After I Married the Comatose CEO - Chapter 13

A moment later, Xie Qiu quietly opened one eye.

This was the first time he had observed He Siyan’s face from such a close distance. The man’s jawline was sharp, and from the side, his nose looked even taller.

As Xie Qiu stared, he couldn’t help but reach out a hand.

His warm fingertips hovered above the full forehead, lightly touched the highbrow bone, and then slid down the curve toward the tip of the nose.

Following his movements, the man’s brow furrowed, and his thin eyelids twitched as if he were about to open his eyes.

Xie Qiu got excited and propped up his upper body. “Husband, can you feel me touching you?”

He Siyan did not answer him. He seemed trapped in a terrible nightmare, unable to wake up no matter how hard he struggled.

“Husband…” Xie Qiu held the large, pale hand beside him. “What exactly should I do to help you?”

Soon, He Siyan’s expression returned to calm, and his breathing became steady as usual.

Xie Qiu was a bit disappointed, then whispered comfortingly, “It’s okay, husband. We’ll take it slow.”

In the original book, He Siyan lay there for nearly three years before waking up. He shouldn’t expect him to regain consciousness right now.

Xie Qiu lay back down on the bed, playing with the man’s hand and talking to himself. “Husband, this is the first time I’ve shared a bed with a man since I became an adult. The last time I slept in the same bed with someone was back at the orphanage.”

His voice was soft and pleasant to hear, more helpful for sleep than ASMR.

Xie Qiu had planned to lie there for just a little while before going back to his room, but as he kept talking, he lulled himself to sleep.

After some time, the large hand he was holding moved. It pulled away from his grip and fumbled, trying to pull out the blanket that was trapped under Xie Qiu’s body.

But the hand’s strength was too weak. It tried several times without success and finally dropped down as if exhausted.

At this time, the sleeping Xie Qiu felt a bit cold. He instinctively leaned toward the heat source and wrapped his arms around the warm object.

Through the layer of the blanket, He Siyan’s body became stiff.

But that wasn’t all. Xie Qiu buried his head into the crook of the man’s neck, nuzzling him like a little kitten.

Soft, slightly curly hair rubbed against the skin of his neck. The man’s fingers twitched, gripping the bedsheet tightly.

A flush of red climbed up his pale ears. He Siyan’s head moved very slowly toward the other side, at a speed almost impossible to see with the naked eye.

“Mm…” Xie Qiu made a blurry sound in his sleep. “Husband, don’t move!”

The man stopped all movement instantly; only his breathing became a bit faster.

After a long while, the room became completely quiet again.

The night-shift caregiver pushed the door open quietly. Seeing the two people hugging on the bed, he gave a secret smile and silently closed the door again.

That night, Xie Qiu slept exceptionally well and didn’t wake up until broad daylight the next day.

He lazily opened his eyes. His blurry vision slowly focused on the handsome face right in front of him.

Xie Qiu looked down blankly and realized he was clinging to the man like a koala.

In the next second, he let go as if he had been shocked and scrambled back, nearly falling off the bed.

“I…” Xie Qiu sat on the edge of the bed, staring at his hands in disbelief. “Husband, I didn’t do anything to you last night, did I?”

What was going on? How could his sleeping habits be this bad?

The sleeping man, of course, did not answer his question.

Xie Qiu looked up and saw the man’s clothes were perfectly neat. He breathed a sigh of relief. “Good, good. I haven’t become such a beast that I’d attack a husband in a coma.”

Just as he was climbing over the man to get off the bed, the door was pushed open from the outside.

Xie Qiu turned his head and met the eyes of Su Wanrong, who was frozen at the door.

Realizing his current posture might cause a misunderstanding, he quickly explained, “Mom, it’s not what you thi—”

“Just pretend Mom isn’t here!” Su Wanrong immediately covered her eyes with her hand and closed the door with lightning speed.

There was a “thud,” and she was gone as if she had never been there.

Xie Qiu swallowed hard. This was a huge misunderstanding.

A minute later, Xie Qiu opened the door.

Su Wanrong was sitting on a chair in the hallway—who knows if she was eavesdropping or what—and looked surprised to see him come out. She blurted out, “That fast?”

Xie Qiu: “…”

If his husband ever found out his own mother was questioning his “abilities” in certain areas, he wondered if his face would turn black on the spot…

Su Wanrong stood up. “Mom just remembered I have something to do. I’m leaving.”

“Mom, it’s not what you think.” Xie Qiu stopped her and explained patiently, “I was just too tired last night, so I fell asleep on my husband’s bed.”

Su Wanrong said softly, “Mom knows. You’ve worked hard, Xiao Qiu.”

Xie Qiu emphasized, “We just hugged and slept. Nothing inappropriate for children happened.”

“I see.” Su Wanrong’s expression was clearly a bit disappointed. “I thought…”

“But Mom, my husband had some clear reactions last night.” Xie Qiu began to report the good news. “Even though it was only for a short time, I saw his eyes moving under his eyelids.”

“Really?” Su Wanrong looked joyful. “Mom will call the doctor right now to give Siyan a full check-up!”

The family doctor arrived quickly. After a series of professional checks, he replied very cautiously, “Mrs. He, based on the current examination, the Eldest Young Master hasn’t woken up yet.”

Su Wanrong already knew this was the likely result, so she gave a forced smile. “Alright.”

“However, all signs show that his condition is indeed improving.” The doctor changed his tone and added, “The patient’s eyes are starting to move, and unconscious movements are increasing. These are signs that he may be gradually recovering to a state of minimal consciousness.”

Su Wanrong looked up suddenly. “Do you mean Siyan is starting to regain consciousness?”

“We can’t make a definite conclusion yet. We can only say it’s a positive signal that needs further observation,” the family doctor said cautiously, not wanting to overpromise. “You can continue with acupuncture, massage, and sensory stimulation like sound to help the Eldest Young Master gradually regain a state of minimal consciousness.”

“That’s wonderful… that’s wonderful!” Tears quickly welled up in Su Wanrong’s eyes as she tightly gripped the hand of the person next to her. “Xiao Qiu, did you hear that? There is hope for Siyan!”

“I heard it, Mom,” Xie Qiu replied softly. “Everything is moving in a good direction.”

Since he could travel into this book, it didn’t seem impossible for He Siyan to wake up early.

Su Wanrong looked at her son on the bed through her tears. “Yes, he will wake up. Siyan will definitely wake up!”

Afterward, the family doctor gave the caregiver some key instructions and left with his medical bag.

“Mom, why don’t we let him stay in the hospital?” After the doctor left, Xie Qiu asked a question that had bothered him for a long time. “The hospital has doctors, nurses, and professional equipment. Wouldn’t that be better for his recovery?”

Su Wanrong was silent for a few seconds before replying, “For the first few months, Siyan did stay in the hospital. But he showed no signs of waking up, and I didn’t have the time to keep running back and forth. So, once his vital signs stabilized, I brought him home to recover.”

Xie Qiu said thoughtfully, “You weren’t comfortable leaving him alone in the hospital?”

Su Wanrong glanced at him. “Correct. Doctors and nurses have many patients to care for. If no one is watching the caregivers, they won’t put their heart and soul into looking after Siyan. And also…”

Su Wanrong didn’t finish her sentence.

But Xie Qiu could guess what she meant. She was likely afraid that someone would take advantage of the situation to harm He Siyan. At the He estate, it was different; no one dared to do anything under her watchful eye.

“However, once Siyan regains consciousness, we will send him back to the hospital for rehabilitation,” Su Wanrong said with a smile. “By then, with you staying by his side, I’ll be able to feel at ease.”

Xie Qiu nodded seriously. “Don’t worry, Mom.”

“But the most important thing right now is to find ways to stimulate Siyan more.” Su Wanrong remembered the most critical task. “Xiao Qiu, why don’t you start sleeping with Siyan every night from now on?”

Xie Qiu: “Huh?”

“I’m not forcing you to do anything; just hug him more.” Su Wanrong spoke with great sincerity. “I feel that Siyan’s improvement is all thanks to you.”

Xie Qiu replied quickly, “No, no, it’s the result of everyone’s hard work.”

In the evening, when He Jingchen returned home, Su Wanrong shared the good news with him.

He Jingchen also looked happy. “Mother, maybe Brother will wake up very soon.”

“Yes,” Su Wanrong said emotionally. “Once your brother wakes up, no one will dare bully us anymore.”

He Jingchen hesitated for a moment before saying, “Mother, actually, I’ve grown up too. Even if Brother doesn’t wake up, I can protect you.”

“What nonsense are you talking about?” Su Wanrong’s expression changed, and her tone became unusually harsh. “Are you secretly hoping your brother never wakes up?”

“No! Mother!” He Jingchen explained in a panic. “I only meant that even if Brother temporarily—”

“You are still young and cannot carry such a heavy responsibility. The He family cannot function without your brother,” Su Wanrong interrupted him. “Your brother is improving every day. We should pray for him to wake up soon.”

“Yes,” He Jingchen replied. He turned toward the stairs. “I’m going to see Brother.”

He walked up the stairs with heavy steps, his face expressionless. He didn’t stop until he reached the door of the sickroom.

The door was slightly ajar, leaving a small gap. From where he stood, he couldn’t see inside, but he could hear a soft, pleasant voice.

“…Three days later, they planned to close the coffin and bury the body, but they found the body still looked life-like and as beautiful as when she was alive, as if she were merely sleeping.”

He Jingchen stood at the door with his eyes lowered, listening silently to the story being told inside.

Unfortunately, the story was nearing its end, and the voice stopped not long after.

Inside the room, Xie Qiu closed the book. “Husband, did you know that Snow White actually has a real-life inspiration?”

He briefly explained the historical theories about the real Snow White. At the end, he smiled. “Husband, is there a piece of poisoned apple stuck in your throat too? Do you want me to shake you a couple of times?”

The man on the bed didn’t respond, but Xie Qiu wasn’t discouraged. He put the fairy tale book on the nightstand and began to take off his shoes to climb onto the bed.

With a “creak,” He Jingchen pushed the door open. “I’ve come to—”

Xie Qiu was just about to crawl over the man’s body to get to the inner side of the bed. Startled by the sudden sound, his body tilted, and he sat right down on the man’s thighs.

For the second time in one day, the same thing happened.

Xie Qiu turned his head in despair. “It’s not what you think!”

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