standing at the hotel entrance, talking about something. Qi Yu suddenly raised his head and looked up and happened to make eye contact with her. 

Song Nian was stunned. It would be too late to dodge now. She simply stood there and looked down at him. She didn't know what was wrong with Qi Yu, but he actually raised his head and looked at her, his expression somewhat focused.

In the end, Song Nian's stomach hurt so much that she moved his gaze away and returned to the room. 

In the evening, she woke up in a daze from the pain. It was as if there was a big hand clutching and twisting her stomach. It was agonizing, and she couldn't throw up even if she wanted to, and her stomach was burning. 

She struggled to get up. She didn't even turn on the lights. She rubbed her stomach as she walked into the bathroom and immediately threw up. She didn't eat much at night, so she threw up acid.

Song Nian reached toward the wall with her fingers. When she touched the light switch, she turned it on and saw that the sink was full of blood.

She wiped the corner of her mouth and didn't panic. This had happened before. She turned on the tap to flush out the blood and rinsed her mouth. After feeling better, she climbed back into bed. The clock on the wall pointed to one o'clock in the morning.

Perhaps it was the bleak, dark night that made her moody. Song Nian reckoned that no one would know even if she had died here with a stomach ache. She looked up at the ceiling, wanting to wait until dawn to go out and buy medicine, but it did not seem to work out. In less than ten minutes, her stomach began to act up again. After vomiting a pile of bloody acid, she braced herself and called Zheng Chengyang.

In her mind right now, the only person she could ask for help from was Zheng Chengyang.

Her stomach was throbbing in pain. She pressed hard, and cold sweat kept breaking out on her forehead. Her fingers trembled as she opened her phone's contact list. She narrowed her eyes and carefully confirmed the name on it before dialing the number.

The phone rang. Song Nian put her phone aside and pressed down on her stomach, shrinking into a ball.

The phone rang for a while before it was picked up, "Hello?"

The person on the other end of the phone seemed to have just been woken up. The voice was a little hoarse. Song Nian took a deep breath and forced herself to say, "Zheng Chengyang, I..." Before she could finish her sentence, the urge to throw up hit her again. She retched, "Ugh... I'm feeling a bit unwell. Can you come over for a moment…"

Her voice was weak, and she was completely focused on battling her stomach pain. "Are you alright?" The voice on the other end asked.