CHAPTER 671: CHAPTER 157: SHE, SONG QIAO, IS NOT ALONE

Her gaze fell on the bag held by the taxi driver, and Song Qiao realized that it was indeed her own. Gratefully, she smiled at the taxi driver and extended her hand to take it, "Thank you, you’ve really gone out of your way."

The driver smiled candidly and handed over the change to Song Qiao, "This is your change. If there’s nothing else, I’ll be on my way. Oh, and if you’re worried about something missing from your bag, you can check it."

"No need, thank you for the trouble."

After the driver left, Song Qiao looked at the bag in her hand, relieved. Just as she was about to use her other hand to pick up the bag and stand up, she belatedly realized that her hand was injured. Although not severe, it really was quite painful.

"Let’s go and get that treated, no need to play tough." A deep, pleasant voice sounded again, as if it were just a short distance away, even mixed with the man’s strong masculine scent.

Looking up, she was met with the handsome face of the man. Pressing her lips together, Song Qiao didn’t speak.

However, the man seemed not to care about her response at all, simply helping her to stand up directly.

It was only when he was helping her up that Song Qiao saw his name on the chest of his white coat—Si Mu.

Minutes later, as Song Qiao sat in an office extending her hand out to the man opposite her for disinfection, she couldn’t help but inhale sharply.

The disinfectant poured on the wound, which had already been cleared of glass shards, wasn’t a lot, but it was painful enough to almost make her grimace.

"Try to endure a bit, it will hurt." Perhaps knowing that Song Qiao was afraid of pain, Si Mu’s movements became gentler as he spoke.

"I’m okay." Song Qiao still felt a bit uncomfortable because the incident wasn’t just his fault. To be precise, she had been running too quickly and hadn’t noticed what was in front of her, colliding into him, which caused her to fall and even land her hand on a pile of broken glass.

"Doctor Si." Just then, the office door was pushed open, and a young nurse ran in, stopping startled in her tracks upon seeing Si Mu and Song Qiao sitting there.

Si Mu looked up at the nurse, his expression unchanged as he asked, "What’s the matter? Why the rush?"

The nurse quickly regained her composure, remembered her purpose, and hurriedly spoke, "A patient was just brought in from a car accident; the director is looking for you, saying that you need to perform the surgery."

The man’s brow furrowed instantly, and he put down Song Qiao’s hand and stood up right away, "I’ll go now, please take care of her hand while I’m away."

"Okay, Doctor Si."

Song Qiao, "...", it was not until she saw Si Mu hurry off that she belatedly realized what had happened, which left her feeling stunned.

...

After having her hand treated and arriving at her grandfather’s ward, ten minutes had passed.

As she stepped out of the elevator, she was immediately met with a familiar figure, causing Song Qiao’s steps to freeze on the spot, slightly dazed as she looked at the man not far away.

It was only when he seemed to sense her and turned around, his eyes falling upon her, and walked up to her, that she managed to speak, "Lu Jingchen, what are you doing here?"

Lu Jingchen stood in front of Song Qiao, his face slightly stern, though less intense than when he had turned around earlier, his low voice very pleasant, "The hospital called me, so I came straight over. Where did you go? They said you came here over half an hour ago."

Song Qiao knew that the ’they’ he was referring to were Director He and his crew.

Just as she was about to speak, the man’s gaze fell on her injured hand, immediately bringing her hand to his view. Seeing the hand wrapped in gauze, he furrowed his brows and asked in a heavy tone, "What caused the injury?"

There was a touch of displeasure in his voice, as if he was also a bit angry.

She was unharmed in the morning, but now he saw her hand wrapped in gauze, clearly having been injured recently.

Song Qiao looked at her hand, which had been wrapped multiple times in gauze. In fact, the injury was not very serious—it was just a small cut—but she didn’t know if the nurse had been overly dramatic or what; she had wrapped it up so thoroughly that it seemed to be very serious.

Choosing her words carefully, Song Qiao quietly explained, "I accidentally fell just now and ended up on some broken glass. It’s nothing; it has been dealt with."

After she finished speaking, she suddenly thought of her grandfather and without waiting for Lu Jingchen to speak, she quickly asked, "How is my grandfather doing?"

The man was still holding her hand, his brow furrowed, obviously displeased, yet he still answered her question, "Your grandfather’s surgery is done. It went very well, and he is no longer in critical condition."

At his words, Song Qiao sighed with relief. However, as she looked up, she found herself directly meeting the man’s deep eyes, his expression still somewhat somber.

Feeling her breath tighten, she instinctively asked, "What’s wrong?"

"Song Qiao." The man’s gaze remained firmly on her, his voice slightly hoarse, his tone neutral and enigmatic, "Next time something happens, you have to call me. Don’t always bear it alone. You are my wife now, and I am your husband. You’re not alone."

The man’s words carried an insistent certainty, clearly stating a fact.

She, Song Qiao, was not alone.

...

Sitting inside her grandfather’s hospital room, Song Qiao’s thoughts wandered far away. Besides Elder Mu, who was still sleeping in the hospital bed and herself, there was no third person in the room.

Lu Jingchen had already left, and Song Qiao didn’t know where he had gone.

Maybe he went back to the company, or perhaps he went out.

After he spoke those words to her, he left straight away.

"Sister, you’re here?" The door to the room opened again, and Mu Shinian entered carrying a thermal container. Seeing Song Qiao, his eyes lit up, and he said with a smile.

Song Qiao came back to her senses and, standing up, reached out for the container he was holding, "Why didn’t you rest at home? Aunt Zhang said you’ve been at the hospital with grandfather all night. Can your body handle it?"

Mu Shinian shook his head and replied, "Sis, I’m fine. School just happened to be on break, and I don’t have classes to attend."