The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Shen Zhiyu walked into the room, sat down by the bed, picked up a flower on the table, sniffed it between his nose, and smiled: "It smells good."

Xia Beiqin put down the tool for making dried flower bookmarks, and took up the pen and paper on the side to write. 

—Mr. Shen, I have prepared the bookmark and gave it to you.

"Thank you." Shen Zhiyu's eyes drooped behind the lens, and he was silent for a while, before uttering the wording that he had already thought of in his heart: "Beijing, I'm going out tonight."

Xia Beiqing nodded and didn't ask much, thinking that Shen Zhiyu was just going out.

Shen Zhiyu continued: "It may take a few days to come back."

Hearing this, Xia Beiqing paused, raised his head, and looked at Shen Zhiyu with stunned and panicked eyes. He hurriedly wrote on the paper with one hand and grasped Shen Zhiyu tightly with the other, like A child who is extremely afraid of being abandoned.

—Mr. Shen, where are you going?

Shen Zhiyu stretched out his hand and stroked Xia Beiqing’s pale cheeks, and said softly, “Don’t worry, do you remember the old friend I mentioned earlier? He had a car accident. It was very serious. No family or friends were around. I will take care of him for a few days and will be back soon."

Xia Beiqing blinked, staring straight at Shen Zhiyu, still afraid to relax.

Looking at the young man's suspicion, Shen Zhiyu took out his mobile phone, pulled out the photo he had prepared, and passed it to the young man.

"Look at it."

In the photo, a person wrapped in gauze, wearing a ventilator, and full of instruments is lying in the intensive care unit, apparently dying.

This was taken by Shen Zhiyu with money and asked others to pretend to be like this. He knows that Xia Beiqin is sensitive, fragile and suspicious. He prepared this photo to reassure Xia Beiqin.

Seeing the photo, Xia Beiqing slightly let go of Shen Zhiyu's hand and wrote on the paper.

—It’s serious.

He knew what it was like to be on the verge of death, and there was a hint of pity in his eyes.

"Recovered a life, so I want to take care of him for a few days, okay?" Shen Zhiyu asked.

-How many days?

At the young man's eager and aggrieved eyes, Shen Zhiyu opened his mouth, and swallowed the words to his lips abruptly, temporarily changing his rhetoric. 

"Two or three days, it only takes two or three days, and I will be back."

Xia Bei tilted his mouth and nodded with a smile.

"Wait for me at home, I will let the flowers come over to accompany you."

Xia Beiqing immediately picked up the pen and paper to write.

—Mr. Shen, I can do it alone.

Shen Zhiyu knew that Xia Beiqing didn't want to be crippled by being treated for nothing, so he smiled and said, "Of course I know you can do it alone, but I won't worry about it. Beiqin, don't let me worry, okay?"

Xia Beiqing slowly lowered his head, without saying anything.

In the afternoon, Shen Zhiyu simply packed up some clothes and put away all the things at home to make it easy to take care of Xia Beiqin. The precautions are all written on the label, because once he takes the bone marrow in the past, I am afraid that there will be nothing. The way to receive the call at any time.

After finishing everything at home, the phone rang suddenly, and it was He Jiayi.

After connecting, he asked again and again on the other end: "Are you really sure you want to extract bone marrow?"

Shen Zhiyu sat down on the sofa and smiled, "I have already cleaned up my clothes."

He Jiayi's voice is a little anxious: "You...you still have time to regret it now! Extracting bone marrow is not as simple as extracting blood, it is a very physical injury!"