Song Shiting said, "I think what Azhu said is right."
Ruan Qingling: "..."
Well, she's been acting like a petty person all day long.
"Alright, since you put it that way, then I'll ask you this: you said you've lost your memory, so why don't you look for your family?"
Song Shiting said expressionlessly, "I escaped death and went from being a cripple to being alive today. In the nearly two hundred days that followed, I didn't see any of my relatives appear."
Ruan Qingling could tell that there was a lot of resentment in his voice.
So, Song Shiting is angry with them?
But he didn't know that all his relatives had exhausted all their efforts, yet they still couldn't find him.
How can you be so sure that your so-called relatives didn't come looking for you?
Looking into Ruan Qingling's eyes, Song Shiting asked in an icy tone, "Then why can't I find it?"
Mu Wanzhu nodded and said, "Yes, sister, you say he's a relative, can you prove it? It's not that we don't believe you right now, but we need to be cautious, don't you think?"
"We can't just believe any random person who comes along claiming to be a relative. What if another person comes along claiming to be a relative tomorrow? What would we do then? Don't you think so?"
Ruan Qingling said, "We are very happy that you saved him. Now I just want to ask him what he is thinking."
Her gaze was direct, fixed intently on Song Shiting.
What could Song Shiting say?
He pursed his lips, as if deep in thought.
Mu Wanzhu said gently, "Brother Jun, you don't need to think so much. Just tell your sister what you want to do right now."
Song Shiting glanced at Ruan Qingling.
His gaze drifted down, fixed on her stomach.
Whose child is that?
Ruan Qingling replied, "My husband's."
Mu Wanzhu didn't want Ruan Qingling to continue this topic, so she said, "Sister, let's not get off-topic. Right now, we just need to listen to what Brother Ajun has to say."
Ruan Qingling looked at her, noticing her anxious expression.
She inexplicably glanced at Mu Wanzhu a couple more times.
Song Shiting then looked away and said quietly, "My thoughts right now are very simple: take care of my health, and once I'm better, I'll take Xiaozhu out to play."
Ruan Qingling's hand slowly clenched: "You said you have amnesia, but haven't you ever thought about what family or friends you had before you lost your memory?"
Song Shiting said, "During the time when I was living a life worse than death, all my family and friends turned into smoke. I only know that when I was in the most pain, the person who stayed by my side was Azhu. Azhu was also willing to take care of me, so I am willing to take good care of her and repay everything I owe her."
Mu Wanzhu immediately chimed in, "Sister, you probably don't know this yet, but it's a miracle that Brother Jun survived, at first."
At this point, her voice choked up: "I really don't want to say it again, because it's too painful. You don't know that he was covered in injuries and was considered to be dying. In the end, he survived. Do you know how many people worked hard to save his life?"
Ruan Qingling looked at Mu Wanzhu with a deep gaze.
She suddenly took two steps forward.
Mu Wanzhu stood in front of them.
With arms outstretched, she asked, "What do you want to do? Don't scare my brother A-Jun."
Ruan Qingling said, "You are his savior, and I am grateful to you just the same, but he is not your puppet. Please step aside."
Mu Wanzhu said, "You look terrifying. What exactly do you want to do?"
Ruan Qingling: "I won't take your person away. I just want to see how his body is."
As she spoke, she pulled Mu Wanzhu away.
She even held Song Shiting's hand.
The large, warm, and dry hands still radiate warmth.
However, the look in his eyes was filled with irritation.
Ruan Qingling simply looked at him quietly and said, "Don't move."
Song Shiting had just tapped Ruan Qingling's finger with his index finger.
Ruan Qingling paused for a moment, her eyes fixed on Song Shiting.
The sensation I felt just now was real.
That little trick, he only does it in bed...
Ruan Qingling's heart was churning with intense heat.
Song Shiting tried to pull his hand back, but she grabbed it tightly, her slender fingers resting on his wrist.
Song Shiting still wanted to move.
"You've lost your memory, but you're not regressing. Why are you acting like a child?"
Song Shiting then stopped moving.
Mu Wanzhu, standing to the side, turned cold.
However, Ruan Qingling's lineage already knew about Song Shiting's health problems.
The problem is actually quite serious!
Moreover, these damn things might have given him some medications that shouldn't be used, and now his pulse is very erratic.
Ruan Qingling squinted at Song Shiting and asked, "Are you planning to go home and visit your family?"
Song Shiting did not answer Ruan Qingling, but turned to look at Mu Wanzhu.
Mu Wanzhu said, "Don't look at me. If you want to go, then go. If you don't want to go, then don't go. I'll go with you."
After thinking for a moment, Song Shiting said, "I'll go see him after I'm discharged from the hospital."
Ruan Qingling asked, "Should we have your parents come to see you now?"
Song Shiting remained silent.
He looked very hesitant.
Ruan Qingling pursed her lips, looked into Song Shiting's eyes, suddenly blinked, and immediately changed her expression.
He roared, "Song Shiting, do you know that your name isn't Mu Jun? Your name should be Song Shiting! What kind of man are you? Are you even a man? You abandoned your family and parents after just one accident? How can you call yourself a man?"
Song Shiting looked at Ruan Qingling.
His face was expressionless, and his deep eyes revealed no emotion.
In the end, all I could say was, "I don't know. Everything right now is too much of a shock to me."
Ruan Qingling said in a magnanimous manner, "Okay, you need time to adapt. I can give you time, but whatever decision you make in the future, you must inform us as soon as possible after making the decision. I don't want to wait like an idiot every day."
Song Shiting's complicated gaze lingered on Ruan Qingling's stomach.
He asked, "Who are you to me?"
Whether Song Shiting's question was genuine or deliberate, it broke Ruan Qingling's defenses, and her eyes uncontrollably welled up with tears.
Looking intently at Song Shiting, he asked, "What do you think?"
Mu Wanzhu stood behind the two of them, her eyes practically spitting fire.
But she couldn't step forward at this moment; she needed to see Song Shiting's reaction.
Dr. Liang said that we must observe Song Shiting to make sure that he has not regained his memory and is willing to work with them.
Otherwise, Song Shiting shouldn't know anything more.
But she liked this man, and she was determined to bring him to her side.
Song Shiting frowned for a long time before blankly saying, "I don't know, I can't remember anything, and... I can't remember you..."
Ruan Qingling reached out and grasped his hand, pressing it against his palm to indicate that she understood him: "It's okay if you can't remember now, I believe you will remember."
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