The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Early in the morning, Xia Beiqin woke up from his sleep, subconsciously stretched out his hand to peek aside, but touched the cold bed sheet and the empty bed, he opened his eyes and found that Shen Zhiyu was no longer there.

There was the sound of dishes and chopsticks outside the room.

Xia Beiqin propped up his arm, just about to ring the bell on the bedside, but stopped. After thinking for a while, he still retracted his hand, stretched his body, and pulled the wheelchair to the bed. Move yourself up little by little.

In the kitchen, Shen Zhiyu was cooking porridge. Suddenly he heard the door opening, turned his head and saw Xia Beiqin coming out of the room in a wheelchair.

Shen Zhiyu immediately put down the spoon, walked over, squatted down in front of Xia Beiqing, put his hands on his knees, and said, "Why don't you ring the bell, and get up by yourself."

Xia Beiqing reached out and pointed to the kitchen.

Shen Zhiyu smiled and said, "I'm cooking the porridge, it should be ready, wait a minute."

Shen Zhiyu got up and walked into the kitchen, scooped a bowl, then went back to Xia Beiqing again, and asked, "Do you want to eat it yourself?"

Xia Beiqing nodded.

So, Shen Zhiyu handed the bowl to Xia Beiqin.

Xia Beiqing took it, scooped a spoon into his mouth, and the hot porridge slid across his throat. In an instant, he stopped moving, and the spoon in his hand fell into the bowl with a clatter, his complexion suddenly turned complex.

Shen Zhiyu was taken aback: "Beijing, what's the matter? Isn't the porridge good?"

As if frightened, Xia Beiqing suddenly overturned the bowl in his hand. The bowl fell to the ground, falling apart, and all the porridge inside spilled out.

Only then did Shen Zhiyu discover something was wrong: "Northern..."

Xia Beiqin raised her neck, opened her mouth wide, and tightly covered her throat with her hands, struggling in the wheelchair, her expression extremely painful, tears overflowing from the corners of her eyes, it looked like she was suffering from some torture.

Shen Zhiyu hurriedly held down Xia Beiqin: "What's the matter? Does it have a sore throat? Beiqin! It's okay, you calm down first."

Xia Beiqing seemed to be very afraid of other people's touch. He pushed Shen Zhiyu away desperately, and he kept retracting his body. The wheelchair was swaying from side to side, almost overturning.

He was convulsed all over, as if someone was holding his head firmly and opening his mouth, but he himself was covering his neck in pain, struggling against himself, and the whole person lost his reason and fell into a kind of madness.

Shen Zhiyu didn't know what to do, fearing that he would be injured, he hurriedly called He Jiayi. He Jiayi happened to be in Shuoguo and he didn't understand the situation, so he hurried to Shen Zhiyu's apartment.

When he saw Xia Beiqin in the wheelchair, he was shocked and didn't know what had happened.

"He... he is Xia Beiqing? What happened to him?"

Shen Zhiyu had no time to explain, his eyes were red, and he almost begged: "Kayi, please look at him..."

He Jiayi stepped forward, held the crazy Xia Beiqin, then directly carried him up, walked into the room, threw him to the bed, took out the tranquilizer from the medical box, and gave him a shot.

With the onset of the drug's effects, Xia Beiqing on the bed slowly stopped struggling, his eyelids heavier and heavier, and finally, unable to hold it, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Shen Zhiyu immediately put Xia Beiqin's head straight and pulled up the quilt to cover him.

He Jiayi took a breath, sweating profusely, looked at the pale Shen Zhiyu, and asked, "What is going on?"

Shen Zhiyu lowered his eyes and held Xia Beiqing's hand tightly, telling He Jiayi all the causes and consequences of the matter.