northernbook Chapter 507 Having a nightmare
Chapter 507 Having a nightmare
Fang Li felt that she was conscious, but when she tried to wake up, she found herself trapped and unable to break free.
Han Xi's figure flickered in and out of the shadows deep in the woods, with the sound of light footsteps in his ears, as if countless eyes were watching from the shadows.
She wanted to scream, but her throat felt blocked, and she could only watch helplessly as the shadow drew closer and closer, finally engulfing her completely.
"Well……"
A suppressed groan escaped her throat, and Fang Li suddenly opened her eyes!
The stray hairs on my forehead were soaked with cold sweat, sticking to my skin and feeling icy cold.
Her chest heaved violently, and her fingertips trembled slightly. It took her a while to realize that she was lying on a soft bed in her bedroom.
The curtains were drawn tightly, making the room dark. The digital clock on the bedside table showed 10:58, indicating that it was already close to noon the next day.
She propped herself up and sat up, feeling as if all her strength had been drained from her body, and her head was also throbbing slightly.
I had just thrown back the covers and was about to get out of bed when I heard a slight noise downstairs, followed by increasingly loud footsteps, and then a knock on the door.
"Guobao? Is he awake?"
Fang Yun's voice came through the door, carrying a hint of barely perceptible worry, "I heard the noise, so I made you some millet porridge. It's warm, have some first?"
The door was pushed open, and Fang Yun walked in carrying a small tray.
The millet porridge in the white porcelain bowl above was steaming, and next to the tray was a tender poached egg and a small dish of pickles.
She placed the bowl on the bedside table and noticed the beads of sweat on Fang Li's forehead, her worry deepening in her eyes.
Why did you sleep in so long today?
Fang Yun reached out and touched Fang Li's forehead, the warmth of her fingertips carrying her words: "You don't have a fever, but why do you look so pale? Did you have a nightmare?"
Fang Li avoided her mother's hand, reached for two tissues from the bedside table to wipe the sweat from her forehead, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "It's nothing, I just slept a little too soundly."
"...It's normal to be sleepy and have vivid dreams during early pregnancy."
Fang Yun looked at her worriedly, and when she saw her sit up, she quickly stuffed a pillow behind her back. "Be careful in the first few months. If you feel unwell, tell your mother. Drink some porridge while it's hot to fill your stomach."
"Well, thank you, mom."
Fang Li picked up the spoon and sipped the porridge slowly.
The millet was cooked until soft and sticky, with a faint aroma of rice, but my stomach felt like it was filled with a stone. After only a few sips, that familiar nausea suddenly surged up again.
She turned her head away, covered her mouth, and coughed violently. The next moment, she threw off the covers, jumped out of bed, and ran to the bathroom. As soon as she entered, she heard the sound of vomiting; she had thrown up all the porridge she had just swallowed.
"You were feeling much better a couple of days ago, why are you throwing up again?"
Fang Yun quickly caught up with her, took out a tissue to wipe her mouth, and patted her back to help her catch her breath. Her brows were furrowed. "It's not good to keep vomiting like this. Do you want to ask Grandpa He? His traditional Chinese medicine should have a way to help you feel better."
"......Need not."
Fang Li shook her head, recovering from the nausea, and said in a hoarse voice, "I guess I just woke up and am still not used to it. Also, the weather today is so gloomy and makes me feel uncomfortable."
Fang Yun followed her gaze to the window. The leaden clouds were so low that they seemed within reach, and the wind swirled withered leaves below, making a "whooshing" sound.
The Lunar New Year is just around the corner, and no one expected the situation to change so suddenly.
"The weather forecast says it will snow today, and it's estimated that it will start snowing this evening."
Fang Yun helped Fang Li back to bed and tucked her in. "There are still several hours until the dinner banquet tonight. Lie down for a while longer. I'll put the porridge downstairs to keep it warm. Call me when you want some."
Fang Li nodded in agreement, watched her mother's figure disappear through the door, and gently closed the door behind her.
The room returned to silence, but she could no longer fall asleep.
The lingering fear of the nightmare hadn't faded, and the sky outside the window seemed to confirm some ominous premonition, making her heart heavy.
She picked up her phone, opened the news app, and browsed through it. Apart from gossip about Song Yuchen, most of the rest were trivial entertainment news.
Fang Li was scrolling aimlessly when her finger suddenly paused on the screen. In the end, she couldn't resist and opened the chat window with Han Xi.
The last message he sent was a few days ago when he said, "Take care of yourself, wait for me to come back," and then there was no further news.
I don't know how he is doing now.
Fang Li stared at the line of text for a long time, but ultimately couldn't type a single word, and then logged out.
When I called Wen Yang, she answered almost instantly.
"Hey, at this hour you're either asleep or out causing trouble, what made you think of calling me?"
Wen Yang's voice carried its usual teasing tone, and the sound of typing could be heard in the background. "I was just about to send you a message when you called. We really are on the same wavelength."
Fang Li smiled; Wen Yang's teasing voice finally lifted her spirits somewhat.
"What are you busy with? How's the company doing?"
"What do you think? Of course, I'm busy with the trivial matters that Boss Xu assigned. As for the company, everything is almost done. You said yesterday that the employees should go home for the New Year early. I've done the math, and most of them can leave this afternoon. The remaining few who are finishing up will leave first thing tomorrow morning."
"Well, thank you for your hard work."
Fang Li leaned against the headboard, listening to Wen Yang's clear voice, and the gloom in her heart grew lighter and lighter. "Have all the year-end bonuses been paid out? And the New Year's gifts for the family, have the administration department check them all, so no one is left out."
"Don't worry, everything is arranged."
Wen Yang laughed, "With this kind of fuss, anyone who didn't know better would think the company is about to go public. The employees are all praising you in the group chat, saying they've got a soft-hearted boss, much better than those who just make empty promises."
"Stop it."
Fang Li couldn't help but laugh, "Keeping you guys at the company, working overtime during the New Year, and then your families and the media come after me, that's not worth it."
"Tsk tsk, so it turns out it's all for his own benefit."
Wen Yang deliberately dragged out her words, "But to be honest, a boss like you is really rare these days. I just overheard the receptionist talking to her mom on the phone, saying she's happy to be able to go home two days earlier this year."
"Everyone has a tough year."
Fang Li looked out the window and said in a softer tone, "Going back early and having a lively New Year is better than anything else. Even if the company is busy, it won't make a difference if we have a couple more days."
"Okay, then I'll slip away early this afternoon too?" Wen Yang asked tentatively.
"Get lost, finish signing the last batch of documents before you leave."
Fang Li chuckled and teased, "By the way, what are your plans for the Chinese New Year this year?"
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that Wen Yang's relationship with her family is at its lowest point. Ever since Wen Tao was thrown into Mamba by Lin Mo, the Wen family has all thought that Wen Tao had really been sold by loan sharks.
In their minds, Wen Tao had not yet paid back the money he owed. They were anxious for Wen Tao's well-being but dared not report him to the police.
These days, he has come to truly hate Wen Yang.
The elderly couple didn't even tell Wen Yang when they sold the house and moved.
It turned out that Yu Tian's men had been secretly keeping an eye on the Wen family, and after noticing this, they informed Wen Yang.
Wen Yang has completely given up on her parents.
As long as they're okay, whatever.
“Of course I’ll be spending Chinese New Year with Yu Tian. He’s not going back to Haicheng this year either; he’s planning to have hot pot with some of his buddies at the company. As a family member, I’ll just join in the fun.”