Chapter 75: I Just... Want to Hear His Breath. (2/2)

While the cellphone was still in his hand, which suddenly rang. Ziyu glanced the number as he came to earth, ‘Wenxu Jiang again.’

He now felt calm towards this man. He’d better spend the time taking care of Zhishu, because he didn't want to waste time on trifles.

”What do you want?”

Wenxu Jiang sounded weak and hoarse, ”Is Zhishu with you?” He was now at the hospital, alcoholic poisoning plus the heart attack. Last night, Assistant Song was worried about him so he came to his house. He knocked on the door but no one answered. Luckily, he had the spare key, or else, Wenxu Jiang would be in real danger.

”He's asleep,” Ziyu Ai couldn't be bothered to waste his breath with him. He picked up the phone just because he didn't want to receive endless calls from Jiang, ”Speak or I'll hang up.”

Wenxu Jiang couldn't get through this tough time. He was weak both physically and emotionally, wanting company. He lay in bed thinking, ‘Zhishu must hurt one hundred times more than him in his chemotherapies but he was all alone. How long would he recover in the bed to be able to make his way home?’ The more he thought, he sadder he got. Wenxu Jiang even wished himself could suffer more because he could at least somewhat feel the pain Zhishu had been through.

He missed Zhishu so much. He couldn't see Zhishu, but could only make phone calls. Not until he coughed for a while, did he manage to steady his breath. ”Um... Could you let me listen? I won't wake him up. I just... want to hear his breath.”

Ziyu Ai sneered; he could finally let out his emotions that he repressed since last night. ”President Jiang, you disgust me very much. Are you putting on a bitter play here? Huh? Am I the wretched homewrecker in your play? Don't you forget that you went out and found your lovers; you abandoned Zhishu He. What's your charade here? I'd respect you if you could just give me him and wish us the best!” Yes... You abandoned him first but why did you leave a mark on his heart? Seriously... It can't be a fair game.

”I'll hang up then. Take good care of him.”

Ziyu wanted to smash the phone onto the ground but he controlled himself because the shouting Zhishu made in his dreams last night flashed in his mind. Love overcame jealousy.

Zhishu was still in sleep when he got upstairs, probably because the fever was just gone and he was very exhausted.

Ziyu Ai bent down and tucked Zhishu He in, took his phone out after a brief pause. He took a photo of Zhishu in sleep. The light was dark and the angle was bad. It was a lousy shot.

He sent the photo to Wenxu Jiang. He thought for a second and saved it on his phone.