The man was still looking down at her from a superior position, but he did not say anything else; instead, his gaze fell on the thermos she was holding in her hand. A faint smile appeared on his distinctively angular face as he asked, "Did you bring me some food?"
She looked down at the thermos she had been holding tightly to keep it upright, preventing its contents from spilling out even while sitting in the hospital room. Without saying much, she placed the thermos on the table. "You eat it by yourself; I’m going to call the doctor for you."
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Considering the man had moved so abruptly earlier, she wasn’t sure if his wound had reopened, and since he had removed his pillow, the doctor needed to come over to continue administering his IV.
Before she could take a step, the man grasped her hand, fixing his gaze on her as he asked, "If I call the doctor, will you come back to keep me company?"
Turning her head to look at him, she noticed he was staring intently at her without blinking, which stirred a strange emotion inside her, and Song Qiao subconsciously nodded.
Receiving Song Qiao’s reply, Lu Jingchen still let go of her hand but said, "My right hand is injured too; when you come back, feed me the porridge. I haven’t eaten anything since I woke up and I’m very hungry."
After Song Qiao called the doctor to reinsert the needle and check if the wound had split, she left a few instructions with the doctor and Song Qiao before leaving.
The news of Lu Jingchen’s hospitalization and injury had always been suppressed by Xi Mohan; not many people knew about it. Besides Xi Mohan occasionally checking whether Lu Jingchen was still alive, Zuo Yuqing also visited from time to time. However, each visit was brief; she would leave some purchased items and then directly depart.
After spending a week in the hospital with him, Song Qiao’s back injury had almost healed, and she became quite restless, eager to return to the office.
Aside from essential trips back to the villa, she was almost forced to stay in the hospital for over twenty hours a day with Lu Jingchen, even eating and showering there, which greatly annoyed her.
After lunch, following Xi Mohan’s visit and departure, Song Qiao curled up on the comfortable sofa in the hospital room, browsing through emails from the company. "Counterattack Life" had entered the final stages of shooting, and her subordinates An Ke and Qin Zhe had finished their parts in the drama. Song Qiao had arranged some commercials for them and had agreed to return to work as soon as possible.
Even Lu An’an didn’t know about Lu Jingchen’s injury, nor was it clear if it was because Lu An’an had been independent from a young age and didn’t need help from the family. Unless it was a special occasion or set monthly visits to the elders, she rarely sought out anyone from the Lu Family, including Lu Jingchen.
Sometimes, Song Qiao even wondered if Lu An’an’s identity as the Lu family’s cherished daughter was just a fantasy of hers.
Lu Jingchen sat on the hospital bed, working, his fingers tapping rapidly on the keyboard, occasionally picking up a document from the side to check.
After going through several emails, Song Qiao could no longer sit still; she straightened up and looked at the man lying on the hospital bed, speaking lightly, "Lu Jingchen, I’m going to return to the office tomorrow."
If she stayed any longer, she feared she’d start growing mold or mushrooms.
She had always been very career-driven, feeling uncomfortable the longer she remained idle, eager to return to work immediately.
This time, she had made up her mind to start working from tomorrow.
Lu Jingchen was capable and strong; he wasn’t worried about himself. With Mrs. Chen whom he sent away daily, and Xi Mohan’s men outside, if anything serious happened, Xi Mohan’s men would certainly gather the information first and notify Xi Mohan immediately.
Upon hearing Song Qiao’s words, Lu Jingchen’s eyes darkened slightly but it was fleeting, likely because he knew of Song Qiao’s strong sense of responsibility at work, so he said, "Later ask Mrs. Chen to arrange for my discharge, and we’ll go back this afternoon."