"When the weather gets colder, don’t wear such thin clothes."
Luo Haofeng placed Qiao Siyi’s hand under the blanket and extended his own hand to take the water cup beside him for a drink.
"I know."
Qiao Siyi gently nodded, never opposing anything Luo Haofeng said.
The door of the ward was pushed open from outside, and the special nursing assistant ca in holding a jacket, followed by Luo Haofeng’s father, Luo Rongbin.
Seeing Qiao Siyi sitting by the bed with both hands still under the blanket, and Luo Haofeng with a gentle expression, as if the two were having a conversation.
He smiled kindly, carrying a stainless steel thermos to the bedside, "Ah Feng, I’ve asked Aunt to make soup for you."
"Dad, you could’ve had soone deliver it. There was no need for you to co yourself."
Luo Haofeng glanced at the thermos in Luo Rongbin’s hand and said calmly.
Qiao Siyi politely greeted, "Uncle."
"I had so matters to discuss with you, so I ca over."
Luo Rongbin glanced at Qiao Siyi and spoke to his son.
Qiao Siyi smiled and said, "Haofeng, you and Uncle have your talk first. I’ll go back to the ward and rest for a while."
"Take the soup, drink it before resting."
His father had sothing to discuss, so Luo Haofeng didn’t insist on Qiao Siyi staying.
After Qiao Siyi left, Luo Rongbin pulled out a chair and sat down by the bedside, "Are you really planning to have the wedding with Qiao Siyi before the year ends?"
His question was direct, and Luo Haofeng’s expression slightly froze.
He had promised this to Qiao Siyi before her surgery, that once she underwent the operation and was discharged, they would get married.
After a mont of silence, a faint smile appeared on Luo Haofeng’s lips, his long, alluring eyes remaining calm, without any ripples, "Dad, the schedule might be tight, and I have a lot of matters at the company, so my wedding won’t be a grand affair."
Luo Rongbin took a deep breath.
"I won’t hide it from you. Before I ca here, I received a call from your Aunt Qiao."
As soon as he said this, the perfunctory smile on Luo Haofeng’s lips suddenly stiffened.
His gaze held a mixture of expressions as he looked at Luo Rongbin. The cup he had drunk from still in his hand, but his grip tightened inch by inch.
His father ntioned only Qiao Xiuyun, not Bai Xiaoxiao, yet he couldn’t keep his composure.
He was desperately curious about what Qiao Xiuyun told his father and what Bai Xiaoxiao’s situation was now.
Ranran’s thin lips were pressed tightly together.
It was as if he was trying hard to control himself from asking the questions he desperately wanted to know.
The atmosphere in the ward beca sowhat oppressive due to this silence, as if the air was slowly being diluted.
Luo Rongbin quietly watched his son, observing his changing expressions, his silent restraint. After a long while, he broke the silence, his deep voice resonating, "Ah Feng, a person’s life is long. Several decades, when converted into days, hours, minutes, and seconds, can feel like centuries."
Luo Haofeng’s breath hitched slightly.
"If you’re with soone you truly like, ti will feel very short. But if you’re not with soone you like, you’ll never be happy in your life."
He spoke from experience; living with soone you don’t love is a tornt in every mont.
Luo Haofeng was his son, and Luo Rongbin didn’t want him to spend his life the sa way he did.
"Ah Feng, your breakup with Xiaoxiao, your Aunt Qiao just learned about it today. She called to ask if you’re really going to marry Qiao Siyi and truly ignore Xiaoxiao."
As the na ’Xiaoxiao’ entered his ears, Luo Haofeng only felt a sharp clenching at his heart.
It was as if sothing sharp had been driven into his heart, imdiately causing a flood of bleeding and an unbearable pain.
For the past half-month, he had been struggling not to miss her.
He promised Qiao Siyi that he couldn’t continue to love Xiaoxiao, even though this love had seeped into his bones and would never be forgotten unless he lost his life.
He still wanted to think about Xiaoxiao a little less in the future.
He believed that only if he himself truly found happiness would Xiaoxiao be happy.
By treating Qiao Siyi well, the man Xiaoxiao would eventually be with would also treat her well.
But one word from his father caused the high walls he painstakingly built in his heart to collapse, rendering him unable to breathe from the pain.
So things are not as he wishes.
"Dad, Xiaoxiao doesn’t need to live a happy life, but Qiao Siyi does. She lost a leg, her health, and her will to live."
"You can compensate her in other ways. If you’re willing, I’ll talk to Qiao Siyi, and we can offer her money."
Luo Rongbin’s voice held a hint of urgency.
"I agreed to this willingly."
Xiaoxiao already knew that Qiao Siyi lost a leg because of him and was aware of Qiao Siyi’s deep feelings for him. If Luo Haofeng abandoned Qiao Siyi at this ti.
Xiaoxiao would also look down on him.
"Have you really thought it through? Are you willing to let Xiaoxiao, with your child, marry another person and call another man ’father’?"
A glimpse of pain flickered in Luo Haofeng’s eyes, but his tone remained calm, "What’s it to ?"
"You will regret it in the future."
Seeing Luo Haofeng’s stubbornness, Luo Rongbin couldn’t help feeling a bit angry.
On the other hand, he felt guilty towards Qiao Xiuyun and Bai Xiaoxiao. Years ago, he got involved with Qiao Xiuyun, ultimately causing her to suffer humiliation.
Now, his son got involved with Bai Xiaoxiao and, due to the Qiao Siyi incident, obstinately decided to marry Qiao Siyi.
Luo Rongbin couldn’t fathom if his brain was caught in a door or if he’d damaged it when he fell off a cliff.
Only then would he choose this thod to compensate Qiao Siyi.
Once again, silence perated the room, as Luo Haofeng remained unmoved by Luo Rongbin’s persuasion.
The father and son remained at an impasse for a while.
Eventually, Luo Haofeng said faintly, "Dad, if there’s nothing else, you should go back first."
"Then call your Aunt Qiao. You once begged to be with Xiaoxiao. Now, because of Qiao Siyi, you ignore Xiaoxiao. You need to explain to her parents."
"You make the call for ."
Luo Haofeng’s expression was extrely indifferent, seeming to show a lack of concern for Bai Xiaoxiao.
Luo Rongbin’s face changed; seeing his son’s indifferent expression, he huffed coldly and said angrily, "Fine, I’ll call your Aunt Qiao and tell her not to have any more expectations from you. Let Xiaoxiao find a good man to marry soon."
Luo Haofeng pressed his lips tightly together in silence.
Luo Rongbin took another long look at him, then stord out of the ward.
Hearing the loud slam of the door closing, Luo Haofeng finally looked up towards the door. In his long eyes were entwined countless emotions, including heart-wrenching pain and guilt.
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