Chapter 10 "Don't bite yourself, bite me."...
Liu Ye frowned, her nose red from the cold, and she pursed her lips, looking at him with a resentful gaze.
So cute it's unfair.
Chen Jianjin couldn't help but flick his finger and rub Song Wan's puffed-up face, "Baby, I'm pursuing you, of course I have to be more attentive."
They can't understand good or bad words.
Song Wan seriously doubted whether Chen Jianjin had actually gotten into university on his own merits.
"I won't have dinner with you."
As she spoke, Song Wan reached for her bag.
Chen Jianjin turned slightly to the side, pulling her into his arms. He then rubbed her shoulders. "Let's go, it's so cold outside."
"Chen Jianjin!"
Song Wan struggled restlessly, but Chen Jianjin grabbed her hand and put it in his pocket.
His hands were large and warm, radiating heat continuously. Soon, Song Wan's icy palms were covered in a layer of sweat.
She was still taken into Chen Jianjin's car.
With the heater on, it's much warmer inside the car than outside.
While fiddling with the navigation, Chen Jianjin asked, "Honey, would you like some Japanese food? Zhou Xiangyuan recommended a place to me a few days ago, saying it's delicious. Want to try it?"
Without a second thought, Song Wan refused, "No."
Chen Jianjin paused, and the air fell silent for a few seconds.
Finally, he raised an eyebrow, looking at him with a half-smile, "Shall we kiss?"
Song Wan was so shocked that her almond-shaped eyes widened, and she immediately covered her mouth.
Chen Jianjin smiled, "This time... has my darling decided what to eat?"
Song Wan wanted to curse, but she ground her back teeth again and again, and then lowered her eyes in frustration.
She began to think about it seriously.
"Chen Jianjin, do you eat spicy food?"
To the unexpected question, Chen Jianjin honestly replied, "I don't eat."
Song Wan immediately beamed with joy, "Then let's eat Sichuan cuisine."
Chen Jianjin's eyebrows twitched, and he glanced at her.
Song Wan pursed her lips, suppressing her sly, triumphant smile.
Knowing that Chen Jianjin doesn't eat spicy food, Song Wan went against the grain and ordered a table full of spicy dishes. If the desserts weren't unavailable, she would have loved to replace them with spicy ones as well.
Chen Jianjin knew that Song Wan was deliberately tormenting him, but he let her do as she pleased, silently poured himself a glass of water, and rinsed everything he put in his mouth.
Song Wan strongly suspected that the restaurant owner's side business was growing chili peppers, otherwise why would the chef put chili peppers in like they were free, making every dish far too spicy for her?
To avoid losing face, Song Wan forced herself to eat, while trying to persuade Chen Jianjin, "Look, we can't even taste the same food, we're totally incompatible."
Chen Jianjin disagreed, saying, "No one is born knowing how to eat spicy food; I can train."
Playing the lute to a cow.
Song Wan was already feeling unwell from the spiciness, and hearing what he said made her feel even worse.
Even after leaving the restaurant, the discomfort hadn't subsided; in fact, it had intensified.
Chen Jianjin, holding Song Wan's hand, noticed her trembling and became anxious. "What's wrong?"
Song Wan covered her lower abdomen with one hand, bent over and squatted down, a thin layer of sweat appearing on the tip of her nose. "Chen Jianjin, I'm in a little pain."
Her face was deathly pale, and without saying a word, Chen Jianjin picked her up by the waist.
"Baby, hang in there, we're going to the hospital."
Chen Jianjin settled her in the passenger seat, fastened her seatbelt, and gave her a gentle, reassuring kiss on the forehead. Then, without delay, he started the car.
Song Wan was in a daze from the pain, and Chen Jianjin's voice came through her ears intermittently—
"Yes, she said it hurts...where does it hurt?" Chen Jianjin glanced at the girl curled up in the passenger seat, his brows furrowed with worry. "It seems to be her stomach? On the right side. She just ate something spicy. Could it be gastroenteritis or food poisoning?"
Fortunately, it wasn't rush hour, and Chen Jianjin drove smoothly all the way to the People's Hospital. Qiao Xirong hadn't finished her shift yet, and doctors and stretchers were already prepared at the emergency room entrance.
Chen Jianjin carried Song Wan out of the car. She was in so much pain that her temples were damp with sweat, and her lower lip had been bitten so deeply that it was red and bleeding.
"Acute appendicitis, don't worry, it's not a big problem."
Qiao Xirong briefly informed Chen Jianjin and handed him the surgical consent form, saying, "Have her sign this, and I'll go prepare for the surgery."
Song Wan was in unbearable pain, and her hand trembled as she held the pen. Chen Jianjin covered her hand with his palm, took her hand, and wrote her name stroke by stroke.
When Qiao Xirong came back, she led a nurse to push Song Wan into the operating room.
Chen Jianjin handed the signed document back to her and earnestly requested, "Aunt, please handle the entire procedure, including the stitching."
Qiao Xirong raised an eyebrow and smiled, "This is the first time I've seen you show such concern for someone."
Song Wan felt she had a very comfortable sleep.
Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her mind gradually cleared.
A IV drip bottle hung beside the bed. Song Wan looked around, and the decor, which resembled both a hospital room and a hotel, left her somewhat bewildered.
The door was half-closed, and the sound of conversation could be heard.
After listening for a while, Song Wan recognized one of the voices as Chen Jianjin's and the other as a female doctor's. They were talking about postoperative precautions.
The conversation ended so abruptly that Song Wan hadn't even fully recovered when Chen Jianjin pushed open the door and returned.
Seeing that she was awake, Chen Jianjin was delighted. "You're awake? How are you feeling? Does the incision hurt? Is your stomach bloated?"
The anesthetic hadn't worn off yet, so Song Wan didn't feel anything special, except her throat was dry. She couldn't help but glance at the water glass on the small table next to her.
Chen Jianjin noticed her small movement, moved the cup further away, and explained, "The doctor said that you can't drink water or eat before passing gas after appendicitis surgery."
Being sick always makes one weak. Song Wan pursed her dry lips, her eyes looking forlorn.
Chen Jianjin sighed softly, moistened her lips with a cotton swab dipped in water, and coaxed her gently, "Just bear with it a little longer."
The girl's thick, dark hair was spread out on the white pillowcase. Her small face was pale, and her usually lively eyes were now drooping, looking listless.
Chen Jianjin felt extremely sorry for her and touched her face with his finger, "Don't get sick again in the future."
She really scared him today.
This man would try to take advantage of any opportunity, but Song Wan was ill and could neither dodge nor fight back, so he could only express his anger with a silent glare.
However, Song Wan soon ran out of energy to argue with him, because the anesthesia wore off and her incision started to hurt.
Her delicate brows furrowed tightly, and she bit her upper and lower lips again.
Chen Jianjin wished he could take her pain for her. He rubbed his thumb against the corner of her lips and whispered, "Let go, baby."
He offered his tiger's mouth to the other side, saying, "Don't bite yourself, bite me."
Song Wan looked at him with teary eyes.
The boy sat leaning against the edge of her bed, his back bent, one hand casually touching her face, the other hand bringing it to her mouth.
Chen Jianjin is still the same Chen Jianjin.
Thick eyebrows, deep-set eyes, a straight nose, and a faint scent of cedarwood on his body.
Song Wan swallowed lightly and then opened her mouth to bite without hesitation.
The physical pain acted as a trigger, stirring up all her unpleasant memories.
She bit Chen Jianjin hard, as if to vent all the grievances she had suffered these past few days.
Tears welled up and streamed into her hair.
Chen Jianjin felt as if his heart was being fried in oil. He lowered his head and kissed away her tears, comforting her, "It's alright, it's alright..."
That night, Song Wan slept fitfully, and every time she opened her eyes, she could see Chen Jianjin standing by her bedside. The hot compress on her lower abdomen remained warm, and she could occasionally feel him massaging her in circles.
Song Wan was fully awake when it was broad daylight.
Chen Jianjin had fallen asleep beside her bed at some point, his right hand tightly holding hers, his left hand...
The night had passed, and the teeth marks on the web of his left hand had scabbed over, but the specks of blood on the bedding constantly reminded Song Wan how hard she had used her strength the night before.
She wanted to get a better look at the injury on his hand, but before she could move her leg, Chen Jianjin suddenly woke up.
Before he could even process what was happening, he went to check on her condition.
Seeing that she was awake, Chen Jianjin rubbed his face and also came to his senses.
"I'll go get some water to wash you up."
He took some warm water and first wiped Song Wan's hands and face, then handed her a toothbrush with toothpaste already squeezed on it.
After washing up, Chen Jianjin took his things away and closed the bathroom door to deal with himself.
Last night, he had his assistant deliver a few changes of clothes, worried that Song Wan would think he was sloppy and smelly, so he simply took a shower.
With her hair still wet, Chen Jianjin dried it as she walked out. Seeing Song Wan lift the covers to get out of bed, he took a few steps forward, pressed her shoulder, and said, "Why are you up? Tell me what you want, and I'll get it for you."
Song Wan clenched the hem of her clothes, her earlobes flushing red, and whispered, "I need to go to the bathroom."
Chen Jianjin was pleasantly surprised, "Was the hot compress and massage last night effective?"
Song Wan stared at him silently.
However, Chen Jianjin showed no embarrassment whatsoever, and was overjoyed, saying, "I'll help you up."
The bathroom was filled with steam, and Chen Jianjin's scent lingered everywhere.
This made Song Wan feel awkward.
Chen Jianjin stood guard at the door, worried that the floor tiles might be slippery and something might happen to her.
As the water pumping stopped, the door opened from the inside, and Song Wan emerged with wet fingertips, her eyes meeting Chen Jianjin's wet gaze.
She looked at him, then at the bathroom behind her, incredulous: "You've been watching over me the whole time?"
Chen Jianjin nodded and offered his hand, "How are you? Are you feeling better?"
Song Wan blushed at his question and nodded haphazardly.
Chen Jianjin felt relieved and asked with a smile, "What do you want for breakfast? The doctor said you can only eat liquid food after your surgery. How about I have someone bring you some thin porridge?"
Not very good!
Song Wan felt embarrassed just thinking about how he had stayed by her side the whole time.
Chen Jianjin hadn't realized that she couldn't confront him.
Chen Jianjin had rice porridge and filtered fruit juice delivered.
When Qiao Xirong made her rounds, Song Wan and Chen Jianjin were arguing about food.
“Chen Jianjin, I don’t have any broken arms or legs, I can do it myself.”
Song Wan was incredibly annoyed, and Chen Jianjin was equally stubborn, "What if it aggravates the wound? I'll feed you the same thing."
"What you're saying... you don't believe in my suturing skills?"
Chen Jianjin stood up.
Without his obstruction, Song Wan could see who it was.
A mature woman who looked to be around thirty years old was wearing a white lab coat, with her beautiful hair tied up at the back of her head.
Her beauty is the kind that comes from being immersed in books, a gentle and intellectual beauty.
Qiao Xirong, with gentle eyes, smiled and turned her gaze to Song Wan, asking, "How are you feeling?"
It's obvious that this must be her attending physician.
Song Wan was much more obedient and replied, "Much better. The incision doesn't hurt today either. Thank you, doctor."
Qiao Xirong suddenly burst out laughing.
Looking at Song Wan, then at Chen Jianjin, his eyes seemed to ask, "Where did he find such a cutie?"
Chen Jianjin was speechless and choked up.
Song Wan belatedly realized that she seemed to have made a fool of herself, but she didn't know where she had gone wrong, and she was at a loss for what to do.
Qiao Xirong stopped teasing her, stopped laughing, and introduced herself, "I'm a generation older than you, so you should call me Auntie."
"Auntie."
Song Wan didn't notice until after she finished speaking that she realized something was wrong. She pursed her lips and fell silent, her almond-shaped eyes wide with disbelief shifting between the two of them.
Qiao Xirong didn't show much emotion, but Chen Jianjin inexplicably felt good calling her "Auntie".
He couldn't resist pinching the back of the girl's neck with his long fingers, and smiled smugly.
So good.
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