"Madam..." Assistant Xue subconsciously wanted to call Song Qiao ’madam,’ but rembering what Song Qiao just said, he paused and quickly corrected himself, "Miss Song, feel free to ask whatever you want. I’ll answer whatever I can."
Song Qiao wasn’t difficult with Assistant Xue, as she needed sothing from him. She thought about the question she wanted to ask and took a long mont before speaking, "Assistant Xue, can you tell how my son is doing now?"
When Assistant Xue heard Song Qiao’s words, he imdiately looked up at the woman in front of him. His lips moved as if to answer, but as if recalling sothing, he quickly said, "The boss always protects the young master very well and doesn’t often bring him out, so we are not very clear about the young master’s situation. Miss Song, if you really want to know, you can ask the boss directly..."
Song Qiao was at a loss for words after hearing this, not knowing how best to respond.
This question of hers seed to be pointless...
Waving her hand, Song Qiao indicated she was fine and asked, "I have no more questions. By the way, is there sothing you wanted to talk to about?"
...
All afternoon, Song Qiao didn’t see Lu Jingchen, and she didn’t know if the man was still at the hospital. However, thinking carefully, when they were together, that man was always work-focused, a ’workaholic’ personified.
So now Song Qiao didn’t need to think to realize that man was probably at the company.
With nothing on her, no change of clothes, still wearing a hospital gown, and even the watch she used to wear was missing, Song Qiao felt extrely insecure and didn’t know what to do, so she stayed in the hospital.
Sitting on the hospital bed with a small fruit plate in her hand, there were two bunches of black grapes, which she was eating one by one. On the small plate next to her were grape skins and seeds she had spat out.
No matter what, she couldn’t compromise with her body, but she still felt extrely frustrated inside.
When she didn’t want to see that man, he would appear, but when she wanted to see him, there was no sign of him, not even after Assistant Xue left.
Her mory wasn’t good enough, and she hadn’t morized the phone numbers of Shinian and the others. All the numbers were stored in her phone.
While she was enjoying her grapes, the door to the ward opened from the outside. Song Qiao had just picked up a grape to put in her mouth when she heard the noise and turned to look at the door. She imdiately saw the person coming in and, startled, the grape stuck in her throat, choking her.
Lu Jingchen was wearing a white shirt and black trousers, holding a bag that seed to be from a certain clothing brand, with a logo on it, but it was too far for Song Qiao to see clearly.
Seeing Song Qiao coughing violently, visibly uncomfortable, Lu Jingchen’s gaze fell on the grapes on the table in front of her. Instantly understanding the situation, he frowned, quickly walked over, and pulled Song Qiao into his arms. He gently patted her back, though feeling a little concerned, he chided her with dissatisfaction, "How can you choke on a grape? Can’t you be more careful? I really don’t know how you’ve been living all these years."
Song Qiao heard Lu Jingchen’s words, and overwheld with a mix of emotions, she suddenly managed to cough up the grape stuck in her throat.
Instantly feeling much better, she was infuriated by Lu Jingchen’s remarks and turned her head to glare at him, "Lu Jingchen, just what did I ever do to you? Can’t you appear in front of without causing sothing bad to happen every ti?"
The man still sat on the bed, one hand around her waist, the other gently patting her back. Holding her soft body made him feel a sense of fulfillnt, and he was montarily reluctant to let go.
His thin lips parted with a low, hoarse laugh, as Lu Jingchen said, "So, you’re blaming for choking on a grape?"
Song Qiao patted her chest, feeling less uncomfortable, and without a good tone, said, "Who else should I bla if not you?"
Lu Jingchen: "..." Since when did this little woman beco so unreasonable?
Song Qiao didn’t notice how intimate their posture was at that mont, nor did she rember her previous grievances against Lu Jingchen. Suddenly thinking of her son, whom she hadn’t seen in four years, she turned around and faced Lu Jingchen, her small hands clinging to his shirt as she asked, "Lu Jingchen, can you let see our son?"
Lu Jingchen heard her words, pursed his thin lips, and looked deep into her eyes, saying nothing.
Thinking Lu Jingchen wouldn’t agree, Song Qiao quickly continued, "I promise I won’t fight for custody. I just want to know if he’s doing well and see how he looks now... After I see him, I’ll leave and never co back. I promise I won’t fight for custody. I just want to know if he’s doing well and see how he looks now..."
However, when the man heard her words, his eyebrows arched slightly, and instead of answering, he asked, "Do you think I would mistreat him?"
Song Qiao was taken aback, instinctively shaking her head, "I didn’t think that way. I just... just want to see him."
The man looked at her anxious expression and found his heart softening.
But recalling what Song Qiao said earlier, especially her words, ’I promise I won’t fight for custody. I just want to know if he’s doing well and see how he looks now... After I see him, I’ll leave and never co back. I promise I won’t fight for custody. I just want to know if he’s doing well and see how he looks now...’
made his face darken significantly, with a voice inside continually reminding him, ’Under no circumstances can you let her leave An City, leave your world. No matter what, you must keep her by your side. Even if it ans using every possible thod, you must keep her here... regardless of whether the two of you will be happy in the future...’
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