Su Lu initially did not understand the deeper aning of Song Boyuan’s words, but she quickly grasped it.
Song Boyuan, like a fearso deity, sat in Jing Su’s hospital room.
Emanating a ceaseless low pressure, the visitors to Jing Su were mostly from the Beijing circle, those who could recognize Jing Su surely recognized Song Boyuan as well.
Since they recognized Song Boyuan, they also knew that he was the number one mad dog in the wealthy circles of Beijing.
Absolutely soone they could not afford to provoke and had no desire to either.
Therefore, whether they ca to gawk or to express pity and sympathy,
seeing Song Boyuan with a cold face there truly made people feel as if they were on tenterhooks.
So, the visiting guests usually just made a brief stay, exchanged so pleasantries, and then left in a hurry.
It must be said, Jing Su felt relieved of many troubles and was considerably more relaxed.
Although he was injured, with a potentially very unfavorable prognosis,
at least he could rest for a while. It was quite botherso that he could not rest the next day.
Others ca under the pretext of visiting the sick, and he couldn’t very well get angry; getting angry would seem rather unkind.
Song Boyuan took care of this for him.
For no other reason than Song Boyuan was inherently an unkind person.
Su Lu and Jing Ruo stood nearby, watching Song Boyuan as he occasionally threw out a chilly retort here and there; both were almost becoming numb to it.
"Jing Su, your injury looks quite severe, all bandaged up like this... you’re not blind, are you?"
"If you can speak nicely, then do so; otherwise, keep that mouth shut." A voice with a tallic chill left no room for compassion, "Last year when you had your plastic surgery at Taiheng dical Beauty Departnt and were wrapped up like a mummy, you didn’t go blind, did you?"
The atmosphere turned exceedingly awkward, the lady who had co to visit, a young heiress from so Beijing family, was dressed up very elegantly. One would think she had co for a fashion show, not knowing she was here for a hospital visit.
Her big, Carslan eyes blinked, a European style double-lid, and overly large eyes undoubtedly indicated traces of artificial enhancent, and she was suddenly left speechless by Song Boyuan’s remark.
Naturally, she didn’t stay for long and left quickly.
Song Boyuan crossed his arms in front of him, leaned back into his chair, and adopted an aloof and indifferent posture, truly exuding an aura of being unstoppable.
Su Lu and Jing Ruo both admired him imnsely.
To be honest, if everyone could do as they pleased like Song Boyuan, utterly unconcerned with offending others and making others simr in their own discontent, it might seem as though they lacked social skills, but one had to admit... it seed rather refreshing.
Just thinking about it was quite exhilarating.
"As a brother-in-law..." Jing Su said.
Song Boyuan looked at him and hmd, "What about this brother-in-law?"
"Perfect." Jing Su laughed softly, "If Jing Ruo could find soone like you, then I’d be really happy. My care for the two of them wouldn’t have been in vain."
Song Boyuan seed to smile, or maybe not. In any case, when Su Lu looked over, she only saw a slight curve at the corner of his mouth.
However, that very faint curve at the corner of his mouth quickly receded, "I’m sorry if I’ve disturbed your rest. I’m just here to wait for Jing Qiao to co, as well as to make sure no troubles from will bother you."
Upon hearing this, Jing Su initially did not quite understand the aning behind Song Boyuan’s words.
But when Su Lu saw several mbers of the Song Family co to visit, he began to understand.
The Song Family relatives, so with unhealed wounds on their faces, others with their wrists wrapped in stabilizing tape.
They ca in with a basket of flowers, wearing forced smiles on their faces.
"President Jing! Ah, how could sothing like this happen! It’s really too...ugh! Burp!"
The voice of Song Boyuan’s uncle, initially lodious with ups and downs, ca to an abrupt halt upon seeing Song Boyuan sitting in the corner. It turned into a short cry of alarm, like a duck whose neck had been suddenly squeezed.
Then, he began uncontrollably burping.
This situation turned the previously serious atmosphere sowhat comical.
Jing Ruo couldn’t help but laugh out loud, covering her mouth with her hand.
Song Boyuan’s uncle glared at her, but even as he did, the burps kept coming.
Song Boyuan said nothing, just crossed his arms over his chest and watched them with an indifferent look that dared them to continue.
When Song Boyuan’s uncle glared at Jing Ruo, he did so with assertiveness despite his burps. But when he turned his gaze toward Song Boyuan, it instantly shrank, his deanor timid like a mouse before a cat.
The scene fell silent.
Song Boyuan sat elegantly with his long legs crossed, lifted his chin toward them, and said, "Go on, why have you stopped talking?"
"Uh, uh..." the Song Family relatives suddenly found themselves speechless.
Looking at him tentatively, "Bo Yuan, why are you here?"
"This is my hospital. Isn’t it normal for to be here?" Song Boyuan countered, "But as for you, unless I’m mistaken, I believe Ji Ning was instructed to ban you, right? Yet here you are. I’m quite curious how that happened."
"Where...where is that coming from... We’re all family here, Bo Yuan, don’t be a stranger. Besides, we are injured like this, if you don’t let us co here, where else can we seek treatnt?"
"There’s a hospital three kiloters away. You might want to check it out," Song Boyuan said.
Jing Ruo wanted to laugh even more, covering her mouth with her hand; the hospital three kiloters away was a psychiatric hospital.
Eventually, one of Song Boyuan’s uncles couldn’t hold back his frustration and said, "We paid too! Didn’t you encourage Ji Ning to even take our dical fees? We paid, so what? Are we not allowed to co?"
The next second, Song Boyuan suddenly stood up.
As soon as he did, the Song Family relatives quickly took a step back.
Clearly, they were still very wary of Song Boyuan.
But Song Boyuan didn’t seem to intend to do anything to them; instead, he walked toward the door.
Jing Qiao stood at the door of the hospital room with a lunch box in hand. It seed she wasn’t comfortable with so many visitors in the room, so she didn’t enter.
Song Boyuan ca over to take the bags and boxes from her hand, "Why didn’t you let them bring you in?"
"Ah." Jing Qiao responded, "They did. They first went to your room, and when they saw you weren’t there, I asked them to wait there, and I ca over to my brother’s side by myself."
Knowing Jing Qiao was not comfortable with hospitals, Su Lu got up and walked over, asking, "Are you alright?"
Jing Qiao nodded her head, "It’s okay, I think I’m getting used to it a little."
She looked at the Song Family relatives present and couldn’t help but frown.
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