Chapter 30 "What exactly do you want in order for you to...?"
Song Wan took a week off, but the matching results came out in less than a week. Zhao Shu was screened out from the start because her blood type didn't match. Song Qinsu was not suitable to donate because of her early years of hard work and underlying heart disease. Song Wan, who was the most suitable donor for a kidney transplant, was told that she was not a match.
"Actually, uremia isn't that scary. If you manage it well, you can live for another twenty or thirty years. What if you find a suitable kidney donor during that time?"
The doctor meant well and didn't want the family to be too upset, so he always tried to say nice things. But Song Wan knew perfectly well that uremia itself wasn't scary; what was scary was the series of complications. The older Song Qinru got, the higher the risk became. Dialysis only treated the symptoms, not the root cause. The best solution was still a kidney transplant.
"Wanwan, what did the doctor say? Was it a match?"
Upon seeing her come out, Song Qinsu, Zhao Shu, and Zhang Huaiyu, who was holding the child, all rushed over to her.
Song Wan, her face pale, handed them the report.
Song Qinsu couldn't understand the dense list of tests, and only heard Song Wan say, "No."
"How could they not be a match? Is their machine malfunctioning, or is there a mistake in the test? The doctor clearly told me there was a 50% chance it was a biological child..."
Song Qinsu was anxious, but this wasn't the way to rush things. Zhao Shu interrupted her, "Mom! There's still a 50% chance!"
The fact that she felt unworthy of him hurt Song Wan more than anyone else.
Song Qinsu seemed to have just realized what was happening, and awkwardly comforted her, "Wanwan, don't worry too much. There must be other ways. If all else fails, we can have dialysis done, which is the same thing."
Song Wan didn't respond. Her calm gaze fell on Chen Jianjin, who was standing not far away, frowning and silent. After a while, she turned her head and said, "Auntie, could you please stay with my mom tonight and take care of her?"
"Of course," Song Qinsu readily agreed. "You've been tired these past few days, go home and get a good night's sleep."
The seasonal rains are plentiful, and it started raining again tonight.
The sky was covered with dark clouds, and the moon had disappeared.
Song Wan stood under the eaves, reaching out to catch the raindrops that were flying in at an angle.
She had only recently recovered from her illness, and fearing she might catch a cold again, Chen Jianjin took off his coat and draped it over Song Wan's shoulders. Opening an umbrella, he turned his head and asked, "Shall we go?"
Song Wan did not refuse and followed him to the parking lot.
Driving through the water, Chen Jianjin dropped the person off at their doorstep.
When Song Wan opened the door, she noticed that water droplets from the tip of the black umbrella had soaked through the cement floor, and the boy's shoulder was wet.
"Remember to close the doors and windows before you go to sleep. I'm leaving now."
"Chen Jianjin." As he turned to leave, Song Wan suddenly grabbed his cold, damp hand.
Chen Jianjin was taken aback, his eyebrows twitched slightly, and he turned his head to look at her suspiciously.
"It's raining too hard outside, driving is dangerous. Let's stay here tonight."
Song Wan originally thought it would be difficult to say those words, but when she opened her mouth, she didn't expect it to be so simple that it didn't stir any emotion in her heart.
Chen Jianjin was surprised but also delighted, because this was the first time Song Wan had shown concern for his safety.
Chen Jianjin did not refuse, nor did he want to refuse, and obediently nodded in agreement.
"You take a shower first."
After entering the room, Chen Jianjin left with this remark and headed straight for the kitchen.
Song Wan didn't care what he was doing in the kitchen, and took her change of clothes into the bathroom.
After her bath, the girl's skin was clear and smooth, almost translucent. Song Wan lowered her eyelashes, no longer looking at herself in the mirror, and took off her hair drying cap to start blow-drying her hair.
Soon after, the hum of the hairdryer stopped, and Song Wan, having no more reason to linger, left the bathroom.
"Chen Jianjin?"
The living room was empty. Song Wan went to check the kitchen again, but it was still empty.
"Chen Jianjin?"
Just as she was about to go to the bedroom to look for it, she heard a noise from the entrance hall, and Chen Jianjin came back from the outside.
"where have you been?"
Song Wan's tone became a bit serious, and Chen Jianjin was slightly taken aback. He explained, "I have a change of clothes in my car, so I went down to get them."
Then he asked, "Did you drink the ginger tea?"
Song Wan kept a straight face and didn't say anything.
Chen Jianjin knew without guessing that she hadn't drunk it, and reminded her, "There's some ginger tea I made on the kitchen table. You've only recently recovered from your cold, so you should drink a bowl to warm yourself up."
Have you had it?
After that sentence, Song Wan remained expressionless. Chen Jianjin thought she wouldn't react anymore when he suddenly heard Song Wan ask this question.
He was very happy that Song Wan was willing to care about him; his heart felt warm and comforted. He smiled and replied, "I've already had my drink."
Song Wan eventually drank the ginger tea.
Chen Jianjin took a quick shower; he finished drying his hair in less than twenty minutes.
There were no bedding on the living room sofa as he expected, so Chen Jianjin knocked on Song Wan's bedroom door. "Wanwan, are you asleep?"
In the room separated by a door, Song Wan tugged at her shirt, which was so short it barely covered her thighs, and gritted her teeth as she opened the door.
"You have an extra blanket..." Chen Jianjin's words caught in his throat, a strange red crimson creeping up his earlobes. He coughed lightly, his hands behind his back to his lips, and awkwardly turned his face away. "I... I just came to ask if you have an extra blanket?"
Song Wan knew that her current eating manners were unsightly, but she had no other choice.
The girl lowered her eyelashes and lied against her will: "It's in the closet, but I can't reach it."
"I'll do it."
As expected, as soon as he finished speaking, Chen Jianjin entered the room. There was a row of wooden wardrobes in Song Wan's bedroom. He turned his head and was about to ask which wardrobe it was in when he heard a "click" as the girl locked the door from the inside.
Only now did Chen Jianjin belatedly realize the extent of Song Wan's unusual behavior that night.
Under the boy's complicated yet burning gaze, Song Wan suppressed her shame and stepped forward, stuffing the things she had sneaked out of the supermarket that evening into his palm.
“I know you’ve always wanted to do this, and tonight, you can have your wish.” As she spoke, Song Wan raised her head and looked at him with an almost pleading expression. “Chen Jianjin, you can do anything to me. This time, I won’t struggle anymore. I just beg you to save my mother.”
Even if Song Wan was unwilling, she had to admit that money or power could grant access to resources that ordinary people could never reach in their entire lives, and these resources... could save Song Qinru's life.
So at this moment, Song Wan abandoned all notions of dignity and pride.
Song Wan would gladly exchange those ethereal things for the health of the person who gave birth to her.
His heartfelt affection was completely extinguished. Chen Jianjin felt a chill run down his spine and his face turned cold as he questioned in a deep voice, "Song Wan, do you even know what you're saying or doing?"
Song Wan knew that she was selling herself and negotiating a good price for herself, but she didn't understand why Chen Jianjin was angry. Wasn't this what he had always wanted?
Song Wan didn't want Chen Jianjin to get angry, because if he got angry, the deal might be off. So, she took a step forward and snuggled into his arms. "We're mutually beneficial, a win-win situation, aren't we?"
Song Wan had already convinced herself to accept that their abnormal relationship was good as it was. He coveted her body, and she coveted his money and power. Like the most ordinary sugar daddy and canary, they only talked about interests and not feelings.
But why... does Song Wan feel an urge to cry?
Why does my heart feel so tight?
She must be about to lose her virginity; she's so heartbroken. That must be it.
Mutual benefit and win-win cooperation.
Chen Jianjin pondered the words repeatedly in his mind, then suddenly laughed out loud, "What a wonderful example of mutual benefit and win-win cooperation."
She used his love as a bargaining chip.
Chen Jianjin, his face ashen, grabbed Song Wan's arm and pulled her away. He held the condom she had just shoved between his long, slender fingers, his eyes filled with murderous intent, and said nonchalantly, "But... what can I do? I don't like wearing these things. Not only that, I also like the other person to sit on me first."
As he spoke, Chen Jianjin pinched Song Wan's chin and asked in a harsh voice, "So... my darling, are you going to grant me all your wishes?"
He was humiliating her, knowing full well that she had difficulty talking about sex, knowing that just initiating the hug had already exhausted all her courage, yet he still said those things, deliberately making things difficult for her.
Even so, Song Wan still had no choice.
She bit her lip, trying her best not to let the tears fall, and raised her hand to touch the buttons on the collar of her shirt.
The moment her clothes fell to the ground, Song Wan tiptoed and kissed the boy's lips.
Chen Jianjin had longed for Song Wan's initiative to kiss him many times, but never before had he imagined it would be like this.
They were closer than ever before, yet their hearts were farther apart than ever.
When Song Wan refused to open her mouth no matter how much she teased him, and when her calves were so tense that they ached and stiffened and she was about to give up, Chen Jianjin finally reacted. He wrapped his arm around her slender waist and bit her tongue.
This was a kiss filled with intense hatred and insatiable desire.
She fell back into the soft bedding, the girl breathless from being kissed.
As the air in her chest dwindled, Song Wan had the illusion that she would suffocate at any moment. The girl struggled uncontrollably, pushing his shoulder with her wrist, but what she received in return was an even more intense and passionate kiss.
Until you taste a hint of salty sea salt on your tongue.
The passionate kiss finally came to an end.
Her chest heaved violently. Song Wan opened her eyes in a daze and touched the slightly itchy dampness on her face.
Is it water? Or is it tears?
But her eyes were so dry and painful.
In this passionate and hateful saga, at the very moment Chen Jianjin least wanted to react, he shamefully reacted again.
The boy collapsed onto the girl, feeling utterly powerless and desperate for the first time in his life. His former pride was shattered. Like a child who couldn't get candy, he buried his face in Song Wan's neck and cried until his eyes were bloodshot. His voice was rough and grainy, like sandpaper, "Wanwan, what do you want from me? What do you want... for you to like me?"
Moved by this thought, Song Wan subconsciously raised her hand, but before her fingertips could touch the boy's hair, she curled her fingers and withdrew them.
The moment she turned her face away, tears streamed into her hair.
Chen Jianjin eventually agreed to the deal, but on his condition: marriage.
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