After a moment's thought, Lin Zhaojiang picked up his phone and dialed his cousin Lin Shumao's number.
"Big brother?" Lin Shumao was somewhat surprised.
Their branch basically doesn't participate in anything related to the group or family. He's happy to live a carefree life, since the family supports them and he doesn't lack money. He has no desire to bother with the power struggles.
But when Lin Zhaojiang called him today, it still made his heart skip a beat.
"Big brother...is there something you need?"
Lin Zhaojiang didn't beat around the bush and asked directly, "Where's your car?"
"Oh..." Lin Shumao was puzzled, but he still answered truthfully, "Several cars in my family have been sent for maintenance, and I still haven't gotten mine back... Sigh, the mechanic in charge of maintenance is really clumsy. I've urged him several times, and he keeps saying that the parts are not all available. I don't know if that's true or not... Fortunately, I don't need that car, so I won't hold it against him!"
Lin Zhaojiang's eyes darkened slightly.
He hung up the phone, told the doctor to keep a close eye on Song Wan, and later that evening, he went alone to the hospital where the pregnant woman was.
But I never expected to see this scene at the hospital entrance...
A furtive figure lingered at the gate, looking around suspiciously. A car then pulled up nearby. The man approached, and another man got out. The two immediately began arguing.
What are you doing here?
"Nonsense! If I weren't short of money, would I be coming to you?"
Lin Zhaojiang was startled. In the dim light, he saw that one of the people was Song Huai, and the other one was getting out of Lin Shumao's car!
"Hey, nice car!" Song Huai patted the car body with his hands in his pockets like a hooligan.
The man quickly stopped him and carefully examined the spot where he had been photographed.
"This isn't my car! Don't be reckless!"
“I know, I know! This license plate number is obviously from the Lin family!” Song Huai chuckled. “Brother, we’re all related to the Lin family, it’s not unreasonable for me to ask you for money!”
"you……"
"You're just working for the Lin family, while my sister will soon be the mistress of the Lin family!" Song Huai said smugly. "If you don't give me the money, I'll let the whole Lin family know about your unauthorized use of the car!"
"Don't go too far!" the man snapped angrily. "You have no idea what happened... This, this wasn't me driving the car without permission, it was..."
"Alright, alright! Enough with the nonsense, where's the money?"
"I didn't!" the man said angrily. "My wife is about to give birth, and we need money right now! Didn't you say your sister would soon be the mistress of the Lin family? Then why don't you go ask your brother-in-law for money!"
Song Huai's eyes widened, speechless with astonishment.
If he could have squeezed a few coins out of Lin Zhaojiang, would he have come all this way?
"Ha, don't think I don't know who you're working for!" Song Huai gritted his teeth. "Actually... we all have the same goal, it's money! I've done things for her too, we're... we're all on the same side, don't you think?"
"Why are you so reluctant to give money to your own people?"
"You should leave now!" The man didn't want to argue with him, and the two started pushing each other.
Clearly, Song Huai was no match for that man, and was pushed away by him in no time.
The man took the opportunity to slip into the hospital and quickly went upstairs.
Song Huai cursed and swore at the gate, then kicked the car, igniting its piercing alarm. Startled, he ran away in a panic.
Lin Zhaojiang, hiding in the shadows, witnessed everything, his brows furrowed.
They both did things for someone, but who was that person? Was it related to Song Wan?
Just then, the hotel called to tell him that Song Wan had regained consciousness.
Lin Zhaojiang snapped out of his thoughts and immediately headed to the hotel.
Although Song Wan had woken up, she still appeared pale and weak. She smiled at Lin Zhaojiang at first, but when the man sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled her into his arms, she took a deep breath and softly uttered a few words: "So tired..."
Lin Zhaojiang patted her head tenderly.
"It feels like I've walked a very long way," Song Wan murmured as if in a dream. "That road seemed to have no end. You were always ahead of me, and I kept calling out to you, but you acted like you couldn't hear me and ignored me..."
"Silly girl," Lin Zhaojiang comforted softly, "You've been under too much pressure lately from writing. Sometimes I feel like bringing you to Yun City... was a mistake."
"Wanwan, shall we go to Central City again?"
Song Wan was taken aback, and looked up at him. "Do you really want to go?"
"I……"
“Actually, I think this place is pretty good,” Song Wan said softly. “Although I was once sick and lost my memory, I have a special sense of familiarity with this place, probably because I was born and raised here. The old folks were right, people always return to their roots. If I could… I hope to stay here for the rest of my life.”
Lin Zhaojiang gently kissed her hair and forced a smile.
"Then our home will have to be here too."
"Our home?"
Lin Zhaojiang nodded. He had already decided to give Song Wan a home, and that home had to be far away from where she used to be...
"Oh right, my manuscript..." Song Wan hurriedly got up, but with the sudden movement, a wave of dizziness hit her, and she fell back into Lin Zhaojiang's arms.
"Don't think about this for now," Lin Zhaojiang said softly. "I heard from Lin Na that the manuscript is ready for finalization, so there won't be any more work for you in the later stages. I'll talk to Xiao Liran about the rest. You just need to rest well. After the new book is released, you have to keep your promise to be Mrs. Lin."
"Oh..." Song Wan blushed slightly, leaned against him and smiled.
"Wanwan."
"Um?"
"Before we get married, I have a story I want to tell you." Lin Zhaojiang held her hand. His palm was warm, but cold sweat beaded on his forehead. He had mustered up all his courage to say those words.
Xiao Liran is right. Rather than letting her know the past from others, it's better for him to tell her himself.
Song Wan blinked. "What story?"
“Like…the kind of novels you write.” Lin Zhaojiang smiled. “But I can only tell you slowly after you’ve finished everything. This story is long, and the ending may not be satisfactory, but I still really want to tell you.”
Song Wan smiled, thinking he wanted to provide her with some writing material.
"It's getting late." She glanced at her watch. "Are you... staying here tonight?"
“I’m a little worried about you,” Lin Zhaojiang said, looking at her. “But I have some business to attend to, so I might have to go back to the group office.”
"Don't worry, I can manage on my own. Besides, there are doctors and nurses here. I can call them if I feel unwell."
"Okay." He squeezed her small hand tightly. "We'll go look at houses in a couple of days, and the decoration and furniture will all be in your preferred style. You'll be busy decorating our home from now on!"
"Mmm!" Song Wan smiled.
However, at that moment, the moment he mentioned "home," she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her chest.
That feeling was very similar to the momentary pain she felt when she first met him…
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