Du Jiawen was obviously panicked: "Xiao Chuang, I didn't mean that, I just wanted to..."
What on earth was he thinking? From the United States to China, he had never figured this out. He didn't know whether he was willing to take away the child that was being conceived in Xiang Xiaochuang's belly.
"I...can't keep him, can I?" Xiang Xiaochuang raised his head, tears streaming down his face.
"Not necessarily..." Du Jiawen said weakly, "Let's think about it again, okay?"
The answer seemed to be ready to come out. Looking at Du Jiawen's straight nose and slightly frowning eyebrows, Xiang Xiaochuang understood that neither she nor her child could be recognized.
My body suddenly seemed to have lost its support, and my legs were already overwhelmed and were about to fall to the ground.
Du Jiawen hurriedly supported her, looking at the face in his arms, which had turned pale gold, with a touch of bright red, and finally pulled away her lips.
"Xiaochuang, I don't want you to take away the child!" Du Jiawen growled lowly, "I don't want to do that either, do you know? If I wanted to, I would take him away even before you knew it.
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Xiang Xiaochuang's eyes moved one minute and then another.
There is not even a cloud in the sky. There is a small courtyard in the hospital with some plants planted just right. A few new chrysanthemums have just bloomed, adding a bit of vitality to the solemn atmosphere of the hospital.
The wind blowing seems to be wrapped in a hint of sweet fragrance, which is the unique sweet taste of chrysanthemums.
"Take it off at that time, I don't know... that's fine." Xiang Xiaochuang said in a low voice, his expression was dazed, and as the light flickered, he felt indescribable sadness.
Du Jiawen's heart felt as if someone had hit him hard, and he felt a dull pain. He opened his mouth and wanted to explain a few more words, but it always felt unnecessary, so he just remained silent to her.
Xiang Xiaochuang felt even more chilly, as if the slightly blowing autumn wind was like a knife, gouging out her heart. The hope she was holding now looked like a crushed piece of paper.
The ticket stub was tossed by the washing machine and fell into pieces in the sun, never to be put back together again.
"We..." Du Jiawen's hand fell on her shoulder, but he did not dare to use force, and supported her body with one arm.
She seemed like a broken doll, ready to fall at any time. Life became so light, like a gently flowing river, that it actually made him feel that he was miles away from her.
"Go back to work." Xiang Xiaochuang suddenly stood up on his own, no longer relying on his strength. An illusory smile even appeared on his lips, like the soap bubbles on the sea, rising one after another in the sun.
Disillusioned.
Several sycamore leaves fell down, landing on their shoulders, collars and black hair. Xiang Xiaochuang stretched out his hand and caught a small half-yellow but not yellow sycamore leaf, which was carved into a heart shape in a trance.
"How about I send you back to rest? You don't seem to be in good spirits." Du Jiawen asked cautiously.
"No, there are still a lot of things to do today! Since we can't make a decision yet, why not finish the official business first and then think about it when we go home." Xiang Xiaochuang's back straightened out of nowhere, but he held his palms
The piece of sycamore leaf was carefully tucked into the compartment of the leather bag.
Although Du Jiawen thought her behavior was strange, he didn't dare to ask further.
Her heart seemed to be as far away from him all of a sudden, untouchable.
She got into the car silently, and Xiang Xiaochuang sat in the passenger seat without saying a word. It was as if the uniform scenery on the street was worthy of her deep study.
Because Du Jiawen drove his own car, he did not need to enter from the lobby and took the elevator directly from the underground parking lot.
"Xiaochuang, you..." Du Jiawen called out and wanted to hold her in his arms. However, the cold and hard lines of her jaw clearly kept her away from him.
Sighing dejectedly, Xiang Xiaochuang didn't utter a syllable until they broke up at the door of the office. Silently walking into the assistant's room, Du Jiawen faintly saw her figure reflected on the frosted glass.
Du Jiawen stood in a daze for a few minutes, and finally returned to the office. Looking at the documents on the table, he couldn't calm down at all. His eyes were full of Xiang Xiaochuang's shaky body and her deathly pale face.
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He didn't even dare to look into her eyes, not knowing what kind of emotions were written in them.
Distraught, he dropped a document in his hand. The Chinese characters and English were like jumping notes, which did not allow him to capture the meaning at all.
When the internal phone rang, Du Jiawen saw that it was Xiang Xiaochuang's number and was so happy that he almost danced. Even if she cried or cursed, it would be much better than if she remained silent.
"Xiaochuang!" he shouted.
"There is a meeting this afternoon. I wonder if Liu Dong reminded the president?" Xiang Xiaochuang's voice was actually very calm, and it was impossible to tell that she was once so weak that she seemed to fall down if she was blown by the wind.
"No, you tell her to sort out the information. Just ask her to do these things. Don't be too tired, you know?" He tried to soften his voice as much as possible, "Xiaochang... give me a little more.
Time, don’t make rash decisions, okay?”
Xiang Xiaochuang was silent for a while and then replied calmly: "President, it is working time now. I just want to remind the president that the document needs to be signed."
There was no emotion in her voice, but it made his heart sink slightly. Just as he was about to speak, he heard a "beep beep beep" busy signal. Xiang Xiaochuang hung up without even saying "goodbye".
Telephone.
I hurriedly read the document. It was a document regarding the issuance of additional shares and was to be submitted to the board of directors for decision. Xiang Xiaochuang's beautiful handwriting wrote a few lines of explanation on the attached white paper.
After comparing it one by one and reading it again, Du Jiawen showed a knowing smile. Xiang Xiaochuang was indeed particularly sensitive to numbers and raised a solid question about the expected numbers.
After pondering for a moment, he called Niu Tiancheng and reconfirmed it. He asked him to prepare the materials again before the afternoon meeting, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
He rubbed his left temple. Compared to official matters, Xiang Xiaochuang's affairs bothered him more.
The most terrible thing was that he didn't know Xiang Xiaochuang's thoughts at all. However, he felt that Xiang Xiaochuang didn't want to get rid of the child. In fact, he suddenly felt a kind of flesh-and-blood pity for the newly conceived child.
If he was really willing, he could have settled the matter unknowingly when he was in the United States. But, it was his and Xiang Xiaochuang's child, so how could he do it?
The efficiency of the whole morning was a bit frightening. Du Jiawen finally got rid of the documents he was pretending to look at, opened the door of the president's office, and walked straight to the assistant's room opposite.
Just as he was about to squeeze out a smile, he immediately panicked: "Xiaochang!"