"If I don’t like it, will you stop?"
"I will, but it’s very difficult. It requires so ti, and I can’t guarantee I’ll definitely quit." The man gazed steadily at her with dark eyes, their foreheads touching, and continued, "After all, for soone with so many years of smoking addiction, it’s really hard to completely quit smoking."
Song Qiao snorted, clearly aware of how hard it is for a man addicted to smoking to quit. But smoking is not good for the health, and because her father didn’t smoke, she had a natural aversion to the sll. In the past, she would feel a bit repulsed whenever she slled it. However, after being with Lu Jingchen, she encountered the sll of smoke more frequently and gradually suppressed her repulsion, though she still disliked it. Therefore, she also hoped that people around her wouldn’t smoke.
Although Lu Jingchen had a smoking habit, he rarely smoked in front of her. He probably used to enjoy smoking in the bedroom, but after they started living together and she insisted no smoking in the bedroom, he complied. Except for the occasional lapse when he couldn’t resist because he was in a bad mood.
"What were you thinking about just now? You seed so absorbed." He asked again.
Song Qiao blinked her eyes, slightly pursed her lips, and with a hint of disinterest, still replied, "I was thinking about Wanwan."
She paused, looked at the man in front of her, and said, "By the way, has Xi Mohan gone crazy recently?"
He stopped for a mont as he took the towel, lowered his eyes to look at her, "Why do you say that?"
Song Qiao found a comfortable position and leaned against him, snorted twice, and said, "If not, why is he tornting Wanwan tonight? He even ordered her to run to so many places to buy him supper, only to say he doesn’t like it after she bought it, or suddenly doesn’t want to eat anymore."
Lu Jingchen started to help her dry her rather wet long hair with the towel, his actions skillful, his tone low, "Hmm, perhaps it’s because he hasn’t had any intimacy for too long, so his temper’s a bit irritable."
Song Qiao, "..."
...
On the third day of Song Qiao’s father’s hospitalization, Song Qiao’s grandmother finally called her with a humble attitude, asking her to visit the hospital to see him.
Song Qiao was sowhat surprised by this change in her grandmother, but despite her surprise, she still went to the hospital after work in the afternoon.
At that ti, in the hospital, only a caregiver was there taking care of Song Qiao’s father. Song’s grandmother and Song Xi’s mother had been constantly at the hospital taking care of him these past few days and hadn’t rested well. After Song Qiao’s father woke up today, they had been sent ho.
The setup of the premium ward was almost like a hotel’s presidential suite, just lacking a minibar.
When she opened the door to the ward, the caregiver was just about to co out with a lunch box. On seeing Song Qiao, she was first stunned, then instinctively asked, "May I ask who you are looking for?"
Song Qiao slightly furrowed her brows. Before she spoke, the caregiver imdiately seed to recognize who she was, and with a hint of excitent said, "Are you Miss Song?"
Song Qiao clearly didn’t know how the caregiver recognized her, was slightly surprised, but still nodded.
The caregiver imdiately moved aside to let her in, saying, "Mr. Song just finished eating, you can go in to see him now. Mrs. Song said you would co over today, so she inford in advance. I need to go back for a bit now; if you have ti, could you stay to accompany Mr. Song? I will be back soon."
Reluctantly, Song Qiao nodded.
The caregiver thanked her and left imdiately.
Song Qiao, carrying the fruit in her hands, hesitated a bit but still walked right in.
Perhaps the caregiver’s voice was too loud just now because Song’s father was already sitting at the bedside, and he was not at all surprised to see her appear. He gestured to the chair beside the bed and said, "Sit down."
Song Qiao’s gaze fell upon the man on the bed, looking thinner and with a few strands of gray hair, and after standing still for a few seconds, she finally walked over and politely asked, "How is your health?"
Upon hearing Song Qiao’s voice, the originally sowhat gloomy expression on Song’s father’s face imdiately brightened, his voice trembling slightly, "I’m much better now. I thought you wouldn’t co to see anymore..."
Song Qiao remained expressionless as she placed the fruit she was carrying on the table but directly explained to Song’s father, "If grandma hadn’t suddenly changed her attitude and called to see you, I wouldn’t have co."
— This Chapter contains four thousand words.
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