Chapter 32 A young girl's blush speaks louder than a thousand words...
After nearly a month of recuperation, Song Qinru's physical indicators finally reached the level required for surgery.
After comprehensive evaluation, the surgery was scheduled for June 8th.
After leaving the doctor's office, Song Wan rushed to tell Song Qinru the good news.
Just as they turned the corner of the corridor, they heard Chen Jianjin's voice on the phone: "What's up?"
On the other end of the phone came Feng Jing's irritated questioning voice: "Chen Jianjin, was Jiao Qian's trip abroad your doing? What did you say to Jiao Changlin?"
"So what if it is, and so what if it isn't?" Chen Jianjin's voice was as nonchalant and irresponsible as he was. "She's already reached out to me, am I not allowed to teach her a lesson?"
"Chen Jianjin, you...! Good! Very good! Chen Jianjin, you really have guts! Offending the Jiao family for a woman!" Feng Jing's voice rose two octaves in anger. "I must have been incredibly unlucky to have such a troublemaker like you! I should have strangled you back then, rather than letting you anger me like this!"
Feng Jing then hurled many more nasty insults.
For as long as Chen Jianjin listened, Song Wan, standing behind him, listened as well.
It's hard to imagine that curses wishing the other person dead could come from the mouth of someone who should be closest to them.
Chen Jianjin waited until Feng Jing finished venting her anger before hanging up the phone with a blank expression.
"Phew—" He exhaled a breath of stale air and stepped back into the ward.
Before the boy could make a move, Song Wan slipped into the blind spot around the corner.
With her back against the cold wall, she stared blankly as she touched her left chest, which felt sore and swollen, a little uncomfortable.
Is it because you like it?
Do you feel sorry for someone just because you like them?
Song Wan stayed outside for a while until the urge to cry disappeared before she moved towards the ward.
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it was time for Song Qinru's surgery.
Even knowing that the surgeon was the most authoritative kidney transplant surgeon in the industry, Song Wan couldn't help but feel nervous at the thought of a one in ten thousand chance of failure.
"It's alright, Wanwan, your aunt is a lucky person." Chen Jianjin sat with her on a bench outside the operating room, put his arm around the girl's shoulder, and kept comforting her gently.
For once, Song Wan didn't resist. She leaned her head against his chest, like a vulnerable little animal, repeatedly confirming with him, "Chen Jianjin, my mom will be alright, right? You'll do everything you can to save her, right?"
Chen Jianjin kissed her forehead and replied softly, "Of course."
For more than five hours, from bright sunshine to dusk, Song Wan's heart remained in suspense.
At 6:15 p.m., the red light indicating "operation in progress" was turned off.
Almost the instant the lights went out, Song Wan struggled to get up, forgetting that her legs would go numb from sitting for too long.
Chen Jianjin promptly covered her lower back with his palm.
A doctor in a white coat came out of the operating room.
Song Wan hurried forward, but before she could ask a question, the white-haired doctor said, "Don't worry, family members, the surgery was very successful. The patient will be under observation in the ICU for a few days."
As soon as the other person finished speaking, large tears rolled down Song Wan's cheeks. Overwhelmed with joy, she sobbed, her voice trembling, "Thank you, doctor, thank you..."
The middle-aged male doctor nodded slightly to Chen Jianjin, then turned and left.
Soon after, the nurse wheeled Song Qinru out of the operating room.
She was still unconscious due to the effects of the anesthesia, and her face was deathly pale.
Song Wan watched as Song Qinru was wheeled into the ICU. She wanted to take a few more glances, but the nurse told her to stay.
"Let Auntie rest well first, it's not too late to go see her after she wakes up."
Chen Jianjin stepped forward to comfort her, and Song Wan could no longer hold back. She turned around, hugged him, and started crying.
She was still scared.
When Song Wan cried, Chen Jianjin's heart broke. He gently rubbed the back of her head to comfort her, saying, "It's alright, Wanwan, Auntie is fine now."
The girl cried terribly, as if she wanted to cry out all the fear and anxiety she had been feeling lately. In the end, she was sobbing uncontrollably, and the corners of her eyes were red.
"Thank you, Chen Jianjin."
Her simple thank you melted Chen Jianjin's heart completely. He couldn't help himself, cupping the girl's face in his hands and gently kissing away the dampness from her skin.
This time, Song Wan did not resist. She quietly closed her eyes, letting the comfortable and pleasant tingling sensation seep into her bones and penetrate her heart.
Later, Song Wan shared the good news that Song Qinru's surgery had been successfully completed with Song Qinsu's family, who lived hundreds of kilometers away.
When her phone beeped with a video call notification, Song Wan was sitting in Chen Jianjin's car.
She glanced at the person next to her and pressed the answer button.
Soon, Song Qinsu's frowning face appeared on the phone screen. She squinted and asked, "Xiaoshu, why is it me on this screen? Where's Wanwan? Why is she showing up so small? You, you fix this for me quickly."
As soon as Song Qinsu finished speaking, Song Wan saw Zhao Shu enter the frame from the side, bending down and fiddling with something, "Done."
Song Qinsu laughed, "That's really true."
She looked at Song Wan and asked, "Wanwan, are you at the hospital? How is your mother? Can you hold up your phone so I can see her?"
Song Wan felt comforted, but for a moment she felt like crying again. She suppressed the soreness in her nose and explained, "Auntie, I'm not at the hospital. My mother just had surgery and hasn't woken up yet. She's in the ICU, and the doctor said we can only visit her tomorrow afternoon."
Zhao Shu's voice came from off-screen: "See, see, I told you, Auntie is definitely in the intensive care unit now. You can't see her, but you still insist on making a video call to ask again."
Song Qinsu glared to the side, "Oh dear, you child, you're everywhere."
Unable to see Song Qinru as she wished, Song Qinsu asked her many questions about the surgery, which Song Wan answered one by one.
In the end, it was Zhao Shu who urged her to help get some diapers, and Song Qinsu reluctantly hung up the video call, cursing as she went to help take care of the baby.
Everything was moving in a positive direction. Song Wan liked the sense of security that came from settling things down, and the corners of her lips couldn't help but turn up slightly.
Chen Jianjin raised his eyelashes and glanced at the girl in the passenger seat through the rearview mirror. As if infected by her charm, he smiled and said, "Wanwan has a very good family atmosphere."
His casual compliment reminded Song Wan of the phone call outside the ward that day, filled with harsh insults.
That familiar bittersweet feeling welled up in her heart again. After hesitating for a moment, Song Wan took a deep breath and said to the person next to her, "Chen Jianjin, let me treat you to dinner."
It was truly a first for a young woman to ride in a bridal sedan chair.
Chen Jianjin raised an eyebrow, a slight smile in his eyes, "What would you like to treat me to, darling?"
"Of course you can choose the meal I'm treating you to." Song Wan paused, then scratched her palm awkwardly. "Ideally, the average price shouldn't exceed two hundred. I... I don't have that much money."
"Perfect timing, let's go home."
Song Wan thought he wanted her to cook for him and eat her food, so she reminded him in advance: "Let me make it clear, I only know how to make some simple home-style dishes, and they don't taste as good as yours, so please don't mind."
Chen Jianjin smiled without saying a word and sped up the car.
At the apartment entrance, the boy stood in front of the door, fiddling with it but unable to open it. Song Wan suspiciously poked her head out and asked, "Is the lock broken?"
"No." Chen Jianjin smiled and stepped aside to make room. "Just press the one you usually use."
Song Wan was stunned for a moment, then looked at him, her almond-shaped eyes full of surprise.
She knew, of course, that Chen Jianjin had refused to tell her the door lock code because he was afraid she would sneak away every time she was brought here.
Why am I not worried again today, contrary to my usual behavior?
Filled with confusion, Song Wan finished recording her fingerprints.
Upon entering the house, Song Wan wanted to check what food was in the refrigerator in the kitchen to prepare dinner, but Chen Jianjin grabbed her wrist.
"I'll cook dinner later. Come to the study with me first."
Apart from the master bedroom and the living and dining room, she had never set foot in most of the rooms of this apartment, including his study.
Song Wan was made to sit in front of the large desk by Chen Jianjin, who then carried out a storage box that was half her height from the corner.
"This is a list of assets compiled by the lawyer. Please sign your name."
Song Wan let out a knowing "Ah," and said, "Actually, it doesn't have to be so complicated, Chen Jianjin. I'm already very grateful that you helped cure my mother. Don't worry, I won't cross any lines or have any other intentions. Or if you're really worried, we can not get married and just maintain our current relationship. We can take a break when you get tired of it..."
Before she could finish speaking, Chen Jianjin pinched her face. His expression was gloomy, and he was so angry that he could hardly breathe. "Break up? Baby, you really know how to make me angry. Not getting married? You wish."
Chen Jianjin threw the pen in front of her and snapped, "Sign."
Why are you being so fierce? She's clearly doing it all for his sake.
It's truly a case of good intentions being wasted.
Song Wan thought indignantly as she opened a blue folder, but the next second, she was stunned by the six big words "Equity Gift Agreement" that came into view.
Song Wan's first reaction was to wonder why it wasn't a prenuptial agreement.
My second reaction was—
"Chen Jianjin, have you gone mad?"
Chen Jianjin raised an eyebrow, surprised by the shock in her tone. "It's not like you're a baby who just found out today."
Why are you making such a fuss?
Chen Jianjin deliberately ruffled Song Wan's hair, making it messy, and said in a light voice, "I'm going to cook. Baby, come down and eat after you finish signing."
After saying that, he straightened up and left, but then stopped and said with a smile, "Of course, you don't have to sign, as long as you don't mind receiving a notice tomorrow morning that your aunt has been kicked out of the hospital."
Song Wan gritted her teeth inwardly and silently uncapped the pen she had just put on.
Chen Jianjin has a lot of private property. Song Wan signed the papers until her wrists ached and she secretly clicked her tongue.
God is so unfair. He gave him a good appearance, but also such a sharp eye and ability.
At the same time, Song Wan became increasingly curious. Chen Jianjin was so outstanding, so why was his mother, Feng Jing, still not very satisfied?
The vicious curses made it seem as if they were not mother and child, but enemies.
This question lingered until Song Wan sat down to eat.
What are you thinking about?
Chen Jianjin picked up a piece of lion's head meatball and put it in her bowl. "Your brows are so furrowed you could trap a fly in them."
Song Wan bit the tip of her chopsticks and asked, "Chen Jianjin, aren't you afraid your parents will scold you if they find out about what's upstairs?"
"I earned it myself, what's it to them? Besides..." Chen Jianjin said dismissively, "Let them scold me, it's not like I haven't been scolded before."
"But...don't you feel wronged?" Song Wan poked at the rice in her bowl with a suffocating expression. "I feel like crying if my mom says anything to me."
"I'm used to it."
As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Jianjin keenly sensed something was wrong, his eyes narrowing slightly. "This time... what false rumors about me have you heard this time?"
"No……"
Eavesdropping on other people's phone calls is impolite. Song Wan felt guilty and buried her face in her bowl, stammering, "It's just... that day... I didn't mean to... I didn't know you were on the phone, I just... I accidentally heard... your mom seemed to be... um... scolding you."
To be honest, Chen Jianjin couldn't remember which time Song Wan was referring to, because ever since Feng Jing found out that Jiao Qian's trip abroad was his doing, she had been calling him every day or two to scold him.
But... Song Wan seems to feel sorry for him?
Chen Jianjin was also unsure.
So he deliberately put on a hurt expression and exclaimed, "So my darling already knew."
The low mood in his tone was so obvious that it made Song Wan feel a little uncomfortable.
She wanted to say something comforting, perhaps because the person opposite her was Chen Jianjin?
Her lips moved for a long time, but she could only manage to squeeze out one sentence: "Don't be sad."
After blurting it out, Song Wan felt that the sentence was too perfunctory and forced, so she racked her brains to fill in the gaps and said, "Actually, Chen Jianjin, when I was a child..."
Song Wan wasn't good at comforting people. She thought that sometimes when she did poorly on a test, she would feel a sense of relief when she found out that her classmates hadn't done well either. So, she copied her approach and tried to comfort Chen Jianjin by comparing their misfortunes.
However, the boy frowned and interrupted her, "Song Wan."
Painful memories should be buried deep in the earth, rather than being repeatedly reopened by reopening wounds that have already healed.
"come over."
The boy lowered his eyebrows, his tone slightly stiff.
Song Wan naturally didn't go over, so Chen Jianjin got up.
He stood while she sat, so Song Wan had to look up at him.
Chen Jianjin pinched her chin with his thumb and forefinger, saying, "Song Wan, when I said I was sad, I meant for you to get up and hug me, say a few sweet words, not to use your scars as a joke to comfort me, understand?"
Song Wan gripped his wrists with both hands, her ears turning slightly red. Her lips pursed from the pinching, she mumbled, "Chen Jianjin, let me go first."
Chen Jianjin let go of her hand.
Song Wan gently rubbed her face, but before she could recover from the previous ache, Chen Jianjin lifted her chin again, bent down to meet her clear, bright almond eyes, and belatedly said, "Baby, you were feeling sorry for me just now."
The tone was extremely certain.
With her thick, long eyelashes fluttering slightly, Song Wan turned her head to the side.
A girl's blush speaks louder than a thousand words.
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