When Jiang Yixiu walked into the hospital room, Song Song was just pretending to sleep. As soon as she heard footsteps, she immediately lifted the covers and raised her head, thinking it was Xiao Jinghuai. When she saw it was a doctor in a white coat, her rapidly beating heart finally calmed down a bit.
She got up from the bed and smiled in greeting, "Hello, doctor."
Jiang Yixiu looked at the petite girl in front of him, momentarily stunned. He had seen many women whose age and appearance did not match, but at most they looked about ten years younger. She was truly exaggerated; clearly in her twenties, yet still looked so youthful, though very pretty and quite distinctive.
"Hello, my name is Jiang Yixiu. I’m Old Xiao... that is, a good friend of your husband, so there’s no need to be too formal with me." Jiang Yixiu kindly introduced himself.
Little did he know that just the mention of Xiao Jinghuai would make Song Song nervous, so she started getting anxious again, "You, hello. Is he still in the hospital now?"
"Yes, he’s just in the hallway outside." Saying this, Jiang Yixiu picked up the documents from the head of the hospital bed to look, "You’re fine, just a bit malnourished. You need to take good care of yourself. I’ve already told Old Xiao that it’s best for you to be hospitalized for a while, and he agreed."
Song Song’s round eyes suddenly widened, "No, I can’t be hospitalized. I still have to teach the kids, and I have to go to the hospital to see my mother. Doctor Jiang, it’s just malnutrition; I don’t need to be hospitalized, right?"
"You’re a teacher?" Jiang Yixiu looked her up and down with a smile, "An early childhood teacher?"
"No." Song Song immediately shook her head, "An elementary school teacher."
She thought to herself, do I really look that young? It should be fine, right? Why does everyone think I teach kindergarten whenever I say I’m a teacher?
Please! She was supposed to teach high school history, but to help take care of her mother more conveniently, she voluntarily transferred to the elementary school she’s at now.
Ah! Having a baby face is a disadvantage.
Jiang Yixiu chuckled heartily, "Sorry! You look just like an early childhood teacher, like a child."
The more he looked at her, the more she appealed to him. Unfortunately, she was his friend’s wife, his best friend’s even, so he could only admire from afar.
At this moment, Song Song had already gotten out of the bed, a determined glint in her beautiful eyes, "Doctor Jiang, I really can’t be hospitalized. Don’t worry, I’ll definitely be more careful from now on."
"But..."
"Then discharge her!" At some point, Xiao Jinghuai had already been standing at the door of the hospital room, his eyes both cold and detached, his gaze fixed on Song Song’s little face, "Go and change your clothes."
After saying this, he looked at Jiang Yixiu, who was standing there hesitantly, and said, "Malnutrition won’t kill her."
Although Song Song didn’t care about Xiao Jinghuai’s attitude toward her, his words still made her a bit sad. She quickly walked into the en-suite restroom, closed the door, leaned against the door panel, and tried hard to shake off what he had just said, then started to change clothes.
Outside, Jiang Yixiu sighed and walked up to Xiao Jinghuai, "Old Xiao, what you said just now was too much! Even if you don’t like her, you shouldn’t say that in front of her!"
Xiao Jinghuai replied coldly, "She’s the old man’s person, not mine."
"Old Xiao, haven’t you noticed? She’s a good girl. You better not hurt her." Jiang Yixiu felt a bit indignant, "Such a Little Cutie should be cherished tenderly."
In Xiao Jinghuai’s deep eyes, a sharp glint flashed, "Don’t call her Little..."
"I’m ready, I can go now."
At this moment, Song Song just happened to come out of the restroom after changing, interrupting Xiao Jinghuai’s words halfway. He gave her a cold glance, "Let’s go."
Jiang Yixiu shivered as he watched that tall, departing figure, thinking that if Song Song hadn’t come out just now, he might have been killed by someone’s gaze.
Why did he see such a strong possessiveness?