Chapter 88 The Honeymoon Period
Guan Sui drove Wen Song to the hospital. Before they got out of the car, they shared a sweet kiss. It was the Alpha, who was still in his fertile period, who took the initiative to leave his pheromones.
This time, he didn't use pheromone freshener.
Besides reassuring Guan Sui, it's also because there's no difference between going public and not going public now.
"Let's go, be careful on the road." Wen Song, carrying a canvas bag, stood by the driver's side window and said to Guan Sui, "I'll wait for you to pick me up tonight."
Guan Sui, with one hand on the steering wheel, said, "Okay."
"You go in first, I'll watch you go into the hospital before I leave."
Wen Song didn't know what Alpha meant by this behavior, but since the other party brought it up, he naturally wouldn't refuse. He waved his hand, turned around, and left, looking back every step of the way.
It's only been a day apart, but it feels like a final farewell. It's as if not seeing each other for a long time after that one last glance is all it takes.
Wen Song was amused by his own idea.
Perhaps this is what people online call the "honeymoon phase".
As Wen Song was about to enter the hospital building, he turned around and saw that Guan Ju's Maybach was still in the same spot. He raised his hand and waved. The next second, he saw the other man also extend his hand out of the car window and wave.
A moment later, the car started, and this time it was finally his turn to watch the car drive away.
Only after the car had completely disappeared did Wen Song turn his gaze away and walk to visit Song Lanxue.
The ward.
As soon as Wen Song entered, he saw Song Lanxue putting the fresh-cut flowers that had been delivered that morning into a bucket that was mostly filled with water to prepare them for rinsing.
"Grandma, leave it here, I'll come and help you with it in a bit."
Song Lanxue looked up when she heard the voice, "Songsong, you're here."
Seeing Wen Song take a bag of glutinous rice balls out of the canvas bag and put them into the refrigerator, and continue to put a large bunch of unbloomed Perfect Sweet into the bucket, she said, "Besides watching the flowers bloom, the process of awakening the flowers, cutting the flowers, and arranging the flowers is also enjoyable for me."
"I don't need your help, I can do it myself."
Upon hearing this, Wen Song stopped insisting and simply lent a helping hand from the side.
The balconies of the hospital wards are lined with flowers grown by Song Lanxue.
Ordinary fresh flowers can only survive for a short period of a week, but fresh flowers are delivered every day, so rinsing, pruning, and arranging flowers have become the other party's daily routine.
"I heard from Xiao Zhou that you and Xiao Guan have been busy with personal matters these past few days," Song Lanxue asked after finishing her work and lying down on the hospital bed. "Has something serious happened?"
Having spent so many years together, they must know Wen Song's personality better. If the matter wasn't serious, the other party would never have remained silent, much less have failed to visit the hospital for three consecutive days.
No one knew Wen Song's filial piety better than her.
Even one's own son is not as close as one's great-grandson.
“Guanju is in its most vulnerable period,” Wen Song answered truthfully.
He didn't want to hide it from Song Lanxue.
But he had previously said that he would wait until the other party had surgery before informing him, mainly because he was worried that the other party would not be able to accept it. In fact, Wen Song knew that his thinking was wrong. No one wanted him to be happy more than Song Lanxue.
Song Lanxue was not an elder who would pry into things.
After replying with "I see," the topic was naturally changed.
She said, "These past few days I've been thinking that Xiao Guan looks kind of familiar."
Wen Song asked, "Have you met him before?"
Logically speaking, they shouldn't have met before. Guan Ju is the heir of Dingsheng, and Song Lanxue has been in Qingshan Town for most of the year, except for this time when she was receiving medical treatment.
They are from different worlds, how could they possibly have met?
“I can’t remember,” Song Lanxue sighed. “It just looks familiar, but I’m too old to remember whether I’ve seen it before or not right now.”
"However, Xiao Guan is a really good person. Every time he comes to see me, he says it's on his way. Last time, he even bought a lot of supplements. I checked the prices online, and they're too expensive. I think it's necessary to return everything. We can't always take advantage of others."
Wen Song advised, "There's no reason to take back something someone gave you."
Are you making dumplings today?
Song Lanxue: "It was wrapped up, wrapped up in the hospital."
Wen Song said, "Then you can make a few more so that Guan Ju can have some too. It's just a small token of your appreciation. There's a saying: 'A small gift carries great meaning.'"
Song Lanxue smiled and said, "We should pack more. I also need to send some to Xiaoxu and other friends in the hospital."
Wen Song asked, "Who is Xiao Xu?"
Song Lanxue replied, "A lovely Omega girl. She's been drawing my blood and taking my temperature lately. It just so happens that she's on duty tonight, so I'm getting her a sample on my way."
Wen Song knew that Song Lanxue was popular and had a group of friends wherever she went.
"I'll help you then."
Song Lanxue patted Wen Song's hand: "Good boy."
The two hadn't talked for a long time, reminiscing about childhood anecdotes and their current lives, thinking about the pear tree in their small courtyard and longing for life after surgery.
Lunch was prepared by a nutritionist, and Wen Song benefited from it.
In the evening, they began preparing to make dumplings.
Wen Song grew up with her grandmother and could do almost all the chores in the kitchen.
"Ding-dong—"
A notification sound came from my phone in my pocket: a WeChat message.
Wen Song took out his phone and saw that it was Guan Ju.
【S】: Time to eat.
Below it is a short video.
The Chinese restaurant in the Guan family's old house looks very grand and imposing. The patterns carved on the long table are elaborate and antique. Guan Ju's seat is two seats behind the main seat. The other party recorded the video from the main seat and moved to the back row.
Wen Song couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.
It's far too luxurious.
No wonder everyone says that Dingsheng is the number one enterprise in Suicheng. The Guan family is a wealthy and powerful family, and their family background can be seen from the short video.
Wen Song sent over a picture of herself rolling a rolling pin.
[Ode]: I'm going to make dumplings.
【Ode】：OvO.
【S】: Do you have any?
Even knowing that Guan Ju was feigning ignorance, Wen Song still honestly replied: "It was specially made for you."
【S】: So good.
[S]: I set off for the hospital around eight o'clock.
【颂】: Good.
Putting down her phone, Wen Song started rolling out dumpling wrappers; the filling had already been chopped by someone else.
It took a long time of busy work to finally finish making the dumplings.
Wen Song glanced at the time and realized it was almost 8:30. Time really flies when you're working.
Half an hour ago, Guan Ju sent him a message: "I've set off."
[Song]: When will you arrive?
It's about a 40-minute walk from the Guan family's old house to the hospital. Based on the departure time, we should arrive in no time.
"Grandma, let's start cooking the dumplings now," Wen Song said.
Song Lanxue responded and came down.
Half an hour passed, and Guan Ju was still nowhere to be seen.
Wen Song assumed it was due to traffic congestion and sent another message, but received no reply.
Including the one from half an hour ago.
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