After meeting my deceased wife, I became the male lead's rival in love

Chapter 40

Ling Qiu couldn't figure out why Fang Ziyue, who had good looks, figure, means and wealth, would miss her.

In September, the weather turns cooler.The autumn rain hit the window densely, leaving behind a curtain of life-like cold air that penetrated into the crevices of Lingqiu's bones.

Ling Qiu clasped her knees tightly with her fingers, lowered her head, her pale face was covered with cold sweat, her lips and teeth were trembling, and she hummed uncontrollably.

Obviously they are two rotten meats that have been discarded and useless, but they always show their sense of existence at this time.

Like a blunt instrument piercing through the cracks in the bones, the water glass on the table was knocked over by Ling Qiu's trembling hands. She didn't care about pouring water, and took out two painkillers and put them in her mouth.

The pills that were so bitter that the lips and teeth were numb didn't take effect so quickly. Lingqiu's upper body was pressed against her legs, and she couldn't curl up her legs. She could only use this method to try to relieve the pain in her legs...

Fang Ziyue, who is still working outside, doesn't know that her wife is in pain at home, and she is sick and avoids doctors.

Ling Qiu's personal doctor is just a display, unless she is dying of illness, Ling Qiu never calls her over.

She hated going to the doctor as much as she hated going to the hospital.

Lingqiu, who was so painful that she had tinnitus, was drenched in cold sweat and her clothes were sticky, as if her leg was broken and thrown into the pool when she was 12 years old. She was cold and so painful that she couldn't breathe...

"Boss, Mr. Wang invited you to dinner, will you go?" The little assistant held an invitation letter in his hand.

Ever since her boss revealed her abilities to the outside world, she has been invited every day, and she is very popular.

"No." Fang Ziyue refused straight away.

She signed the last paper and left work on time.

"There are people waiting at home, and I will not accept any invitations or work overtime when I eat and sleep in the future."

"..." Seeing his boss walk away chicly with a wave of his hands, the little assistant clenched his sleeves enviously and jealously.

Woohoo, she also wants to get off work!

When I returned to Ling's house, there were more honest and capable servants in the house that had been emptied. As soon as Fang Ziyue entered, someone came to report.

"Sister Yueyue, the eldest lady hasn't left the room all morning. Aunt Li said that the voice of the eldest lady is not right. Sister Yueyue, why don't you go up and have a look first?"

As for the kitchen, they have already prepared all the ingredients, and Fang Ziyue will come down to cook after watching it, and it won't take too long.

The woman who had just entered the house was terrified when she heard the words, and she ran upstairs quickly.

The uneasiness in my heart is getting bigger and bigger with the rain outside.

She seems to have forgotten that her wife's leg is hurt!

"Lord Patriarch?" Fang Ziyue knocked on the door symbolically, and within two seconds, Fang Ziyue, who got no response, pushed open the door anxiously.

The curtains in the room were all drawn and closed, making it impossible to see clearly in the dark room.Fang Ziyue reached out to turn on the light and looked at the bedside. Suddenly, her whole body became cold and her blood flowed backwards.

"Lingqiu!"

The trembling woman fell to the ground, unconscious from the pain, her sweaty hair sticking to her face and neck, only her blue lips were bitten by her teeth, leaving a mouth full of rusty taste.

Fang Ziyue was so scared out of her wits by her embarrassing appearance that she called the doctor while hugging her to bed.

Lingqiu's slender fingers tentatively hooked Fang Ziyue's sleeves in pain. She seemed to recognize him, but also seemed to be just grasping for a straw.

The doctor from Ling's family came quickly and treated Ling Qiu's leg pain in time. As soon as the IV was put on, he was called out by Fang Ziyue with a dark face.

"Can her leg be healed?"

The information given to her by the system was incomplete, and she had to check many things by herself.

But the matter about Lingqiu's legs seems to have been deliberately erased by Lingqiu himself, Fang Ziyue failed to find out.

The doctor came to Ling's house later, she didn't know the reason for Lingqiu's injury, so she could only tell Fang Ziyue the result.

"Unfortunately, it can't be cured."

The Ling family has risen for so many years, with money and power, doctors at home and abroad, and Chinese medicine practitioners, Lingqiu has looked for all he can find.

But because her broken leg was thrown into the pool and failed to be healed in time, these two legs are now completely useless, and she will never be able to stand up again in this life.

It took Lingqiu six years to accept this fact. In six years, she went from nervous and broken to calm and mature.

But accepting the fact doesn't mean she doesn't feel the pain.

Every rainy day, her legs hurt so much that she wished she could saw them off.

Passing out from pain has happened many times, and she can't remember the exact number of words.Sometimes after waking up from the pain, she realized that it was raining harder and the cold was getting heavier.

Then there is the endless pain.Bear with it, one night and two nights, and if it takes a long time, the pain will pass for a week.

Fang Ziyue's face turned black, she didn't even know that Lingqiu was so tolerant!

"Then do you know why she doesn't want to see a doctor?" Fang Ziyue didn't give up any chance to explore.

She almost desperately wanted to know about Ling Qiu's past. In the past, she wanted Ling Qiu to tell her personally, as a rare tenderness and romance of the cold and serious Patriarch.

Now she didn't dare to wait any longer, she was afraid that if she waited for a while, the grave mound her wife made herself would be as tall as a person.

"This..." The doctor hesitated.

Although she knew a little bit, it was Miss Ling's personal privacy anyway, and she couldn't disclose it.

Seeing this, Fang Ziyue pressed her fingers between her eyebrows, and said in a low and helpless tone, "You can also see that the Patriarch is like this, if no one is around to watch over him, something will happen."

The doctor hesitated and agreed.After all, the health of the patient is the most important thing.

"I only became her personal doctor when Master Ling was 20 years old. At that time, Master Ling was in very poor health."

To what extent is it so bad that it can be said that we have lived today without tomorrow.

Not only physical illnesses, but also chronic poison remaining in the body.

"I heard from Uncle Liu, who has been in Ling's house for a long time, that the poison was given by Mrs. Ling."

It is said that the poison of a tiger does not eat its offspring. The doctor couldn't figure out why Madam Ling treated her like that since she gave birth to Lingqiu.

"The medicine was given by the doctor who Mrs. Ling invited to treat Master Ling's leg injury."

Most importantly, Ling Qiu had treated that doctor sincerely.Because her cheerfulness and earnestness touched Lingqiu, who was covered with depression in the most difficult period. Facing the sunshine, those who dragged in the mud wanted to reach out and hold it, and then hid it in their hearts.

But in the end...it was a poisonous sharp blade that pierced Lingqiu's heart viciously, piercing her to pieces.

Fang Ziyue ground her molars when she heard this, no wonder her wife's heart is locked so tightly!

"I don't know any more. If you really want to know, maybe you can ask Patriarch Ling."

Before Lingqiu was 12 years old, she lived a carefree life, thinking that she could be a little princess who would last forever. From the age of 12, he was almost collapsed by leg injuries and parents in six years.

At 21, I lived to death, struggled from the pain and the quagmire, and learned to climb up by stepping on the bones of betrayers and enemies. At 22, Lingjia rose.

It has been another six years now, and there is no hurdle in the heart of a fast-moving woman that she can't get over.

At least in the eyes of the doctor, Ling Qiu never hides her past, and she will not regard her pain as an unspeakable scandal.

"You should ask the Patriarch." The doctor shook his head, this should be the fastest way to obtain information.

Fang Ziyue said that Patriarch Ling's past had been erased. From the doctor's point of view, this strong woman probably didn't want others to sympathize with her because of her tragic experience.

But not afraid of being ridiculed by others.

Does a person who can sit in this position really have anything to fear?

The doctor admired Patriarch Ling very much, for being able to stand out from a group of people with complete hands and feet, and to break out of a group of men.

She has a strong heart.

"it is good."

At this point, Fang Ziyue has nothing to ask.

After sending the doctor away, Fang Ziyue sat on the edge of the bed, holding Ling Qiu's cold hand on her lips, feeling so distressed that her eyes burned.

She came too late, if she could come earlier, before Ling Qiu was 12 years old, how good would it be?

She will treat Ling Qiu like a real little princess.

In the dream, Lingqiu, who was thrown into the early winter pool again by her father with a blurred and hideous face, suddenly touched a soft and warm fur ball in the cold and suffocation.

The golden fur ball landed on her fingertips, playfully kissing her fingers and kissing her joints.

A warm current slowly flowed through her limbs from the place where she was kissed, and the cold pool water around her body turned into soft clouds in a flash.

Who else is humming a sweet song to lull her to sleep.

The pain in her legs could no longer be felt, replaced by a burning sensation on her knees, which was warm and drove away the coldness in her bones.

It was the happiest rainy day she had ever had.

At least until today.

Lingqiu opened her eyes in a daze, with a pale face, looking at the woman who was compressing her knee through the dim light.

Looking at the clock in a blink of an eye, the hour hand has just passed eleven o'clock.

Ling Qiu pursed her lips... This man came back early.

"have you eaten?"

The sudden sound made the movements of Fang Ziyue's hands stop, she tilted her head, and looked over with distressed and gentle eyes.

"Wake you up?"

"No."

Ling Qiu shook her head, trying to support herself to sit up, but found that her arms were so weak that she couldn't lift them up.

Seeing this, she simply gave up, nestled under the quilt and enjoyed Fang Ziyue's care for her.

The rain outside hadn't stopped, and the warm lights shone on the two of them without warmth, but they were extraordinarily warm.

Ling Qiu quietly watched Fang Ziyue's busy work, and her rarely gentle eyes fell on Fang Ziyue's eyebrows when she was sick.

Looking at her serious appearance, her pursed red lips and her expression as if facing a formidable enemy, it seems that she is silently reading that she really cares about herself.

Ling Qiu has never seen Fang Ziyue at work, but at this moment, she feels that this is the most attractive side of Fang Ziyue she has ever seen.

"Today's lunch was made by Xiaoge and the others. I told them about the foods you should avoid. They are good at cooking. The lunch should suit your appetite."

Throwing the medicine bag in her hand into the trash can, Fang Ziyue did not forget to cover Lingqiu with a quilt, and said: "Since you are awake, don't go to sleep again, we will talk about it after dinner."

Sitting up with Fang Ziyue's strength, Ling Qiu asked her back: "Where are you going?"

Hearing what she said, Fang Ziyue probably didn't eat lunch at home in all likelihood.

"I'll go out slowly." Fang Ziyue clenched her fists where Ling Qiu couldn't see.

Now she wants to ask Ling Qiu's past with all her heart, but...

Ling Qiu narrowed his eyes, and took the woman's hand behind her back.

She had no strength in her hands, and she pushed Fang Ziyue's clenched fist away without much effort, and she glanced at Fang Ziyue's pinched red palm.

After watching for two seconds, suddenly, as if teaching a child, he raised his hand high and slapped Fang Ziyue's palm.

Holding it high and putting it lightly, the words came out calmly with a bit of helplessness: "Eat first."

She probably left a friend behind.

Ling Qiu frowned, admitting defeat, and said in a low voice, "After dinner, I'll tell you."