Could Qiaoqiao possibly not understand him? So, seeing his tightly pursed lips, she reached out her hand, "Give the phone."
Song Boyuan took out his mobile phone from his pocket and placed it in Jing Qiao’s hand.
Jing Qiao clicked on the screen and saw the password interface. She gently bit her lip, lifted her eyes to glance at Song Boyuan, and he looked back at her with a calm gaze.
Jing Qiao silently took a breath and lightly entered a few digits on the screen.
The screen instantly unlocked.
Almost all of his passwords were her birthday, and if not, then it definitely was their wedding day.
He didn’t mind her looking through his phone; she could see anything she wanted, and if she really desired to take any business secrets, she could take them all.
To her, Song Boyuan had no defenses.
Jing Qiao’s fingertips were sowhat whitened from the pressure, and she paused for a few seconds before opening Song Boyuan’s WeChat.
The WeChat was clean, with her chat at the top. Further down, there weren’t many chat boxes, except for work groups.
However, because Song Boyuan was in the group, there was never any idle chatter, only work-related content.
Further down was Song Jining’s WeChat.
And further down...
"You’ve added Xiao Le on WeChat?" Jing Qiao was a bit surprised.
Indeed, Zhao Xiaole had a WeChat account; Su Lu had set it up for him, and his little watch could log into WeChat.
Song Boyuan nodded, "Added."
At that mont, Jing Qiao felt like laughing but held back, then opened Song Jining’s WeChat and sent a ssage.
In a short while, Song Jining ca over, but he didn’t enter the sickroom, just phoned Song Boyuan’s mobile from the sickroom door.
He probably also felt it was a bit inappropriate to co in, after all, considering his current relationship with Xiao Caizi, plus Bo Jingshen’s previous engagent to Xiao Caizi, and Jing Su’s previous entanglent with Xiao Caizi.
Jing Qiao walked to the door.
Seeing her co out, Song Jining hurriedly called out, "Sister-in-law."
"Thank you for making the trip here specially."
"No trouble. Is my brother going for a check-up? Is he willing to have a check-up now?"
Song Boyuan, who just ca out from inside, heard this and furrowed his brow: "...Say what you need to say properly. Otherwise, shut up."
Jing Qiao turned to look at him, and Song Boyuan, whose gaze was originally sharp, softened sowhat.
Song Jining knew that his words had probably exposed sothing and pursed his lips, smiling sowhat sheepishly.
"I’ll write up the order now."
Soon after, Jing Qiao followed Song Boyuan to the radiology departnt entrance.
The result of the re-examination ca out quickly. There were no signs of delayed bleeding, which ant that there was only a superficial injury on the forehead, and he could be discharged.
But Song Jining still insisted that he needed to take in more nutrition.
"Sister-in-law, if there’s nothing else, I’ll head off first. I’ll have soone take care of my brother’s discharge procedures," Song Jining said.
Jing Qiao asked, "Wait a mont."
"Hmm?"
"The chauffeur." Jing Qiao thought of the sight of Song Boyuan’s car outside the yard and inquired, "How is the chauffeur doing?"
"The chauffeur’s condition is slightly more serious, mainly due to the force of the airbag; he’ll need to stay a few more days," Song Jining said, "Sister-in-law, don’t worry, there’s no danger."
Jing Qiao nodded her head upon hearing this, finally feeling at ease.
Song Ji Ning then left.
Jing Qiao walked out of the radiology departnt, with Song Boyuan following close by her side.
They made it out of the dical technology building to the small garden that led to the inpatient building.
The garden was planted with many sweet osmanthus trees, which had already flowered, emitting a rich and pleasant fragrance of osmanthus.
Jing Qiao suddenly ca to a stop, and Song Boyuan halted as well, standing next to her.
Jing Qiao gazed at the delicate and fragrant flowers on the sweet osmanthus trees, and picked a small cluster of them.
"Mid-Autumn Festival is coming up soon..." Jing Qiao murmured to herself.
"Mhm," Song Boyuan nodded, "Half a month left until Mid-Autumn."
Jing Qiao turned around and looked up at Song Boyuan.
Song Boyuan was tall, his eyes looking down at her, and the perfectly shaped phoenix eyes that followed the movent of his gaze drew long and slightly curved lines at the corners.
"Song Boyuan, it’s so hard for to hate you," Jing Qiao suddenly said.
Hearing her start with this sentence, Song Boyuan’s pupils shrank sharply, "Qiaoqiao, I..."
"You’re never intending to let go of in this lifeti. Hating you is so difficult for , I know I’m pathetic, and I’m aware of it. So when I see you’re upset, I feel uncomfortable too," Jing Qiao said, slightly pursing her lips.
Song Boyuan opened his mouth as if to say sothing, but he beca speechless. After a mont of silence, his voice was tinged with a rasp, whispering, "Then I will... hide my emotions even better in the future."
"How much better can you hide? You already are the person with the least obvious emotions I’ve ever seen. But I can tell, I just can tell! What am I supposed to do?" Jing Qiao’s voice was still soft, but it was not hard to hear the agitation in her tone.
Her voice was trembling.
Song Boyuan watched her intensely, not speaking.
He silently watched her, and as she spoke, the corners of her mouth turned downward, and finally, tears began to fall.
She raised her hand and roughly wiped them away, saying with a sense of grievance, "What can I do, when you stand there expressionless and still, and I still know whether you’re upset or not..."
Tears fell again, and she quickly wiped them off, raising her reddened eyes to glance at him, "You look like this now, and I know that your heart is bleeding. What can I do..."
Song Boyuan sighed softly, remaining quiet, just extending his arms to embrace her.
Jing Qiao stiffened in his arms for a mont, then relaxed completely as if deflated.
Her hand slowly raised, first tightly grasping the clothes at his waist as if she could tear through the fabric, and it seed as if that wasn’t enough, she finally wrapped her arms around his waist.
He really had gotten thinner, Jing Qiao’s first thought was just that.
Her first thought was this. What could she do about it?
She was just such a hopeless person, what could she do?
Seeing him making such efforts to be nice to Su Lu, to Zhao Xiaole, to accommodate Bo Jingshen, and to be courteous and modest with Jing Su...
Although she knew that being polite and friendly to each other’s relatives was fundantal when two people were together.
Yet, when she recalled his forr aloof and haughty deanor, she could always detect that extra carefulness in his favoritism and accommodation towards her relatives.
She was happy, but shortly after, her heart felt as if it had been stabbed, aching.
She was still such a hopeless person that her heart ached for him.
This contradictory feeling tore at her imnsely with pain.
It seed like there was no other path to choose, only those two options, one was for her not to live.
The other...
Song Boyuan heard her voice coming from his chest, low and tearful, "This is the last ti, Song Boyuan, if there’s a next ti, I really won’t want you anymore."
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