Chapter 31 Kiss Me
Perhaps due to the change of hospital and medication, Ms. Song Lanxue seems to be in much better condition than before.
On several occasions when Wen Song visited, they could chat for more than half an hour.
The other person's complexion was rosy, unlike the pale and bloodless appearance at the beginning. Even when taking a walk, they were no longer so weak that they were panting heavily.
Wen Song visited Ms. Song Lanxue at the hospital as soon as he got off work.
Upon arrival, I saw the caregiver finish feeding the patient, and the food in the lunchbox was completely gone.
"Grandma," he said, placing a small bag of osmanthus cakes he had made on the table, "how are you feeling today?"
After saying goodbye to Wen Song, the caregiver left with the lunchbox, leaving the two of them alone.
Song Lanxue was very kind and dignified, with white hair at her temples. If it weren't for her illness, she would definitely be a sprightly old lady.
"Songsong, you've arrived."
A kind smile graced his face, which bore the marks of time, as he beckoned Wen Song over.
Wen Song walked to the bedside and sat down.
Song Lanxue held his hand and patted the back of his hand as if she were coaxing him to sleep when he was a child.
"I feel pretty good."
"My appetite has improved a lot these past few days."
Wen Song felt much relieved upon hearing this, and his gratitude towards Guan Ju deepened even further.
"That's fine then."
"Tell me if you have any questions."
Song Lanxue nodded. "What could be wrong? Grandma knows her health; it has indeed improved compared to before."
I was thinking about how I overheard people in the next ward talking about pheromone-related cancer cells during my walk at noon today.
Looking at Wen Song, her tone was filled with concern and hesitation: "Songsong, Grandma has something to ask you, and you mustn't lie."
Wen Song: "Okay."
Song Lanxue reached out and touched her great-grandson's thin cheek, her heart aching. Her voice choked with emotion: "Is this hospital more expensive than the last one? Today I heard them say that one injection costs 200,000 yuan per vial..."
"Where did you get so much money?"
"Did the Wen family force you to do things you didn't like?"
"How about Grandma gives up on this illness and we go home? The New Year is in a few months, I'll make dumplings for you—"
Wen Song patted Song Lanxue's hand to comfort her, "Grandma, this illness must be treated."
"Don't worry, I'll take care of the money. It has nothing to do with the Wen family."
"You can make dumplings for me after you've recovered, right?"
Song Lanxue looked Wen Song up and down. "Did the Wen family really not make you suffer? It's all Grandma's fault for making you suffer."
Wen Song's nose tingled, and she took a breath. "I haven't been wronged, Grandma. Don't worry too much. Just take your medicine, have your check-ups, and get some sleep as the doctor says. We can go home after your surgery."
Suicheng is so big, but there is no place that is his real home.
His only refuge was a small two-story house in a town called Qingshan in the countryside.
Song Lanxue's eyes welled up with tears. Knowing that Wen Song was filial and sensible, she stopped saying anything about not getting treatment.
Isn't this the day that the other party has been working so hard for all these years?
"Good boy." She reached out and patted Wen Song's hand again.
Since Chen Yiyue's death, Song Lanxue has raised Wen Song alone. Over the years, she has never felt the hardships of life because Wen Song is well-behaved and sensible, and matures much earlier than other children of the same age.
While others can argue with their parents, act spoiled, and shed tears, Xiao Wensong lost all of these privileges. She maintained a calm and quiet personality from a young age, knew from childhood that her family was struggling financially and would not spend money recklessly. She even learned how to work part-time to earn money at an early age.
Other parents might be pleased, but she felt sorry for little Wensong because he was too sensible.
Fate plays tricks on people; such is destiny.
There's no room or time for complaining, because life ultimately belongs to you. Only by cherishing the present and striving hard can you create the future.
"Oh, right, there's one more thing." Song Lanxue wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
"An Alpha came to see me a couple of days ago. He was a handsome young man named Xiao Guan. Is he your friend?"
Wen Song was stunned for a moment.
It seemed that Guan Ju hadn't expected to come to visit Song Lanxue.
Judging from Song Lanxue's address and tone, it was clear that she liked Guan Ju very much.
“Yes,” Wen Song admitted, “he helped me transfer you to this hospital, and he also found the doctor.”
Song Lanxue said this time, "Then we should thank them properly."
Wen Song nodded: "I will."
There are countless ways to express gratitude.
but---
Some people only need one thing.
Song Lanxue yawned, revealing a hint of sleepiness, "I'm a little sleepy."
Wen Song stood up. "Grandma, please rest well. I'll go back now and come see you again another day when I have time."
Before leaving, he said, "I made the osmanthus cake myself. The doctor said you can eat it. You can eat it if you're hungry tonight or tomorrow."
After leaving the hospital, Wen Song breathed in the fresh air, and the heavy feeling that had been weighing on her heart for years suddenly felt incredibly light.
Nothing is more heartwarming than seeing Song Lanxue's condition improve day by day.
After getting into the ride-hailing car, Wen Song thought it over and decided to send Guan Sui a message.
[Ode]: I visited my grandmother today, and she is getting better. Thank you.
The other end replied instantly: [Is that all you're going to say, just a verbal thank you?]
In addition to that sentence, it was immediately followed by: "You said you'd think it over carefully last time, have you made a decision yet?"
Wen Song knew that Guan Ju was never an Alpha who used kindness to blackmail others; otherwise, he wouldn't have respected him so much and given him a month to think it over.
They certainly wouldn't help transfer Ms. Song Lanxue to another hospital or find experts to help arrange surgery while he was wavering.
Even knowing that Guan Ju's motives were impure, but—
The other party's actions are not annoying.
[Ode]: I haven't decided yet.
[Ode]: What do you want?
【S】：You.
Alphas never hide their needs and desires.
A single word is enough to prove it.
[Ode]: Besides me?
【S】：Kiss me.
Wen Song: ""
It seems we can't get through this.
Guan Ju's mind was filled with rather filthy thoughts.
But for some reason, he didn't feel any dislike at all.
【S】：?
【S】: Why aren't you saying anything?
【S】: If you can't kiss me, can you at least hug me?
[S]: Isn't it said that mistresses only need to take a shower and take off their clothes? How come I can't get any advantage at all?
[S]: If you won't let me sleep with you or kiss you, at least let me hug you, right?
Seeing that Guan Ju had adapted so well to the role of "mistress," Wen Song was at a loss for words.
Open the input method panel, edit a sentence, and then delete it, replacing it with a simple number.
【颂】：1.
After sending, turn off your phone screen.
Wen Song's cheeks flushed slightly as she gazed at the receding scenery outside the window, trying to calm herself.
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