Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories

“Give it to him!” Shen Qianshu did not have a choice. She could not let Ye Ling be in such a state. The chains were tugged by him until they made a ruckus. Shen Qianshu felt pain deep within her heart. Finally, after injecting the relaxant, his symptoms were lessened.

“Is Master very dependent on the relaxant?”

“When his illness is triggered, he is very dependent on it.”

However, Zhong Ran did not dare to tell Shen Qianshu that the relaxant was actually like a drug to Ye Ling for a very long period of time. He was extremely dependent on it. During that period of time, the onset of his illness was very frequent. Every day, he was in a state of confusion and had to be injected with the relaxant. However, once this thing was injected, the person would become drowsy, furious, and irritable, and his nerves would be painful. This was a vicious cycle. Thereafter, Luther had said something to him, and his condition slowly improved.

Zhong Ran thought to himself, Do we need to call Luther over?

But Butler Luther cannot leave Paris…

Tong Hua said, “Mommy, if he is still not conscious after tonight, let’s bring him to the hospital.”

“But if we send him to the hospital, the people from the Golden City will know that he is in a coma.”

This was such a big matter. If they wanted to hide it, it would not be easy. Zhong Ran raised his eyebrows. “Miss Shen, don’t worry, I will ensure that not even a droplet of water will be leaked. There will not be anyone noticing. Don’t worry.”

“Alright!”

There was only this way out.

Shen Qianshu was busy with Ye Ling’s matter wholeheartedly. Her cell phone was at the side ringing continuously, but she could not be bothered by it. Chen Qiuxiang had left her with more than 10 messages. To sum it up, it was about Lu Mengxi whom Gubelin was grooming recently. She would be replacing Shen Qianshu!

Shen Qianshu raised her eyebrows, feeling quite surprised.

Her boss had brought Lu Mengxi to attend a few of the Gubelin big scale international exhibitions recently and had greatly publicized her to his counterparts. Lu Mengxi was good-looking and was capable. She became popular very quickly, and she was already famous overseas. Now, her popularity had soared to a new height.

The competition in her career had never once stopped.

There seemed to be a fated war between Lu Mengxi and her.

She looked at Ye Ling who was deep asleep. At that moment, she was too lazy to think about the matter regarding Lu Mengxi. Let her take whatever she wanted.

She only wanted Master to wake up.

Late at night, after the effect of the relaxant wore off, Ye Ling started to be in pain again. He slipped into a nightmare and was unable to free himself. Shen Qianshu took off the blanket and got into the bed, hugging him tightly. There was a strong bloody smell on his body.

There were many big and small wounds on his body. Shen Qianshu pressed on his wounds, and she used one hand to stroke his waist lightly.

“Master, I’ll sing for you. Alright?”

Ye Ling could not answer. One of his hands held onto Shen Qianshu tightly. Shen Qianshu’s gentle singing could be heard in the night. She was singing a French minor, and the tune was very gentle, soothing, and a little sad.

This was the first French song she had learned back then. She was in the castle during that period of time, and Ye Ling was difficult to serve. He wanted to listen to tunes and wanted to listen to songs. He did not want Chinese or English songs. It made Shen Qianshu so angry that she wanted to break him. In the end, she learned a French song in the speed of light.

As she sang the song, she thought of that period of time. There was a tint of a smile hanging by the corners of her lips. Back then, the image of the young girl who was so angry that she flew into a rage was so fresh in her memory. Master was like a big master lying at the side. It made her gnash her teeth in hatred, but she did not have any choice.

Now, he was being tormented and lying down. Yet, she was helpless.

She could only sing a song for him to reduce his suffering.

Master, can you hear my voice?

I hope that my singing can give you some strength. And can let you defeat… him!