Chapter 61 Chapter 61 Discharge
Ji Siyun's temperature dropped in the middle of the night after he took the antipyretic medicine. Song Youning clearly remembered that before falling asleep, she was disgusted by his hot body and kept a clear distance from him on the small bed.
When I woke up the next morning, I somehow found myself sleeping in Ji Siyun's arms.
The sleeping young man had messy hair on his forehead, which covered his gloomy brows and eyes, making him look less indifferent and more peaceful than usual.
He closed his eyes, locked Song Youning in his arms, his fine eyelashes drooped under his eyes, and his lips were slightly curled, as if he was having a sweet dream.
Song Youning was trapped in his arms and couldn't move. He was still a little confused after just waking up, and rolled his eyes to look at the air conditioner - 16 degrees.
After staring at the number for more than ten seconds, Song Youning couldn't stand it anymore and raised her hand to pinch Ji Siyun's nose. The young man slowly woke up, opened his eyes a little, and asked her confusedly, "What's wrong?"
The hand that pinched his nose changed to pinching his cheeks. Ji Siyun's pretty face was pouting because of her pinching. Coupled with his black eyes that were still a little confused after just waking up, he looked a little silly and cute.
"Are you childish?" Song Youning glared at him. "Why did you turn the air conditioner down so low?"
Looking at her with his dark, watery eyes, Ji Siyun said honestly, "I want to be closer to the young lady."
His tone was righteous and he didn't feel like he had done anything wrong. He leaned closer with his delicate and beautiful face, and gently rubbed his nose against hers.
Song Youning raised her eyes and met his. Ji Siyun's gaze made her feel uneasy. She uncomfortably raised one hand to cover his eyes. Her thick and long eyelashes lightly brushed across her palm, bringing a sense of itch.
My heart also feels itchy.
Song Youning shuddered for some reason. The young man in front of her moved his red lips closer to her through her palm...
"Room rounds..."
Song Youning pushed Ji Siyun away and jumped off the bed. He looked at the nurse who walked into the ward, forced an awkward smile, pretended nothing had happened, and began to tidy up his wrinkled clothes.
Seeing the woman, her face flushed, pretending to be busy, and the young man lying in bed with a look of annoyance at being interrupted, the nurse pouted and began to ask about the patient's condition. Before leaving the ward after the rounds, she glanced at the two of them and said, "This is a hospital. Be careful of the impact."
Hearing the sound of the door closing, Song Youning, who had been sorting her clothes, raised her head and met Ji Siyun's smiling face. She was furious and glared at him fiercely, saying unhappily, "How dare you laugh! It's all your fault!"
Being accused, Ji Siyun felt aggrieved: "Miss, I obviously didn't do anything."
"You didn't do it, not that you didn't do it." Song Youning pinched his earlobe, "You have no shame, but I still have some dignity!"
Ji Siyun hugged her waist without any regrets and raised his face. His dark eyes under his black hair looked at her devoutly as if he was looking up at a god.
"Young lady." The young man's gaze was obscure and unclear, and his smile was full of blatant temptation. "If I had any sense of shame, how could I seduce the young lady?"
His dark eyes stared straight at her, and Ji Siyun made no secret of his desire for her: "I still have to work harder. Maybe one day the young lady will be happy and willing to give me a name."
Song Youning sighed and said slowly: "You are so jealous and stingy, I think it will be difficult."
She lowered her head, patted his face with her slender hands, and looked down at him with her beautiful almond-shaped eyes, her expression innocent and cruel.
"Wouldn't it be nice for you to be my little dog?"
Ji Siyun put his face against her waist, his dark eyes filled with a thick and sticky possessiveness of her. His face was sickly pale, which made his red lips look even more enchanting.
"As long as the young lady only has me as her puppy," the young man hidden at her waist said, his expression gloomy, paranoid, and crazy. His red lips curled up, concealing danger. "I will be the most obedient puppy in the world."
Song Youning pretended not to hear the obvious meaning in his tone, and her soft palm touched his furry head and rubbed it as a reward.
She said nothing, and Ji Siyun didn't need her answer. He held her waist with his arms and refused to let go until Song Youning became unhappy.
After staying in the hospital until the afternoon, the doctor confirmed that Ji Siyun's fever had completely subsided and announced that he could be discharged. Song Youning asked Shanshen to send toiletries and spare clothes to her and Ji Siyun, and she left the hospital after changing her clothes.
Ji Siyun, who had just recovered from an illness, did not look well. On the way back, he leaned sickly on the seat, dozing with his eyes half closed. His head was tilted without a support, and he nodded intermittently with the swaying of the car body.
Song Youning sat next to him, watching Ji Siyun struggling with sleepiness, with mixed feelings.
It was the doctor she went to see who took Ji Siyun to the hospital yesterday.
The high fever was not only caused by falling into the water, but also by the high-intensity work and psychological pressure he had been under for several days.
"The patient is under great psychological pressure, lacks a sense of security, is worried about gains and losses, and is depressed, so he talks incoherently."
Song Youning turned his head to look, and saw the handsome young man once again awakened by nodding heavily. His dark eyes were half-closed, and his sleepy and tired expression, coupled with his pale skin, made him look even more sickly at the moment.
Her already overly beautiful face now looked fragile and sickly, which made people feel pity for her.
He deserves it. It's his fault that he's always gloomy and has no idea what he's thinking. He's so scheming that he's almost making himself sick.
Song Youning thought so, but honestly put his arm around Ji Siyun's shoulder and let his head rest on his shoulder. He even sat up straighter to prevent him from leaning too comfortably due to his tall stature.
The soft hand holding her arm gave her a reassuring warmth. She looked at the drowsy Ji Siyun leaning on her shoulder and slowly opening his eyes. His bright dark eyes did not show any sign of fatigue at all.
The corners of his mouth lifted up slightly, an almost imperceptible arc, revealing a calculating smile, and he closed his eyes again before she noticed.
As the car body swayed slightly, the world became exceptionally quiet. Ji Siyun rested his head on her shoulder, her rich fragrance lingering in his nose. At this moment, he felt extremely at ease. He only wished that this road could be longer and he could walk a little longer.
Song's mother called early in the morning and said she wanted to come to the hospital, but Song Youning evaded her. When the two of them arrived at the beach villa, it was already evening, and Song's father and mother were actually waiting for them.
"Xiao Ji, how are you?" Song's mother came forward, took over Song Youning's arm that was supporting Ji Siyun, and asked with concern: "Are you feeling better?"
Ji Siyun's dark eyes turned to look at Song Youning, who was pushed aside by her. His long raven-feather eyelashes drooped to hide the cold light that flashed in his eyes. He said calmly, "Thank you for your concern, Auntie. I'm much better now."
"Don't force yourself. You look so pale. Let me see if your fever has subsided..."
Mother Song raised her hand to touch his forehead. Ji Siyun was not used to her holding his arm, and he resisted the urge to shake her off. Now he immediately took a step back to avoid her hand, and his tone became a little colder: "Auntie, I'm fine."
Song's mother withdrew her hand somewhat awkwardly. Song's father frowned and was about to speak when Song Youning began to complain, "What's there to ask? The doctor has already told him to be discharged, so he must be fine."
She glanced at Ji Siyun, hugged Song's mother's arm and acted coquettishly, saying, "Mom, I'm so hungry. Can I have dinner now?"
Mother Song patted the back of Song Youning's hand and said with a loving smile, "I asked the hotel to send it over before you came back. It's all your favorite food."
"Thank you, Mom." Song Youning kissed her mother on the cheek and turned to walk towards the restaurant.
Ji Siyun's gaze lightly passed over Song's mother's cheek where she had kissed her, and fell on Song Youning's back. The possessiveness hidden in his eyes surged, and his gaze was cold.
"This child." Mother Song smiled and followed.
Song's father, who had been sitting on the sofa without saying a word, stood up and walked to Ji Siyun.
Sensing Father Song's gaze, Ji Siyun subdued his sharpness and let him examine him with a calm expression. The black-haired young man lowered his eyes, his face a sickly pale color, and stood there quietly, looking non-aggressive.
His sharp gaze swept over him, and Father Song patted Ji Siyun's shoulder: "Let's eat together."
Only Song Youning had an appetite for this dinner.
Everyone at the dinner table had their own thoughts. It was not until Song Youning put down his chopsticks that Song's father spoke slowly.
"Xiao Ji, I plan to let Ningning join the company after the new year. What do you think?"
"Are you serious?" Song Youning opened his eyes wide, frowning, "I don't want to go to work."
Father Song glared at her for once, then looked at Ji Siyun: "Xiao Ji, what do you think?"
His deep gaze slowly moved from the unhappy Song Youning to Song's father's face. Ji Siyun smiled slightly and spoke in a calm tone.
"The group has always wanted the eldest daughter to take over, so there's nothing wrong with joining the company early to gain experience."
"Jisiyun!"
Under the dinner table, Song Youning stepped hard on Ji Siyun, her pale face puffed up with anger, and she turned her head away with her arms crossed.
Feeling pain on the instep of his foot, Ji Siyun's jawline tightened. He pursed his lips towards her, his eyes falling dimly on Song Youning's profile, and continued, "The eldest lady is still young and can't endure hardships. Uncle Song is in his prime, and with you in charge of the group, it won't be too late to join the company after a few years when she is more stable."
Song Youning was quite satisfied with what he said, but his father snorted in disapproval.
"She's young? You're the same age as her and you're already the CEO of a group. Look at her, all she does is play."
Ji Siyun lowered his eyelids and smiled faintly, "Uncle Song is in the group, and I can also do my bit for the company. It doesn't matter if she plays around for a few more years."
"That's right!" Song Youning nodded in agreement, "You're still young, don't always think about retirement."
Song's father looked at Song Youning with a look of disappointment, saying, "I am just like this," and said firmly, "No, you must join the company after the New Year!"
He fixed his gaze on Ji Siyun's face again and said, "I'll start by being the vice president of the tech company under you to practice my skills. I'll feel at ease with you taking care of me."
Song Youning's nonchalant smile remained unchanged, but his gaze towards Song's father had a deeper meaning - it turned out that this was his purpose.
That technology company is now the lifeblood of the Song family. Although it was merged into the Song family by Ji Siyun, it is directly under his jurisdiction. The purpose of Song's father putting Song Youning in it is self-evident.
Under Song's father's inquiring gaze, Ji Siyun's expression remained unchanged, and he nodded in response, "Okay."
He looked at Song Youning, and the smile on his lips became warmer: "I will take good care of her."
When Ji Siyun said this, starlight flowed in his dark eyes, and there was endless tenderness in his pupils.
Song Youning touched her arm which suddenly had goose bumps, and glared at Ji Siyun - she wanted him to take care of her at work, not to take care of her for the rest of her life at a wedding ceremony.
Why are you looking at her so disgustingly?
“Boom…”
Lightning streaked across the sky, and before the Hongmen Banquet was over, heavy rain began to pour down.
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