I’m Keeping the Overbearing CEO After He Went Bankrupt [Rebirth] 70

Chapter 70: Qingbao’s Gift

Qingbao…

Someone seemed to be calling him.

Qingbao…

The voice was so gentle… and so familiar.

Chu Qing woke up in the hospital bed.

“Qingbao.”

What met his eyes was Huo Li’s magnified face.

He was startled, then thought he was in a dream.

“You’re awake. Come on, let me hold you,” Huo Li said, and directly scooped him up and hugged him, his hand gently patting his back.

“Silly Qingbao, I’m back…”

He rested his head blankly on his shoulder.

It’s not… a dream?

“Qingbao, I’m back,” he said, holding his face and kissing his lips.

Now he was sure it really wasn’t a dream.

“Ngh…”

He gently pushed him away and looked at him with wide eyes.

“Mr. Huo…”
“Mmm.”
“Mr. Huo…”
“I’m here.”

He looked at him with slightly red eyes.

“You… came back early. It’s not the same date as we agreed…”

“Mmm.”

“I, I’ve been eating well and sleeping well these past few days,” he said, clinging to his shoulder. “I… I’ve been good.”

“Then how did you faint?” he said, pinching his cheek. “You almost scared me to death.”

As soon as he got off the plane, he was originally going to go to the studio, but he was told that he had fainted and had been sent to the hospital.

He immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

“I… don’t know.”

He smiled. “The doctor said it’s nothing. It’s just because of overwork and anxiety, plus you’re pregnant, so your body couldn’t take it.”

His whole body stiffened.

“Yes, you heard me right,” he said, hugging him tightly with a grin. “We’re having a baby…! The doctor checked. It’s just been a little over a week.”

His eyes were full of excitement and happiness. He bit his ear. “Qingbao, it’s our baby! I really can’t wait to know if it’s a boy or a girl! Next, next you have to take good care of your health, you know?”

“Qingbao?”

He only felt his ears buzzing, and he couldn’t hear anything.

He’s having a baby…

It’s really because of that one time he didn’t take his medicine, he’s having…

Huo Li really hit the mark every time.

W-What do I do…

He doesn’t like it.

His mind was full of helplessness, and with the longing and emotions he had accumulated these past few days, all piled on top of each other, he looked at him and finally couldn’t help but burst into tears.

“Qingbao…?!”

He grabbed his shoulder and sobbed, “I, I don’t know…”

Now he was completely terrified and quickly kept patting his back to coax him. “Don’t cry… don’t cry. Qingbao, tell me what’s wrong? Huh?”

“Did someone bully you these past few days?”
“No… it’s okay. I’ll take good care of you when we have a baby. Don’t be afraid…”

He rubbed the back of his head, his voice gentle. “What is it? You have to tell me, okay?”

“Be good, Qingbao… talk to me properly?”

“Mr. Huo… are you, hic, angry…”

“…?” he said, pinching his ear. “If you keep crying and don’t tell me why, I’ll really be angry.”

He sniffled and sobbed, “I… I didn’t take my medicine, and I have a baby…”

“Hmm?”

“Mr. Huo is angry…”

He was speaking incoherently. He frowned. “Why would I be angry?”

His eyes were red and swollen, and he wiped his face with the back of his hand. “Mr. Huo doesn’t want a child…”

“…”

He looked at him, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

“Why wouldn’t I want one? Is it because I don’t like you or I don’t like children?”

When this question was raised, he immediately looked at him with fear, his hands gripping his shoulder tightly, his face pale. “N-Don’t say it…”

“Silly Qingbao, why are you so silly…” he said, and pulled him back into his arms, his tone gentler than water.

“I like you. How much I like you, don’t you know yet?”

“Then, then…” he said, and sobbed, feeling extremely aggrieved.

He explained helplessly, “I said we shouldn’t have a child for now because your body hasn’t recovered yet, and you’re still taking anti-depressants. And I’ve heard from my friends about prenatal and postpartum depression, and how hard and dangerous it is to have a child… you tell me, I like you so much, can I bear to?”

He sniffled and looked at him blankly.

“Really…?”

“Yes. What other reason could there be? You little silly, what are you thinking about all day?” he said with a frown, pinching his ear. “You need to be punished.”

“I…”

“My Sponsor Daddy, have you been thinking this all these days? Do you think I’m making you take medicine because I don’t want to have a child with you?” he said aggrievedly. “I’ve even made the decision to give birth myself, and I was even planning to let you be on top. But you think of me as such a scumbag. You heartless person.”

Chu Qing: “…”

He couldn’t help but think of him with a big belly.

…

I’m sorry.

“…Pfft.” his face was still streaked with tears, but he couldn’t help but laugh.

“Oh my… silly Qingbao,” he said, and hugged him, nuzzling him. “Next time, if there’s anything, just tell me, okay? Hmm? What kind of messy things have you been thinking about on your own? How can you think so much? You always think of me as so bad. What are your intentions?”

He bit his neck in retaliation, leaving an ambiguous hickey.

“Ngh…” he shrank his head and hugged him, his eyes red. “You were fierce with me before, and you even cursed me… and then you left.”

“You, you were abroad for so many days…”
“You made me take medicine, and you didn’t… explain it to me clearly.”

He counted his crimes, one by one, stammering.

The crimes were so numerous that they could not be written down.

Huo Li: “…”

He bared his teeth. “You little rascal have some nerve now.”

“You… you were fierce with me before!” his voice was still a little nasal, and he was still dwelling on it. “I… how was I supposed to know if you still liked me… that’s why I thought that…”

“…”

“My Qingbao is the silliest Qingbao in the world,” he said helplessly, and held him, wiping away his tears. “How can lovers not fight?”

“Ah…?” he was a little confused and lowered his head. “If you fight, it means you don’t like me anymore, you’re tired of me.”

“No. It’s because I like you that I fight. Think about it. If I didn’t care about you, didn’t like you, why would I care which bastard you go out with?”

He paused and nodded.

“But… the difference between a lover and others is that I still like you after we fight,” he said, and planted a kiss on his forehead. “No matter how angry I am, I will still like you, will still love you.”

“Qingbao is also angry at me now. You were also very angry when I was fierce with you that day. Then don’t you love me anymore?”

He said in a low voice, “No…”

“Right.”

He took his wrist and intertwined their fingers. “Then next time… if something happens, don’t overthink it on your own. Just say it, okay?”

“Mmm…”

“Do you really remember?”

“Mmm, I remember…” he muttered. “I’m not a child.”

He added, “I’m going to be a father.”

“A father and you’re still crying?” he said, raising an eyebrow at him, who was sitting in bed with a messy face and tangled hair. He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

“…”

He felt a little embarrassed and quickly got up to wash his face.

“Oh my, slow down, slow down,” he said, and quickly took him, supporting him. “It’s slippery in the bathroom. You walk slowly… you have a baby now.”

He said helplessly, “I’m not that delicate just because I have a baby…”

Anyway, he didn’t feel any different.

“Mmm,” he agreed on the surface, but his hand still loosely wrapped around him.

He glanced at him and thought, It’s so good to have Mr. Huo here…

He stopped in his tracks and lowered his head, wanting to say something but hesitating.

“What’s wrong? Are you not feeling well somewhere?” he said with a slight frown.

“Mr. Huo… in the few days you were abroad, did you… miss me?” After he asked, he felt embarrassed and turned his head away, his ears red. “It’s okay if you don’t answer.”

He paused and lowered his gaze with a smile. “If I say I was thinking of you all the time, will you think I’m just saying sweet nothings to trick you?”

He was stunned and didn’t want him to see his happy expression. That was too embarrassing. He immediately turned around and closed the bathroom door with a “thump.”

He smiled, his hand on the door panel, and said in a low voice through the wood, “Qingbao…”

“These past few days, I’ve been thinking of you, and I was also worried that you wouldn’t eat well, sleep well, that you would be unhappy, that I wouldn’t be there when you were sad, that someone would bully you, that that bastard Monk would come and dig at my corner again…”

“Later, when I found out you were having a baby, I… was really very happy, very happy,” he said, his gaze lowered with a smile. “We’re having a baby. I’m so happy I’m going crazy.”

“And then I started to worry again, that I wouldn’t be able to take good care of you, that you would have some health problems because of the pregnancy, that you would feel stressed and unhappy because of this…”

He just stood in front of the door panel and slowly told him.

“What I’m most worried about is you. So in the future, if there’s anything, you have to tell me properly. Don’t keep it to yourself and overthink things, okay?”

After a moment, his voice also came from the other side of the door.

“Mmm… okay,” with a bit of a nasal tone.

A moment later was the sound of the faucet turning on. He was washing his hands and said, “I’m also very happy… because it’s Mr. Huo’s.”

His heart was itching. He was unwilling to endure it any longer and pushed open the door, hugging him, his hand on his waist with a smile. “Is that so? You’re happy to have Mr. Huo’s child?”

This sentence had a hint of teasing. The red on his cheeks, which had just faded, reappeared.

“Mr. Huo… um, no, we can’t… we have a baby.”

“I certainly know,” he said with a smile. “Aren’t there other ways?”

He hadn’t touched him for several days and couldn’t hold it in any longer.

…

He had just fainted from exhaustion and was not seriously injured. After a check-up, he could go back to the crew the next day.

“Mr. Huo…” on the way back, he glanced at his watch. “Shall we go to the city for dinner tonight?”

“Hmm?” he was a little surprised. So suddenly? Does he really want to eat out?

“Just, just to the steakhouse you mentioned that day that was so beautifully decorated.”

“Good,” he had always been responsive to his requests, not to mention that it was rare for him to want to eat out.

He changed course and went to that Italian steakhouse, taking him to eat Italian food.

“Mr. Chu? Ah, I understand. Come on,” the waiter said when he saw him, and immediately led him and Huo Li upstairs.

Seeing this, he asked curiously, “You have a reservation?”

He gradually felt that something was wrong. He had suddenly wanted to come and eat, and he had a reservation…

What is this little silly up to now?

He smiled, said nothing, and obediently went upstairs with him.

This restaurant was not crowded to begin with, and the small loft upstairs was even less so.

After he and Huo Li sat down and ordered their set meals, he looked around.

The lighting was dim, and the walls were covered with old wooden planks, just like a medieval bar.

It was very romantic, picturesque.

“Little Qingbao, you didn’t bring me here to confess, did you?” he said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

“Did Mr. Huo forget what day it is today?” he said with a grin.

He paused. He thought, It’s not a death question, is it? He desperately searched his mind.

Anniversary… we don’t have any anniversary, do we? If it’s the anniversary of our first meeting or our official relationship, then he really doesn’t remember

His birthday this year has also passed…

Could it be…

Before he could figure it out, he saw a waiter come up with a cake.

He paused and said helplessly, “Silly Qingbao, is it so cliché…”

He said so, but his mouth was curled up very high, and he looked extremely happy.

The waiter placed the cake on the table, and he said with a grin, “Happy birthday, Mr. Huo…!!”

“Mr. Huo has to make a wish, blow out the candles, and cut the cake, just like me before,” he said, even more excited than him.

“Good,” he did as he was told.

“What about the gift?” he raised an eyebrow at him.

He stood up and pointed to the piano on the side. “There’s a piano in the restaurant, and it’s beautiful. That’s why I chose this place.”

He said, “I’m going to give Mr. Huo a song.”

There was an unobvious pride in his tone.

“Good.”

He sat down at the piano and, with what he was best at, made a gift for the person he loved most.

Thump…

The music began.

There were no lyrics, only a melody as gentle as a warm spring, tinkling like the intimate snuggling of lovers.

In the small loft, he sat in the dim light and played the piano at ease.

The melody was gentle, but his gaze was even more gentle.

The melody was continuous and lingering. It seemed to be the same, but it was also different. And every note was an overflowing tenderness, gentle and slow.

After the piece ended, he still hadn’t come back to his senses. Not because of the music, but because of the person.

He had played it for him with all his heart and emotion. This made him fascinated.

“Beautiful, very beautiful,” he asked blankly. “Is it… the first time you’ve played it?”

“Yes… it’s exclusively for Mr. Huo,” he said with a smile. “Mr. Huo said he liked Canon that day, so I wrote a song for you, using Canon as the musical form.”

“Hmm? What?” he didn’t understand. He thought Canon was just that song.

“Canon is a type of polyphony. The romance of Canon is… two or more voices intertwining, like the whispers of lovers. They are clearly two songs, but when they are put together, they become one, and there is no sense of disharmony at all,” he said, and sat down next to him, his gaze lowered. “Let me tell you about my song.”

“In this song… I used Mr. Huo’s birth date numbers to compose, and it repeats throughout the whole song,” he said, and showed him the music score.

He was stunned.

To make it easier for him to see, he had marked the numbers on the score. He saw his birthday date, from beginning to end.

“Mr. Huo’s birthday date forms an independent voice. It also sounds very good when played alone, but I played it with another voice and integrated them.”

He asked, “Then the other voice is…?”

He said with a grin, “It has the date of our first meeting, when I played the violin for you in my room, and our first reunion, when you were at the airport…”

He said them one by one.

He had already forgotten, but he remembered them all.

Every date, every small anniversary, everything about him and him…

“And then in the back, I added a third voice, which is my birthday.”

Only with him can there be Chu Qing.

The three voices followed, chased, and lingered with each other, until they finally merged and would never be separated again.

What they formed was a gentle song.