Song Qiao hummed, fully aware of how difficult it is for a man with a smoking addiction to quit. She disliked the smell of smoke because her father didn’t smoke, and she used to feel repulsed by it. However, since she began dating Lu Jingchen, she encountered the smell more often and started to suppress her aversion, but she still didn’t like it. She hoped that the people around her would also not smoke.
Although Lu Jingchen struggled with his addiction, he rarely smoked in her presence. He probably liked to smoke in the bedroom, but once he started living with her, he honored her request not to smoke there, except for one or two instances when he couldn’t resist due to a bad mood.
"What were you just thinking about so intently?" he asked again.
Song Qiao blinked her eyes, pursed her lips slightly in disinterest, but still replied, "I was thinking about Wanwan."
After a pause, she looked at the man in front of her and said, "By the way, has Xi Mohan lost his mind recently?"
His hand paused as he reached for the towel, and he lowered his gaze to her, "Why do you say that?"
Song Qiao found a comfortable position leaning against him, hummed twice before bluntly saying, "If not, why is he tormenting Wanwan tonight? He even sent her running around to buy him a late-night snack, and then said he didn’t like it, or suddenly didn’t want it anymore."
Lu Jingchen began wiping her damp hair with the towel, his movements skilled, his tone deep, "Hmm, probably because he hasn’t had sex in a while, so he’s a bit irritable, I guess." Google seaʀᴄh n0velfire.net
Song Qiao, "..." Men really are creatures that think with their lower halves.
On the third day of Song Qiao’s father’s hospitalization, her grandmother finally called, humbling herself and asking Song Qiao to visit him at the hospital.
Song Qiao was somewhat surprised by her grandmother’s change in attitude, but despite her surprise, she still went to the hospital after getting off work in the afternoon.
At the hospital, only the caregiver was looking after Song Qiao’s father. Song Qiao’s grandmother and Song Xi’s mother had been taking care of him in the hospital for the past few days without proper rest. Today, after Song Qiao’s father woke up, they were sent home.
The VIP ward was set up almost like a presidential suite in a hotel, just short of having a bar cabinet.
As she opened the door to the ward, the caregiver was just about to leave with a lunch box. Seeing Song Qiao, she paused and then reflexively asked, "May I ask, who are you looking for?"
Song Qiao frowned slightly, not having said anything yet, when the caregiver seemed to realize who Song Qiao was and exclaimed with a hint of surprise, "Are you Miss Song?"
Song Qiao was clearly unaware of how the caregiver knew her and was slightly startled, but she still nodded.
The caregiver immediately stepped aside, saying, "Mr. Song just finished eating. You can go in and see him directly. Madam Song mentioned that you would be coming today, so she informed me in advance. I need to go back for a bit now. If you have time, could you please keep Mr. Song company until I return? I’ll be back shortly."
Song Qiao, left with no choice, nodded.
The caregiver thanked her and then quickly left.
Carying fruit in her hands, Song Qiao hesitated for a moment before deciding to go in.
Perhaps the caregiver spoke too loudly, for Song Qiao’s father had already sat up in bed. When he saw her, he wasn’t surprised at all and motioned to the chair beside the bed, "Please, have a seat."
Song Qiao’s gaze fell on the middle-aged man on the bed who appeared to have lost weight. His hair was streaked with grey. After standing still for a few seconds, she walked over and asked politely, "How is your health?"
Hearing Song Qiao’s voice, the previously somber expression of Song Qiao’s father immediately brightened, his voice trembling slightly, "Much better. I thought you might not come to see me again..."
Song Qiao, without a change in expression, placed the fruit on the table and looked directly at her father, explaining, "If grandmother hadn’t suddenly changed her attitude and called me to visit, I wouldn’t have come."