"Chu Liangxia, do you always talk this much?" word by word, Feng Ziheng's steady voice fell into her ears, one by one.
"It's okay."
Surprised at first, Chu Liangxia calmly accepted it.
Both of them were well aware of the situation but chose not to speak openly about it; naturally, Chu Liangxia wouldn't take the initiative to lower her emotional intelligence.
Seeing that she realized his intent, she finally quieted down, and Feng Ziheng's eyebrows moved slightly as he continued to drive.
There was silence all the way.
Around half-past ten, the car finally stopped at the hospital entrance.
"Thank you."
Chu Liangxia, opening the car door, turned her head and thanked Feng Ziheng.
After speaking, she didn't wait for Feng Ziheng to respond and got out of the car, quickening her pace toward the hospital.
It wasn't that she was in a great hurry; Lang Lin had informed her over the phone that Lang Xiyuan had been revived, and Chu Liangxia, who didn't get along with Lang Xiyuan, wasn't keen on seeing her.
However, being in the same car with her former fiancé, no matter the reason, was inevitably a bit awkward.
Better to leave quickly.
Feng Ziheng didn't rush to drive away and glanced through the car window, watching Chu Liangxia's retreating figure.
Her slender figure walking towards the hospital entrance, as the wind passed by, her black knitted sweater fluttered in disarray, making her seem even more frail and fragile.
Probably couldn't even take a single punch.
As the thought crossed his mind, Feng Ziheng withdrew his gaze, but he caught sight of a backpack under the passenger seat.
*
Following the ward number given by Lang Lin, Chu Liangxia found Lang Xiyuan's room.
Lang Lin was waiting for her at the door.
It had been a year since she last saw Lang Lin.
In her memory, he was only a little taller than her, somewhat green, quick to anger, and his eyes would bulge like a cat with its hackles raised whenever he was upset.
Now, he stood a head taller than her, straight and tall at the doorway, not much changed in appearance but noticeably more mature, his features more defined and clear, yet his expression couldn't hide a look of exhaustion.
"You're here."
Upon spotting her, Lang Lin didn't show any emotion and coldly said.
"Yeah," Chu Liangxia responded.
After a brief pause, Chu Liangxia asked, "How is she?"
"She has woken up," Lang Lin spoke indifferently, bluntly stating, "told me to wait for you."
Having just escaped death, she must want to say something to her—something Chu Liangxia, who knew Lang Xiyuan all too well, didn't care to hear.
Approaching the door, she pushed it open.
Direcly opposite the door was the hospital bed.
Lang Xiyuan lay on the bed, an IV needle in her hand, receiving a drip. Her previously charming and beautiful face was now tinged with a weak pallor, devoid of color, and it was only her faint breathing that proved she was still alive.
At the sound of the door, Lang Xiyuan tiredly lifted her eyelids.
"You're here."
Upon seeing Chu Liangxia, Lang Xiyuan spoke coolly.
The tone was exactly like Lang Lin's.
"Yeah."
Chu Liangxia answered indifferently.
"Lang Lin has to study tomorrow."
Without any pleasantries, Lang Xiyuan's voice was very soft, yet it carried a strong hint.
No matter when, she always had the upper hand, even now, as she lay half-dead, it remained the same.
Chu Liangxia's eyes narrowed slightly, her tone cold and hard, "He can board at school."
"Chu Liangxia, do you even care about your brother?!" Lang Xiyuan's voice suddenly rose, sharp and bitter.
The sound had barely faded.
Feng Ziheng, holding his travel backpack, came to the entrance of the ward and paused slightly, then his gaze settled on the half-open door of the ward.
Inside the room.
Chu Liangxia stood tall, her expression even colder, "He is an adult, he needs to be self-sufficient."
From early on, Lang Xiyuan doted on Lang Lin, and when they divorced fifteen years ago, Lang Xiyuan made a scene to take Lang Lin away and forbade Chu Yunxiao from even glancing at Lang Lin.
Lang Xiyuan managed all aspects of Lang Lin's life, sparing no effort to create better conditions for him, unwilling to let Lang Lin suffer any hardship or grievance.
And her son's academic performance also received her abnormal attention.
Last year, when Lang Lin took the college entrance exam, Lang Xiyuan bought a house near the school specifically to control his food and clothing rigorously. Any deviation from her wishes would trigger her depression.
That was also the time when Lang Xiyuan attempted suicide most frequently, forcing Chu Liangxia to rush over every now and then.
Now, Lang Lin had been admitted to the best institute of technology in the country, but Lang Xiyuan's harsh demands on him hadn't lessened at all.
Her son must be first.
It had almost become her obsession.
Now that Lang Lin had exams to take, Lang Xiyuan naturally did not want any factor to disturb his revising and, as a matter of course, handed him over to her sister, Liangxia.
Hearing Chu Liangxia's reply, Lang Xiyuan's expression turned fierce, her eyes filled with bloodshot lines, and she fell into a state of rage, "Chu Liangxia, are you trying to drive our mother and son to death?"
At this moment, Lang Lin took a step forward, came beside Chu Liangxia, and with a furrowed brow emphasized, "Mom, I can board at school."
"Haha, now you've all grown up, no one listens to me anymore, right?!"
Lang Xiyuan laughed almost maniacally, abruptly sat up in bed, and stretched her hand towards the IV needle on her own hand.
Chu Liangxia's reactions were quick, she promptly pressed down her wrist, and began to speak in a compromising tone, "While you are hospitalized, he can stay at my place."
Lang Xiyuan, who had been languishing at home for a long time, naturally didn't have as much strength as Chu Liangxia, and after being restrained, Chu Liangxia and Lang Lin soothed her a few more words, finally calming down Lang Xiyuan's emotions.
Looking at Lang Xiyuan's sorrowful brows and pale face, devoid of her usual spirit, Chu Liangxia slightly lowered her head, a tinge of sadness crossing her features.
It was getting late, and Lang Xiyuan, who was deeply concerned about Lang Lin, hurried them to leave.
Chu Liangxia found the nurse in charge of her care and asked the nurse to be more patient with her temper, to take extra care of her, and then she led Lang Lin away.
Lang Lin kept a straight face all the way, until they had left the hospital's main gate, when he suddenly stopped.
"I'll board at school."
With firm words, Lang Lin's expression was very stubborn.
Chu Liangxia tucked her hands into her pockets, turned her head to glance at him, and a faint smile played upon her lips, "I have a spare room, and it's close to your school, more convenient."
Lang Lin observed her.
Different from the former coldness and indifference, her eyes and brows now held a trace of a smile, notably softer and more relaxed than before.
When their parents divorced, Lang Lin was only three years old, and he had no memory of his sister. On the rare occasions he saw her, it was because Lang Xiyuan called her over. In reality, they had little contact, and even less emotional connection.
Seeing Lang Lin's hesitation, the smile on Chu Liangxia's lips deepened. She turned around and began to descend the stairs, step by step.
"It's not you I have a problem with, it's just that I can't stand her."
The gentle voice, along with the early summer breeze, drifted slowly toward him.
Lang Lin frowned slightly and followed behind Chu Liangxia without a word.
Just as they had descended the stairs and walked a few steps, a black Panamera drove up and stopped in front of them.
"Get in."
Another brief command, indifferent and detached, yet somehow warmly familiar.
It was only at this moment that Chu Liangxia realized something was missing. She glanced at her shoulder, thought of the large travel backpack.
This guy, he wasn't waiting all this time just for that backpack, was he?