"Madam, you’re awake." As soon as Chen Ma saw Song Qiao wake up, she hastily lowered her hand that was ready to knock on the door.
Song Qiao humd in response and asked, "Is there anything you need?"
As soon as she spoke, she felt her throat was extrely dry and her voice was very hoarse.
Chen Ma didn’t say much, but directly stated, "Mr. Xi called just now to say that Mr. Lu has awakened and has asked you to go to the hospital to take care of him."
Song Qiao furrowed her brows, her face devoid of any superfluous expression, and plainly dismissed her, "I know. You may leave now."
However, she promptly shut the bedroom door.
Chen Ma stood at the door, montarily unable to fully process the situation, but looking at the firmly closed door, she ultimately decided not to say anything more and heaved a sigh from the bottom of her heart before leaving.
Chen Ma was a clever woman; she could tell from Song Qiao’s complexion that her mood was not good, likely due to her husband.
They had also heard about Mr. Lu getting shot yesterday while trying to save Miss Zuo at the villa; however, everyone only talked about it in whispers, not daring to discuss it openly in front of Song Qiao.
When Song Qiao finished washing up and got ready to co out half an hour later, she opened the bedroom door and stepped out, dressed in an oversized loose T-shirt with calf-length casual pants, walking out of the bedroom with an expressionless face and heading towards the living room on the first floor.
Upon seeing Song Qiao co out, Chen Ma imdiately approached her and asked, "Madam, would you like breakfast now?"
"Mm." Song Qiao responded and directly sat down at the dining table, prompting Chen Ma to imdiately head to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.
...
An hour later, a black Maybach stopped at the entrance of the hospital. Song Qiao, holding a thermal container, got out of the car and instructed the driver, "Old Zhang, you can go back first. I’ll call you when I need to return."
Old Zhang promptly acknowledged and then drove away.
Song Qiao looked up at the hospital building in front of her, unable to stir up any emotion in her heart. She narrowed her eyes for a mont and then decisively entered the building.
Inside the hospital, patients and family mbers were everywhere. She walked straight into the elevator, pressed the button for the floor with the VIP wards. Even though she had not accompanied them to the ward arranged for Lu Jingchen last night, Xi Mohan might have been worried that she wouldn’t know where it was. Over the phone, he directly inford Chen Ma of the specific floor and the ward number where Lu Jingchen was.
Song Qiao paused outside the ward door, knocked perfunctorily, and then directly opened it and went inside. However, after taking two steps and clearly seeing the situation inside, she suddenly stopped moving, standing still without taking another step.
The person inside the ward seed not to have expected soone to co in suddenly. Zuo Yuqing, originally feeding porridge to the man on the bed, jolted, almost spilling the porridge on the man, which made her hurriedly stand up with the bowl and then place it on the table, her face showing panic and insecurity as she looked at the woman standing at the door.
Lu Jingchen’s eyes fell on Song Qiao standing at the entrance, his pupils abruptly constricted, and his face darkened instantly, calling out to the woman at the door with a low and hoarse voice, "Song Qiao..."
Apart from the initial flash of surprise on Song Qiao’s face, she remained as calm as still water. Hearing Lu Jingchen calling her, she slightly tugged at the corner of her mouth and spoke in an unhurried tone, "It seems my timing is not good, you can continue, I’ll wait outside for you."
After speaking, she turned around, intending to walk out of the ward.
A rustle ca from behind, followed by Zuo Yuqing’s alard cry, "Jingchen..."
Just as Song Qiao turned around, the ward door was opened from the outside at that mont. Xi Mohan entered with one hand holding a mobile phone and the other on the door handle. Seeing Song Qiao, he briefly paused, then in a neither warm nor harsh tone asked, "Where do you plan to go?"
Song Qiao’s lips moved as if she wanted to say sothing, but then she heard footsteps from behind. She saw Xi Mohan’s frown and his face turning ominously dark. Without turning her head, she found herself enveloped in a broad embrace, the sll of dicine and strong masculine scent belonging to the man instantly filling her senses.
"Song Qiao, you just arrived and you’re leaving. Do you dislike that much?" The man’s voice, bearing a tinge of teeth-clenching anger, echoed in her ear.
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