Novel Bin Chapter 362 - How Long Did I Sleep?
Chapter 362: How Long Did I Sleep?
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
When Mo Jingshen woke up, he had been in a coma for two months.
As usual, Qin Siting entered the room in a white hospital gown and a face mask, only to see Mo Jingshen’s eyes open. He raised his eyebrows and asked incredulously, “Am I dreaming?” Are you awake?
On the bed, Mo Jingshen looked calm and cold. He looked emotionless at the man in the white gown by the bedside. A long time passed before he frowned. “How long did I sleep?”
His voice was unusually hoarse.
“How long did you sleep?” Qin Siting resisted the urge to call Ji Nuan at once and stared at Mo Jingshen, who was obviously still a bit unconscious. “Two months. Is it long?”
The man on the bed frowned slightly. He didn’t speak for a moment, as if he was trying hard to figure out something.
It was not convenient to use a cell phone in the ward. Qin Siting put his hand into his pocket and stared at Mo Jingshen wonderingly. The latter’s look was a bit strange. Although he always looked indifferent and cold, there seemed to be something more in his eyes and at the same time, something less in his eyes.
“You’re fortunate to survive this accident. Ji Nuan hasn’t waited in vain.” Qin Siting smiled and sighed.
But when Mo Jingshen heard the name Ji Nuan, he suddenly raised his head and narrowed his dark eyes. “Ji Nuan?”
“Hey...” Qin Siting raised his eyebrows. “The steel bars in the car hurt your cervical vertebrae and spine, which are connected to the nerves in your brain. Have you lost your fxcking memory?”
Mo Jingshen kept silent and raised his long forefinger against his temple. He didn’t seem very sober yet.
“Damn, don’t tell me you really have amnesia! Then Ji Nuan will cry her heart out!” Qin Siting was about to step forward and examine him.
Before his hand touched him, the man on the bed frowned and coldly said, “No, I remember everything.”
There was a strong sense of alienation in his voice, which was not aimed at him, but at the name Ji Nuan.
Qin Siting felt a bit strange. Mo Jingshen had just woken up, and no one had offended him, but his alienating and cold aura that belonged to a superior was too strong. He hesitated and then asked, “How are you feeling?”
“I’m fine, but I have a bad headache.” Mo Jingshen’s voice was low and husky. He closed his eyes because he was not used to the light in the ward.
Qin Siting turned to draw the curtain, and when he turned back, he saw that Mo Jingshen had opened his eyes. The room suddenly darkened, obscuring his unfathomable eyes.
Qin Siting turned on the light in the ward and took out his cell phone to check the time. “I’ll go out and call your doctor and parents, and then I’ll call Ji Nuan, who must have arrived at the airport by now. She had waited for you for two months and was just about to go back to Hai City to visit her father. You woke up just in time. Hopefully, she hasn’t boarded the plane yet.”
Mo Jingshen calmly looked at the phone that Qin Siting took out. He paid attention to the model of the phone and remained silent without saying a word.
...
An hour later, medical staff came and went into the ward. Mo Shaoze and Wan Zhu, after getting the news, rushed to the hospital, but before they saw Mo Jingshen, the door of the ward had been closed again.
Mo Jingshen didn’t see anyone.
The ward was dimly lit, and the man on the bed felt his throat hurt. Qin Siting closed the door as he went out. Mo Jingshen lay quietly back in bed, staring at the white ceiling. The air conditioning was barely audible in the empty luxury ward.
He closed his eyes.
During his sleep, he had a long dream.
He remembered who he was. He remembered who Ji Nuan was.
He remembered how the accident happened and how Ji Nuan rolled off the car in front of him. He remembered the moment the steel pierced his shoulder as the massive impact took place. He also remembered her crying desperately in the car, and Feng Ling shouting that her lower body was bleeding. He remembered...
His cell phone was placed beside his bed, and he didn’t know if anyone had charged it in two months. Mo Jingshen opened his eyes. After two months of sleep and recuperation, his wounds had healed. He could easily get up and raise his hands now. He took the phone from the white table beside the bed.
The date shown on the phone was March 13, 200x.
He paused for a moment, and his head began to ache again. There were dozens of missed calls and unread text messages on his phone, most of them from Ji Nuan.
[Mo Jingshen, I’m scared.]
[When will you wake up...]
[I failed to protect our baby. You’re angry, aren’t you?]
[I dreamed you woke up.]
[Love you.]
[Mo Jingshen, I love you very, very much, so don’t keep sleeping like this. Wake up.]
[If I knew you would save my life this way, I would have died with Su Xueyi in that car rather than watch you die for me.]
[It’s so cold today, but I can’t live in your ward. Is your bed very warm? Can I go to sleep with you?]
[I haven’t seen you for half a month. I miss you so much...]
[The doctor said you would probably keep sleeping like this. You don’t want me anymore?]
[Mo Jingshen, I’m missing you.]
[You still don’t want to wake up?]
[I’m scared. I’m scared every day.]
...
The man on the bed quietly read those messages. He remained expressionless until he had read all of them. He read each message carefully with his black, icy eyes, and then clicked on the delete-all option.
Then, Mo Jingshen rubbed between his eyebrows and found the phone number of the head of the center of the legal affairs office of the Mo Corporation in his cell phone’s address book.
After the phone was connected, the other side asks in surprise, “President Mo?”
“Prepare two copies of a divorce settlement by the end of the month.”
“Divorce settlement? Who—who wants a divorce?”
“Ji Nuan and I.”
The marriage began in Hai City Civil Affairs Bureau. According to the law, it must be ended there too.
Qin Siting had just opened the door of the ward with the medicine when he heard Mo Jingshen’s words. He almost dropped the medicine bottles and looked at the cold, pale-faced man in shock.
Mo Jingshen didn’t show any change of expression as Qin Siting came in. He hung up the phone, threw the phone aside, and closed his eyes.
“You’re divorcing Ji Nuan?” Qin Siting frowned.
He knew Mo Jingshen very well. Although many people could not understand Mo Jingshen, Nan Heng and Qin Siting, who had been with him for so many years, were always more understanding than curious about what Mo Jingshen did. He never did anything impulsive or unreasonable. He was too calm and rational. He was not only impeccable in business, but also absolutely rational on the issues of marriage and romance and wouldn’t allow any misunderstanding or flaws to occur.
But he slept for two months, and the first thing he did when he woke up was to divorce Ji Nuan?!