When Song Xi entered the hospital ward, Song Qiao glanced at Ning Wan, her pink lips slightly parted, and said, "That man has been diagnosed with cancer and is hospitalized!"
At this mont, her tone revealed a deep sadness and helplessness. Her eyes, as she looked at Ning Wan, unknowingly started to turn red, as if she would burst into tears the next second.
Ning Wan froze instantly, naturally aware of whom Song Qiao was referring to as ’that man’.
She turned around to look behind her, not knowing exactly at what, and then turned back to lead the sowhat disoriented Song Qiao to the stairwell.
Because Ning Wan knew how Song Qiao’s ’father’ used to treat her, she held no goodwill towards Song Qiao’s father. Seeing Song Qiao running around for a little bit of dical expenses, she increasingly resented Song Qiao’s father. Why not help his own daughter? That dical expense was rely a month’s pocket money for Song Jia, but for Song Qiao at that ti, it was a substantial sum.
Even when Song Xi’s mother ca to give Song Qiao trouble, Ning Wan once wanted to beat up Song Qiao’s father, or at least scold him.
Just as they reached the stairwell, Song Qiao, who had been holding back her tears, suddenly cried as if strings of pearls had broken, her face full of tears, yet she didn’t make a sound.
But precisely because she didn’t cry out loud, she seed even more pitiful than if she had.
Ning Wan couldn’t help but take tissues from her bag and gently wipe Song Qiao’s tears, sighing as she asked, "Qiaoqiao, have you forgiven him now?"
Song Qiao paused, her tears still flowing. After a while, she gritted her teeth and said, "Forgive him just like that, how could I?"
That man had done so much, treated her so coldly, even allowing Song Xi’s mother to humiliate her, cause her trouble, plunging her life into difficulties. Most importantly, when the Mu Family had issues, he didn’t step up to help, acting as if she was not his biological daughter and her mother wasn’t his wife.
Back then, Song Qiao felt her heart towards this father had died.
No hope left, she didn’t expect him to treat her well, nor that she would return to the Song Family, nor that he would ever cherish her like he once did.
Ning Wan watched Song Qiao, who suddenly took the tissues to wipe away her tears and stopped crying, and spoke directly, "Qiaoqiao, no matter what you want or do now, I want you to see clearly what you really want, including between you and Lu Jingchen..."
Don’t be as foolish as she was.
Yet that last sentence, she didn’t say aloud.
Song Qiao’s experience was similarly tragic to hers, only her parents died accidentally, and she was directly kicked out by her uncle’s family. Song Qiao’s mother died, and she was forced to leave the Song Family due to her father’s remarriage.
Ultimately, their similarity was their lack of protection and love from family.
Oh... not quite, as Qiaoqiao has her grandfather.
While she... now has nothing left in this world.
Ning Wan didn’t stay long with Song Qiao, as Xi Mohan’s call summoned her back to the ward, which worsened her mood.
Song Qiao’s face had returned to normal, except for slightly swollen eyes, showing no apparent emotions. Seeing Ning Wan’s bad mood, she asked with concern, "What’s wrong? Did sothing happen?"
Ning Wan put her phone back in her pocket, shaking her head, she said, "It’s nothing, just that man’s going crazy again. I’ll blacklist him once he’s recovered."
Looking at Ning Wan, Song Qiao chuckled softly, "Didn’t he only behave that way to you before? Isn’t this a good chance for revenge now?"
"What do you an?" Ning Wan asked, slightly confused.
Song Qiao’s face brightened with a smile, she imdiately said, "I an, while he’s still hurt and unable to do much, take the chance to bully him back, dear."
Ning Wan realized and clapped her hands, speaking excitedly, "Why didn’t I think of this before? Great idea, dear, you’re so smart."
Song Qiao: "..." I was only joking.
...
When Lu Jingchen returned ho from work, he found Song Qiao sitting dazed in the living room.
Song Qiao sat in the sofa quietly, the indoor temperature was just right. But the TV wasn’t on, nor was she looking at magazines or playing with her phone, she just sat there dumbfounded.
Aunt Chen must be in the kitchen preparing dinner, and the other servants busy with tasks greeted Lu Jingchen but didn’t manage to rouse Song Qiao from her thoughts.
Handing his blazer to a servant, Lu Jingchen unbuttoned his shirt sleeve, rolled it up, and walked behind Song Qiao, bending down to hug her from behind, kissing her cheek, his deep voice seductive and gentle, "What’s up? So lost in thought?"
Song Qiao was startled, widening her eyes, turning her head to look at the man behind her, she reached out to lightly slap him, grumbling, "Why are you so silent? You scared ."
The man grabbed the small hand resting on his shoulder and chuckled, "You were just too deep in thought. I made quite the noise coming ho, but you didn’t notice, can’t bla ."
His kiss fell on the back of her hand, sending tingles through her body, and as she attempted to pull her hand back, he held it even tighter, making her blush.
Song Qiao faced him fully, more perturbed than pleased, "Didn’t you say on the phone you had a business dinner and wouldn’t co back for dinner? How co you’re here now?"
She glanced at the clock; it was only half past six, aning he had co straight ho after work.
Unperturbed, still smiling gently, he replied, "Well, I canceled it, didn’t have dinner with you last night, so I’m here to join tonight."
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