Back then, she didn’t understand why they couldn’t love each other like sisters, even though they weren’t from the same parents. They still shared blood relations, didn’t they?
Later, one night, as she stood at the door of the study, listening to Ning Yan’er and her so-called paternal uncle and aunt, she finally understood.
In the Ning Family, it wasn’t just Ning Yan’er who couldn’t accept her; her uncle and aunt couldn’t either. In fact, aside from her deceased grandfather who had passed away many years ago, and her parents, the other members of the Ning Family couldn’t accommodate her either.
When Song Qiao heard Ning Wan’s decision, she was initially shocked but then thought about it carefully and felt that perhaps this was indeed the best way out for her.
Nodding in agreement, Song Qiao gave her full support, "That’s great. Once you go abroad and make a name for yourself, remember to cover for me."
Hearing Song Qiao’s words, Ning Wan slightly raised her eyebrows, seeming to detect something, and stared at her as she asked, "What’s the matter? You had a fight with Lu Jingchen?"
Song Qiao was stunned, "No."
"Really? Are you sure there’s nothing?" Ning Wan was still gazing at her intently, as if trying hard to peer into her heart, but after a while, she just smiled and said, "Alright, if there’s nothing, then there’s nothing. I won’t pry into your affairs with Lu Jingchen, but if you feel aggrieved about anything, you must tell me. Even if I can’t beat him, I’ll still give him a thrashing."
"Ning Wan..." Hearing her words, Song Qiao was both amused and touched; her previous melancholy lifted instantly. Looking at that somewhat serious face, for a moment, Song Qiao didn’t know what to say.
The soup in her hands had cooled down, and Ning Wan took a small sip from the bowl. It tasted good, clearly Song Qiao had made it, as she had a habit of adding some beneficial Chinese herbs to her broths.
In the afternoon, Song Qiao had planned to stay and keep Ning Wan company, but Ning Wan had flat out refused.
Though still pale, Ning Wan looked healthier and raised her eyes to Song Qiao, with a slight smile said, "Qiaoqiao, I’m not in any serious condition now; I’m just a little weak and haven’t fully recovered. You don’t need to take a leave from work to be with me. After all, your husband and Xi Mohan have hired a nurse each for me, so there’s no need to worry about my care, right?"
At noon, Lu Jingchen had come to take Song Qiao out for lunch, and Ning Wan learned from him that Song Qiao had specially taken a week off work to come to the hospital to take care of her.
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This made Ning Wan feel extremely guilty because she knew very well that Song Qiao always prioritized her work and was almost a career-oriented woman. Yet now, she had put aside her job to take care of her.
Song Qiao blinked towards Ning Wan lying on the hospital bed and suddenly revealed a warm smile, her voice very tender, "Did Lu Jingchen tell you something?"
Ning Wan feigned ignorance, her expression confused, "Should Lu Jingchen have told me something? He didn’t say anything to me."
"Really?" Song Qiao didn’t believe her and raised her eyebrows questioningly.
If she remembered correctly, when Lu Jingchen had come over at noon, he had taken her away to speak privately with Ning Wan.
Ning Wan raised three fingers earnestly and said, "Really, I swear, Lu Jingchen really didn’t say anything to me."
Seeing that Song Qiao might not be convinced, Ning Wan continued, "We’re best friends, and you still don’t believe me? Song Qiao, what happened to true love? Have you fallen for Lu Jingchen and stopped loving me?"
Looking at Ning Wan, who had turned the conversation on its head, Song Qiao felt helplessly amused and found herself at a loss for words to respond.
Eventually, feeling that there was no other choice, Song Qiao agreed to Ning Wan’s request. She would return to the company to work the next day, take the afternoon off to rest at home, and recuperate from the past few days of insufficient rest.
Hearing Song Qiao’s decision, Ning Wan wholeheartedly approved with both hands and feet.
In the afternoon, after finishing dinner, Ning Wan asked the nurse to push her wheelchair around the hospital grounds for a breath of fresh air. Ever since she had woken up, she had been confined to her hospital room. Although it had only been a few days, Ning Wan felt as if she were about to grow mold.
However, Ning Wan hadn’t expected that just by going out for some fresh air, she would encounter someone she temporarily wished to avoid at all costs.
An City had more than just this one hospital, and the Xi Group owned more than one hospital here. There was another one closer to both Ning Yan’er’s residence and her company than this one.
Yet fate had it, in the hospital furthest from Ning Yan’er’s home and office, she bumped into this woman.
It was as if the world was truly damn small.
"Ning Wan?" The woman’s voice carried disbelief, even a trace of anger, as it echoed through the air.
Not far away, Ning Yan’er, looking at Ning Wan sitting in the wheelchair, with her shoulder-length black hair, appearing much thinner, felt her calm composure start to shatter, and almost in disbelief, she called out her name.
"Ning Wan." As if finally convinced, before her mind could process it quickly enough, Ning Yan’er blurted out her name, her throat tight with tension, as if someone was gripping her neck.
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