Chapter 48: "I'm not crying."

Fragile and weak48

"Lu Beihuai, are you kidding me?"

Song Qie sighed, feeling dizzy as he held out his hand toward Lu Beihuai, "Give me the socks, I have to go back."

"Nothing but thanks for taking care of you last night?" Lu Beihuai tries to calm his relative down, not to get excited at the sight of Song Qie, and walks over to him and bends down to pick up the white boardshorts.

Walk over to Song Qie and crouch down.

Probably because of the taller body, Asian squatting has always been squatting barely, only one side of the knee to touch the bottom of the kneeling.

Song Qie saw Lu Beihuai trying to do this again, and hurriedly put her feet away, "What are you doing, I'll wear it myself."

The ankles were still held in big hands, the very strong kind.

Lu Beihuai held the bottom of this slightly cool foot in his palm, placed the foot on his knee, and looked up at Song Qie faintly : "If there's nothing you can thank me for don't refuse."

Song Qie was puzzled by the logic, "And to you helping me with my shoes is a thank you?"

Trying to pull away from the foot.

Lu Beihuai didn't let the foot go, didn't say a word, took the confiscated sock out of his pocket, took hold of the slender ankle and put the sock on him, then took the other sock out of the shoe.

He was very familiar with his movements, and he seemed to be enjoying the process of taking care of him without the slightest bit of disdain.

"Song Qie, are you that defenseless against anyone?"

"Which is not."

"You'll come with me when I say so, and you're not afraid of what I did to you last night?"

"So what did you do?"

Lu Beihuai was silent again.

Song Qie looked down at Lu Beihuai, who was helping himself to his socks and shoes, and felt a strange sensation on the man's serious face, though he could understand why Lu Beihuai was holding a grudge against himself, which was nothing more than a way to get back at past bullies.

He said he wanted revenge, but what he did to him didn't seem like revenge at all.

He wasn't stupid, he didn't like boys, but he knew some normal human feelings.

"Lu Beihuai."

Lu Beihuai helped Song Qie tie up her shoes, "Speak."

"Are you really not gay?" Song Qie asked.

"No." Lu Beihuai stood up very calmly and confidently as he added, "Because I'm not interested in all male-to-male videos, I find them disgusting."

Song Qie : "...... Oh."

It wasn't necessary to tell him in that much detail, he just asked.

"What, are you moved?" Lu Beihuai saw Song Qie sitting on the edge of the bed, the hair sticking up on the top of his head looked like it had caught his eye, and he let out a light laugh, "The cost of a heartbeat shouldn't be too cheap, don't be moved to the point that it has to be someone just because they put on your shoes and take care of you for a night."

Song Qie nods in approval, "Uh-huh."

That's true.

Lu Beihuai was inexplicably speechless when she saw him nodding so approvingly.

Song Qie looked to Lu Beihuai : "Being a human should not be too easy to move oneself, doing these things only moved oneself that's a bit pathetic. Of course, I'm not talking about you."

Lu Beihuai: "......"

Song Qie stood up and smiled, "But I still want to thank you for the trouble last night, I'm really sorry if I said anything I shouldn't have last night."

"You said you liked me." Lu Beihuai said.

"That's impossible." Song Qie was sure of herself, "You dreamed it, didn't you?"

Lu Beihuai was again speechless.

Song Qie shrugged as he picked up his own cell phone on the nightstand and saw a large string of messages from Hassan, "I'll be heading back then, Hassan's looking for me in the library."

Just as he opened the door to his dormitory, a very social death sentence came from behind him.

"You sat on my toilet as soon as you entered my dorm yesterday and told me you were constipated."

Boom--

The door was instantly slammed shut with a force that was the extent of a life-threatening escape.

Lu Beihuai stared at the door that was closed, as if he had found the feeling of winning, the corners of his lips slightly raised, and after a while he returned to indifference, raised his hand and fiercely slapped himself.

Laughing?

What are you laughing at.

It's hilarious to know what Song Qie's constipation has to offer.

He turned and walked to the kitchen, intending to make a laxative millet and pumpkin porridge to nourish his stomach.

......

"Huh? Nothing happened to you guys last night?"

Hassan turns to Song Qie, who is brushing his teeth, and is shocked at how there's no spark at all, thanks to the space he gave them last night.

"What's going to happen, I have nothing to happen with him, we're both straight." Song Qie speaks vaguely with foam in her mouth.

Although he thinks Lu Beihuai is not too straight.

Just then, Hassan quickly walked over to Song Qie, and as if he saw something, he ripped open his collar and saw a suspicious strawberry mark: "Still saying nothing happened, you have a strawberry mark!"

Song Qie : "?" He took away his toothbrush and craned his head to look at it but couldn't see it, "What strawberry prints?"

Hassan took out his cell phone and took a picture of the strawberry mark on the back of his neck, then handed it to Song Qie: "Look."

Song Qie looked closer at the tiny red mark on the photo, about the size of a fingernail, and hesitantly said, "Strawberry mark, mustn't it be sucked?"

"Yeah, he kissed you?" Hassan raised his eyebrows in a teasing smile and nudged him, "Oh~ drunkenness."

Song Qie touched her calf, "But I don't feel sick anywhere, do I?"

"Touch the front for what, touch the back." Hassan sees him touching the calf and pats his ass, "Does it hurt here?"

Song Qie shakes her head and nods again, "Constipation hurts."

Hassan was speechless and rolled his eyes, "Didn't ask you that." Suddenly a powerful thought occurred to him, and he glared, "Could ...... Patrick be Strong 0?"

Song Qie didn't bother to listen to her roommate's nonsense any longer, and lowered her head to rinse her mouth and wash her face before pulling a washcloth and wiping her face, "I'll be in the library all morning working on my dissertation, I have a domestic meeting at 3:00 p.m., and then I have to go to Washington, D.C., for a strategy session at Red Feather Capital next Wednesday."

He's sure nothing happened last night, and he thinks Lu Beihuai is crazy but not that bad.

Hassan looked at Song Qie with surprise: "Ah, you're able to attend the strategy meeting? Isn't it for executives and investors? So ...... you're really planning to enter Red Feather Capital? I heard that several VCs have thrown you an olive branch."

"Isn't there still Pearl Investment Bank and QH Investment Bank?"

Song Qie throws her washcloth into the waste basket, removes last night's top from her body and throws it into the waste basket next to her, then raises her hand to signal Hassan : "I'm going to take a shower."

After saying that, he closed the restroom door behind him.

"Eh eh eh eh eh--" Hassan hurriedly stopped, poked his head into the doorway again, and looked at Song Qie with a smile, "Just satisfy my curiosity."

"There's an old Chinese saying that you'd rather be the head of the chicken than the tail of the phoenix." Song Qie covered Hassan's face with her hand and pushed him gently towards the door, laughing, "I enjoy climbing upwards."

That's a true statement.

It is true that many VCs, including top financial institutions, have thrown olive branches at him, and he is not a finance major, but many headhunters have probed into his Chinese stock market algorithm, which is something new he learned only after he entered the field of pure mathematics, and a model that he has only been bold enough to use and practice in the past two years.

Once upon a time there is no opportunity, he can only follow the path arranged for him by his parents, will not give him the opportunity to venture capital, as the heir of the family must inherit the family business, but the family's industry is not what he is interested in, but also graduated and returned to China the day of the car accident.

Maybe it was all meant to be.

Love, life, freedom, and life were once again placed before him, and this time he would not put life second; life should be followed by freedom.

It wasn't that he didn't miss the past and wasn't thankful for it, it was his parents who had cultivated him, but he was like a caged bird that wanted to build up the ability to fly away or go back obediently.

So now he's free and he has his own choices and judgment.

Not necessarily overpaid to poach him.

Including and Huai Investment Bank.

What will keep him must be of interest to him.

......

The sunlight pours into the library, and the young man writing a paper in a corner is quiet and focused, a face that always attracts attention in the West, if at all.

For being white, delicate and beautiful.

As well as the warm and scholarly aura of his body, it made an inexplicably calm human atmosphere settle around him.

I don't know if it's some kind of agonizingly tricky thing, hand cupping his forehead, brow wrinkled without stretching.

"Such a coincidence."

Song Qie's hand pinching her forehead gave a start, and at the sound of the voice, she raised her eyes and saw Lu Beihuai appearing in front of her, somewhat surprised, "Why are you here?"

"I want to ask you a question." Lu Beihuai sat next to Song Qie and put the thermos cup in his hand in front of him, "I heard Uncle Song say that you borrowed fifty million dollars from him in the beginning for me and took it to invest in Shanhai Technology, how did you think of investing in chips at that time?"

And Huai Capital is a brand split from Song Capital in China, which is called And Huai Capital in the U.S. market and remains Song Capital in China.

At that time, Song's capital investment field is not in science and technology, focusing on insurance and health care, Song's capital as the ranking is not the forefront of the domestic investment company, because of a move to take a large number of Nvidia graphics chips, into the field of ai chips, into the chip at that time to get the chip the most of the domestic companies, which has produced a lot of chain reaction.

It is also a new opportunity.

And this opportunity he heard was given direction by Song Qie.

It sounds a bit ridiculous. Before 18, Song Qie was uneducated, but after 18, Song Qie turned into gold, is it possible?

What's the difference between Song Qie before 18 and Song Qie after 18?

He'd been thinking about it all night, and none of the logic seemed to hold up.

Song Qie looked at this put in front of their own thermos, ghostly thought of this morning's picture, he heard Lu Beihuai said more headache: "When I borrowed 50 million for you? You open your mouth. Also, do you still call Uncle Song now? He's your dad."

"So I'm supposed to forgive him, when I lost eighteen years of my life because of their negligence, when my adoptive father's mistakes weren't even punished as they should have been, and my biological father he even turned toward you."

"What toward me?" Song Qie frowns.

"The thing about you leaving, where you went he didn't tell me." Lu Beihuai unscrewed the thermos and pushed it in front of Song Qie again, "Drink it."

Song Qie froze, "What's that?"

"Just drink it." Lu Beihuai's tone was cold, leaning back in his chair, his eyes unable to see the slightest emotion.

"Then I won't drink." Song Qie felt a terrible headache, there were still tens of thousands of words of thesis yet to be finished, really did not have the patience to go round and round with Lu Beihuai, finished without paying any more attention, continued to knock on the keyboard, frowning tightly.

Oblivious to the fact that this tone of his speech oozed impatience, making someone's mood instantly gloomy and low.

Beside the window, the cool demeanor seriously focused on the keyboard of the youth, pursed lips, eyebrows will not stretch, pinch every now and then, seemingly serious, the body is permeated with a few points of anxiety.

If you look hard enough, the face and lips are starting to turn a little white.

Even the hands on the keyboard shook a little.

Lu Beihuai, who was already in a bad mood, sensed that Song Qie wasn't quite right, he reached out to hold the man's hand on the keyboard and felt it shaking terribly, "Is there any part of you that isn't feeling well?"

"...... there." Song Qie said, suddenly leaned back heavily on the back of the chair, panting hard, feeling a splitting headache and a wrenching heart, opening her mouth, breathing heavily, and tears instantly falling from her eyes.

He also didn't expect to be out of breath all of a sudden.

Obviously, I had taken my medication on time in the morning.

Lu Beihuai's face abruptly sank, and in a very short time he allowed himself to calm down, as he immediately picked Song Qie up from the chair and sat down in place with him in his arms, so that he was immediately half-recumbent in his arms.

Hassan, who happened to be walking by, saw what was happening and ran over in fear: "What's wrong, Adrian!"

"Get me a bottle of water!" Lu Beihuai saw Song Qie's face instantly turn white, breathing rapidly, closing her eyes in pain with tears streaming down her face, his heart trembled slightly, holding on with one hand and restraining the pressure to free one hand to take out the emergency medicine from his pocket.

Then he parted Song Qie's lips and shoved the medicine under his tongue.

And that's when Song Qie's overheated body temperature was felt... this guy has a fever?

"Coming!" Hassan handed Lu Beihuai the mineral water in his hand immediately, seeing Song Qie in this state, he was so scared that his feet went limp: "Should I call an ambulance first ......"

"...... It hurts." Song Qie gasped and burst into tears, the first time he'd ever felt his chest hurt that bad, right between gasps, and the next second, a breath didn't come, and his consciousness was instantly engulfed in darkness.

Abruptly, he closed his eyes.

Lu Beihuai thought the nitroglycerin would ease Song Qie's condition, but instead he saw his eyes suddenly close, his wheezing breaths disappearing in an instant, and his body sinking against him.

His body shuddered and his whole body tensed as if something had hit him hard in the head.

"...... ambulance."

It seems like he's always extra bad.

It makes things extra, extra bad every time.

It's not meant to be.

Lu Beihuai looks over to Hassan and sees that he's already anxiously on the phone, then lowers his head and gently pats Song Qie's face, probably thinking it's not the right thing to do, and changes it to a caress, but his fingertips can't stop trembling.

"...... Song Qie, if you don't drink it, don't drink it, that's just millet pumpkin porridge, why are you throwing a tantrum." The tone was dripping with tightness.

Seeing that Song Qie did not respond at all, her eyes reddened, a level of anxiety and panic that she did not even realize filled her heart, and her chagrin gradually turned into self-condemnation.

He lowered his head and touched Song Qie's hot forehead, but he couldn't hear the breathing of the person in his arms, and his head 'buzzed', instantly going blank.

The heart felt like it was being choked hard by something.

"Baby ......"

"I'll stop nagging."

"...... You don't scare me like that."

The almost trembling voice took on a choked, even pleading quality.

It was the college nurse who ended up arriving at the library first to do emergency measures and put on oxygen to get the breathing rate to keep up.

But emergency care here can drive a person crazy, and access to medical care is notoriously complicated and slow.

Hassan would never have guessed that Lu Beihuai, who had to wait in the emergency room for hours before, would go in right away after a crazy episode in the emergency room, but of course, it was because of the urgency of the situation.

And ......

The man even cried.

He was anxious, but he felt the extent of Lu Beihuai's--

Definitely not a casual acquaintance with his roommate.

He doesn't believe there's a story in his past, otherwise he'd be crying like this.

"Stop crying and wipe your tears." Hassan sighs and hands Lu Beihuai a tissue.

Lu Beihuai took it and wiped the tears off his face without expression, "I didn't cry."

Hassan: "......"

So who was the one who just went crazy and he filmed it all.