After I Married the Comatose CEO - Chapter 14

Surprisingly, He Jingchen did not ask his usual soul-piercing question: “What are you doing?”

He stood at the door and asked back expressionlessly, “How do you know what I’m thinking?”

Xie Qiu: “Uh…”

What else could you be thinking? Don’t you think I’m about to do ‘this and that’ to your brother in a coma again…

He Jingchen looked at him calmly. “Get off my brother first.”

Xie Qiu finally snapped out of it and quickly scrambled off the man and off the bed, whispering an apology: “Sorry, husband, I didn’t mean to sit on you.”

He stepped into his slippers and hurriedly explained, “I was just trying to crawl to the inner side of the bed.”

He Jingchen frowned. “Why are you crawling to the inner side?”

“To sleep with my husband.” Xie Qiu replied. Realizing the sentence was a bit ambiguous, he added, “Just simply sleeping. I’m not doing anything else.”

He Jingchen: “…”

“This is what Mom asked for.” Xie Qiu opened his large eyes wide, looking innocent. “Mom thinks doing this might help my husband wake up sooner.”

Even though there was no scientific proof, it was just sleeping next to his husband in a coma. It wasn’t a difficult task, so he just went along with it.

“I see,” He Jingchen replied. He walked closer to the bed. “I’ve come to see Brother.”

Xie Qiu consciously stepped aside. “Go ahead.”

He Jingchen looked down and said in a low voice, “Mother said Brother’s condition is improving and that he will regain consciousness soon.”

Xie Qiu nodded. “The doctor said it’s possible he will regain consciousness, but more observation is needed.”

Actually, the doctor’s words were very vague, likely because he was afraid of being held responsible if He Siyan never woke up.

“Understood.” He Jingchen glanced at him. “If there is any new news about my brother, can you let me know immediately?”

This was the first time he had asked Xie Qiu for a favor in this way, and his tone was much gentler than usual.

“Sure,” Xie Qiu agreed directly without thinking much about it. “But even if I don’t say anything, Mom will definitely tell you if there’s good news.”

He Jingchen took another look at the man on the bed, then turned to leave. “I’m going now. You should rest early, too.”

One month. He could wait one month at most.

His relatives were watching like hungry wolves, trying to divide the He Group. He couldn’t just sit by and do nothing.

After watching He Jingchen leave, Xie Qiu quietly climbed back onto the bed.

He lay on his side facing He Siyan, resting one arm behind his head. He said thoughtfully, “Husband, I feel like your younger brother is getting restless.”

According to the plot of the original book, a fierce argument would soon break out between He Jingchen and Su Wanrong. The trigger was He Jingchen wanting to intern at the He Group during summer break, but Su Wanrong refused to allow it no matter what.

In Su Wanrong’s heart, once He Jingchen started taking over the He Group, it would mean that Grandpa He had given up on He Siyan and decided he would never wake up.

But she was so alone and helpless; it was impossible for her to stop it from happening.

As for why Su Wanrong was so against her younger son touching the company’s business, there was a big secret hidden behind it.

“Husband, you really should wake up soon.” Xie Qiu habitually took the man’s hand and gently massaged his knuckles. “This sleep has been long enough.”

Sometimes when he spoke, he would draw out the end of his sentences as if he were acting spoiled, but his voice didn’t sound fake at all; it sounded as cute as a child’s.

Xie Qiu whispered in the man’s ear for a while, then couldn’t help but yawn. “Husband, I’m a bit sleepy.”

He pulled his hand back and reached over to the sofa nearby to grab a small blanket, pulling it into his arms and covering his stomach.

It’s a classic habit—no matter what, you have to cover your belly button when you sleep.

“Tonight, I’ll make sure to stay on my side and not flop onto you.” Xie Qiu moved toward the edge of the bed, then moved a little more. “Goodnight, husband. I hope you’re having sweet dreams tonight, too.”

He closed his eyes, resting his hands by his sides to hold down the small blanket. His sleeping posture was incredibly well-behaved.

After a long time, the other hand on the bed moved. Little by little, it moved toward him until it finally touched his hand.

After a few seconds, the man’s large hand fumbled and caught Xie Qiu’s fingers. The grip was very light, and he just held them without moving.

Just like that, Xie Qiu had a new task: accompanying his husband in a coma to sleep every night.

But after several nights, there wasn’t much effect. Aside from that first strong reaction, He Siyan returned to his usual silence.

Even though Su Wanrong was very anxious, Xie Qiu was almost completely obedient to her requests and did everything he could. She couldn’t bring herself to criticize him.

Xie Qiu felt a bit helpless, too. He had done all the kissing and hugging; he couldn’t exactly force himself on his husband.

At the same time, a big event was coming up for the He family: Grandpa He’s 70th birthday.

When Grandpa He was young, he put all his energy into the He Group, which ruined his health early on. After He Siyan took power, the old man retired to a house in the back of the estate to recover. His last public appearance was at Xie Qiu’s solo wedding.

For this 70th birthday, the old man didn’t want a big celebration since his favorite grandson was still in a coma. However, the rest of the He family insisted on a grand banquet.

First, it was to celebrate the old man reaching 70. Second, the He family hadn’t held a public party in a long time, and they wanted to use this chance to liven things up.

Grandpa He didn’t feel like arguing with his descendants, so he just waved them off and let them do what they wanted.

A birthday banquet for a family like this is very formal with many complicated steps. As the main organizer, Su Wanrong became very busy. Xie Qiu helped out when he could, doing things like writing invitations.

Su Wanrong praised his handwriting a lot, saying his penmanship was beautiful, almost like it was printed from a textbook.

One day, after finishing his classes, Xie Qiu was getting ready to head home when he heard someone call his name: “Xie Qiu.”

Xie Qiu looked up and saw it was that Young Master Bai who had caused him trouble before.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Bai You sat down on the desk in front of him without being asked. “I called you by your name properly this time.”

Meng Ziye looked between the two of them and decided to wait and see.

“Master Bai.” Xie Qiu smiled. “How can I help you?”

Bai You spoke in a mysterious tone. “I just wanted to ask if you know about the big event happening in the He family lately?”

Xie Qiu raised an eyebrow and acted dumb. “What big event?”

“Grandpa He is having his 70th birthday.” Bai You lowered his voice. “I bet you didn’t get an invitation, did you?”

Xie Qiu’s expression didn’t change. “I didn’t receive one. Why do you ask?”

He hadn’t received an invitation, but only because he was the one who personally wrote the names on all of them.

Bai You looked like he knew it. “I knew you wouldn’t get one. Even if the Xie family is lucky enough to get an invitation, they wouldn’t take you along to see the world.”

Xie Qiu did not speak and waited patiently for him to continue.

“But since I already know you are completely devoted to the eldest He brother, I’ve decided to help you out.” Bai You leaned in, his voice as low as a thief’s. “On the day of the birthday banquet, you can secretly sneak into the He family estate with me, and then take the chance to slip away and find the eldest He brother.”

Xie Qiu froze slightly, feeling a bit complicated. “Why are you helping me?”

Bai You, who usually entered a scene with the background music of a villainous side character, had actually made a 180-degree turn and offered to help him?

“I just feel sorry for you.” Bai You’s expression looked a bit unnatural. “And… I think you’re an okay person.”

Xie Qiu smiled again. “Alright then.”

“I’ve said all that, so are you coming with me or not?” Bai You asked impatiently. “Let me tell you, such a good opportunity only comes once.”

“Thank you for the invitation, but—” Xie Qiu paused for a moment. “I’ll be very busy that day, so I probably won’t have time to go with you.”

It was rare for Bai You to humble himself and do a good deed, but when the other party didn’t appreciate it, his face immediately darkened again. “Go or don’t go, it’s not like I’m begging you.”

With that, he turned around and left in a huff.

Xie Qiu: “…”

He could tell that this Young Master Bai had quite a temper.

“Xiao Qiu, what exactly is up with that Bai You?” Meng Ziye finally found a chance to speak. “Is he trying to be nice to you?”

Xie Qiu shook his head. “I don’t know either.”

“But listening from the side, I thought it was so funny. They have no idea you already live at the He house.” Meng Ziye couldn’t help but start imagining things. “I’m really curious. When they find out He Siyan is your husband, how amazing will their faces look?”

“Then you might be disappointed.” Xie Qiu shrugged his shoulders slightly. “The He family might not let me attend the banquet, and He Siyan might not acknowledge my identity even after he wakes up.”

“I don’t think so.” Meng Ziye clenched his fist. “I think once He Siyan wakes up, he will definitely be head over heels for you!”

Xie Qiu: “Well, thank you for having so much faith in me.”

When he returned to the He house that evening, Xie Qiu keenly noticed that many more security cameras had been installed in the old estate.

“Mom.” Xie Qiu walked into the living room and greeted her. “I’m back.”

“Xiao Qiu is back.” Su Wanrong was sitting on the sofa looking at some papers. “Dinner will be a bit late today. If you’re hungry, you can have a snack first.”

“It’s okay, I’m not hungry.” Xie Qiu asked, “Is there anything I can help with?”

Su Wanrong smiled. “Not for now. Go upstairs and rest first.”

“Okay.” Xie Qiu replied and turned to go upstairs.

“By the way, Xiao Qiu, the house will be busy with many people lately, so I had some extra cameras installed.” Su Wanrong added thoughtfully, “But don’t worry, there aren’t any in Siyan’s room. They are only in the hallways.”

Xie Qiu’s heart, which had just jumped into his throat, settled back down. “I understand, Mom.”

Luckily, they didn’t put them in the sickroom, otherwise, wouldn’t all his daily whispering be overheard?

Xie Qiu went to the second floor, put his backpack in his room, washed his hands, and pushed open the door connecting to the room next door.

“Husband, I’m home.” His gaze fell on the bed, and his footsteps suddenly stopped.

Without any outside stimulation, the man lying on the bed had raised one hand and was grasping at something in the air.

Xie Qiu: “!”

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