Chen Li was surprised that Song Wan would say such a thing to her.

In fact, everyone has taboos that cannot be touched.

Chen Li's biggest mistake was that she never considered Song Wan's feelings and recklessly touched on her sensitive wounds.

She forgot the old saying that even a rabbit will bite when cornered.

Chen Li couldn't swallow this insult. She was stunned for a few seconds, but when she came to her senses, her anger far outweighed her shock.

"You brat!" she raised her voice, shrieking, "Now you dare yell at me and throw things? I..."

She looked around, then picked up a cup from the table and smashed it on the ground! Not satisfied with that, she then picked up a vase and threw it at Song Wan!

Song Wan stood motionless, as if she had fallen into an abyss of despair, her whole body ice-cold.

Just as Chen Li threw the vase away, the ward door opened, and a figure flashed past, shielding Song Wan behind him.

"careful!"

Song Wan was momentarily dazed; the man's white shirt smelled of sunshine.

The vase fell to the ground with a thud and shattered into pieces.

"Are you alright?" He Nianhui shielded Song Wan from the flying shards and looked at Chen Li in disbelief. "Auntie, what happened to you...?"

Chen Li stared at him blankly.

This scene was witnessed by Lin Zhaojiang, who happened to be arriving at the scene.

He stood at the door and saw Song Wan's panicked face, and also saw the boy tightly protecting her.

He felt a pang of unease, then walked over and stood in front of Song Wan, looking at Chen Li with icy eyes.

"What's wrong, Mrs. Song, that you're coming to this private hospital for treatment?"

The moment Lin Zhaojiang entered, the room fell silent. His aura was so powerful that even the arrogant Chen Li instantly cowered in his presence, only able to offer a cautious, ingratiating smile.

"I...I have some heart problems."

Lin Zhaojiang frowned slightly, glanced at Song Wan beside him, and subtly put his arm around her shoulder, pulling her away from He Nianhui and gently stroking her back.

Song Wan trembled and instinctively grabbed Lin Zhaojiang's sleeve, shrinking into his arms.

Lin Zhaojiang was always gentle when he was with her, but the moment he looked up at others, he turned back into a fierce demon.

"Mrs. Song doesn't look unwell," he sneered. "If it really is a heart problem, I'll help Mrs. Song contact a specialist in that area, and she'll definitely get better!"

Chen Li lowered her head, not daring to speak.

Lin Zhaojiang, with Song Wan in his arms, prepared to leave, brushing past He Nianhui.

He glanced at the boy; he was handsome, with a face that seemed both innocent and full of curiosity about the world. He suddenly remembered what Xiao Liran had said—"The refined scoundrel is the type of guy girls like these days."

Lin Zhaojiang suddenly felt uncomfortable.

He placed Song Wan on his right, his broad shoulders acting as a barrier, blocking He Nianhui's view.

"President Lin," the young man greeted politely.

"Young Master He," Lin Zhaojiang smiled, "how has your father been lately?"

He Nianhui simply smiled and did not answer.

“I know you mean well,” Lin Zhaojiang said in a deep voice, “but this hospital seems to specialize in orthopedics, not cardiovascular medicine, right? Everyone has their own expertise. It would be better if I helped Mrs. Song find a doctor.”

"President Lin..."

"Besides, this is my family matter." Lin Zhaojiang said each word clearly, emphasizing the phrase "family matter." "Mrs. Song's illness is none of Mr. He's concern. I'll have someone come this afternoon to transfer Mrs. Song to another hospital!"

He Nianhui paused for a moment, watching the two figures disappear into the distance, a subtle smile playing on his lips.

Then he walked out of the ward and into the corridor, where he received a call from the housekeeper.

"Young Master, someone has already contacted me about transferring Mrs. Song to another hospital..."

"Yes, it's President Lin," He Nianhui said softly. "Let's do as he says!"

“Okay.” The butler paused. “Then what about Miss Song…”

"Don't make a fuss yet. The matter hasn't been fully investigated, and it's all just my speculation. However..." He Nianhui smiled, "I'm good at creating trouble for President Lin from time to time! Let me think about what to do next!"

*

Lin Zhaojiang led Song Wan away from the ward, and even after they got into the car, the man remained silent, his expression not good.

Song Wan looked at him, wanting to say something, but didn't say it.

Lin Zhaojiang received several phone calls and quickly arranged for Chen Li's transfer to another hospital. Among the callers was Dean Li, whom Song Wan had contacted before.

The car was quiet, and Song Wan could clearly hear Dean Li's solicitous words: "President Lin, if your family needs anything, just say so. Why bother coming all the way here... Don't worry, I'll definitely take care of it for the old lady..."

Song Wan smiled wryly.

The same person showed two different faces in front of her and Lin Zhaojiang.

It seems there's nothing Lin Zhaojiang can't do in this world; the name Lin Zhaojiang itself is omnipotent.

"The specialists have been found, and your mother can go for the check-up anytime."

Hearing his deep voice, Song Wan was slightly taken aback, then nodded, but her throat felt like it was blocked by something, and she couldn't say a word.

After a long silence, the man finally said, "Why didn't you contact me immediately?"

Song Wan looked up at him, and he was looking at her too, as if he was angry.

But what shone through those deep eyes was more disappointment.

“If Dean Li hadn’t told me that you had called him, I wouldn’t have known that your mother was in this private hospital.”

When he rushed over today to help her resolve her troubles, he was quite annoyed to see her so close to that Mr. He in the ward.

“If something happens to your family, I won’t stand idly by. But why didn’t you come to me, and instead went to that guy surnamed He for help? Am I really that untrustworthy to you?”

“No…” Song Wan’s throat tightened. She wanted to hold his hand, but her hand stopped in mid-air and she silently withdrew it.

“I just don’t want to be too dependent on you.” She lowered her head and said softly, “I don’t want to go back to being the Song Wan I used to be. I want to prove to myself that I can now, with my abilities, ensure my mother gets the best hospital room when she needs to be hospitalized, and that she can receive treatment from a professional medical team…”

"These are two different things!" Lin Zhaojiang's voice was filled with anger. "Do you even know that person? Do you know anything about him? You dared to accept his help when you knew nothing? Don't you think you're incredibly naive!"

Song Wan was stunned. Lin Zhaojiang rarely spoke to her in this tone. Even in the beginning, when she depended on him, Lin Zhaojiang had given her enough respect and pampering, always speaking to her in a gentle voice, like an elder who doted on a child.

And now...

He was more like an elder scolding a child.