As soon as Song Song got ho, she went straight into her room, lying on her back on the bed thinking about what had happened today. It felt like a dream, yet it was a cruel reality dripping with blood.
She admitted that Huohuo’s thod was unacceptable, but this extrely fierce approach was also enviable, as if she was declaring with her actions: Even if I can’t have your heart, I will have your body!
The thought of it is undeniably domineering!
After lying there for a while, just as Song Song was about to go into the bathroom to take a shower, Jiang Yixiu sent her a ssage on WeChat—no text, just a crying emoji.
Song Song smiled, "There, there, don’t cry, what’s a big man crying for? Who told you to lose to him!"
Jiang Yixiu: "Little Cutie, would you mind going to my hospital after work tomorrow to see Huohuo, okay?"
Song Song frowned, "Hospital? Why is she in the hospital?"
Jiang Yixiu: "The manipulative jerk went too far and hurt Huohuo. My colleague said she needs to rest for a while."
Song Song didn’t imdiately understand what he ant. Once she did, it felt like an eyesore...
She was angry, replying, "It’s all your fault. What if Huohuo is left with a psychological shadow?"
Jiang Yixiu: "That’s why I’m asking you to go see her, isn’t it? You girls can talk more easily. Should I, a big man, go ask her...where she’s still hurting, where she’s still uncomfortable?"
Song Song: "At least you still have a conscience. Don’t worry! Even if you didn’t say so, I would go see her."
Jiang Yixiu: "Thanks a lot then! Get so rest early. Staying up late can make your skin dull and sallow, and you won’t be a Little Fairy then."
Song Song: "I know, I know! You’re even more nagging than my mom."
"..."
After finishing the chat with Jiang Yixiu, Song Song imdiately got up from the bed, walked into another big room, turned on the light, and looked at the pitch-black space, suddenly feeling worried.
She took out her phone and dialed Ms. Song’s number, but it was still turned off.
Yet she believed she was fine and would be okay.
Because from childhood to adulthood, she’s experienced this many tis, just not as long as this ti.
That night, Song Song didn’t sleep too well, but not too badly either.
After finally finishing her classes the next day, she made it to four-thirty, packed her bag, and rushed to the hospital.
She found Huohuo’s room number in the inpatient departnt—virtually the best VIP suite in the entire hospital. As she walked there, seeing the group of burly n standing outside, she was just about to speak when she heard a strange male voice from behind.
"Miss Song?"
Song Song turned in confusion to see a man in a sharp suit standing there with a restrained look, "Hello, are you Mr. Huo, Huohuo’s brother?"
Huo Junting’s eyes narrowed slightly, "Yes, are you here to see Huohuo?"
"Yes, I wanted to see her. How is she now?"
"Still okay..."
Still okay?
Song Song thought that ’still okay’ must an not too good.
"Mr. Huo, may I go in to see Huohuo then?"
Huo Junting didn’t answer imdiately, but just took two steps forward and asked back, "Has Miss Song always lived in Qingcheng City, or did you also live in other places before?"
"...I also lived in other places, but I’ve moved quite a few tis, so I don’t really rember exactly where."
Huh, why is he asking like that?
Huo Junting politely smiled, "Sorry, it’s just that Miss Song looks a bit familiar. I thought I had seen you sowhere. You can go in. I think Huohuo needs soone to talk to now."
"Okay, thank you!"
Song Song smiled and nodded, then pushed the door to go inside, while the man standing by the side had a gleam flash in his eyes.
He took out his phone and walked to the window, dialing a number, "Dad, I think I’ve found her."
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