Chapter 346: Chapter 346

Song Qiao remained still, her head down as she looked at the man’s arm encircling her waist. Her back had just been bumped by the man behind her, causing a bit of pain that made her frown slightly, yet she spoke up, "Lu Jingchen, my back is still injured, are you trying to torment me to death?"

Lu Jingchen’s body stiffened, and the next second, he quickly let go of her but still held onto her arm to prevent her from leaving immediately. His voice carried a hint of urgency as he said, "Is something wrong? Sorry, I forgot just now."

Song Qiao’s brows furrowed. Despite the pain making her feel like she might cry, her expression remained relatively calm as she replied softly, "It’s nothing."

Xi Mohan narrowed his eyes slightly at the man who had just removed his IV, his face holding a terrifying menace, yet he still spoke up, "If you and your wife plan to talk about love here, I suggest you, Jingchen, think it over carefully. If your wound opens up later, you might not have a life to talk about love."

Lu Jingchen looked at Xi Mohan with an unfriendly gaze and asked, "Why are you here?"

"Besides seeing you, do you think I’ve come all this way to the hospital just to take a walk?"

"If that’s the case, then you can get lost. You’re not needed here."

Xi Mohan, "..." TMD, is this what they call good brothers? It’s totally letting down the dogs. The most update n0vels are published on ɴovelfire.net

Without saying anything more, Lu Jingchen walked towards the hospital room with Song Qiao, essentially half-pulling her along as she did not wish to stay here any longer. The scene just now seemed like a haunting specter, replaying incessantly in her mind—all of it was Zuo Yuqing feeding Lu Jingchen with a tender look on her face.

No matter how she looked at it, she found it irritating.

If it weren’t for worrying about Lu Jingchen’s waist injury and the risk of aggravating it if she wasn’t careful, Song Qiao would have pushed him away and left the hospital room long ago.

Zuo Yuqing was still standing there. Lu Jingchen brought Song Qiao to the side of the hospital room and had her sit down, then his gaze shifted to Xi Mohan and he said lightly, "Could you take Yuqing home?"

Xi Mohan’s expression turned foul, very annoyed, he said, "I’m not a chauffeur."

Lu Jingchen’s tone was casual as he looked at Xi Mohan, "As long as you can drive, that’s enough. You’re heading back to the city center anyway, just give her a ride on the way."

Xi Mohan was furious, a cold smile appearing on his face as he spoke coolly, "When did I say I was returning to the city center? I just got here and haven’t even sat down to rest."

"There’s nothing you can do staying here. Better leave early. Don’t you need to keep company with Ning Wan? I’ve heard that you guys have a few new doctors, all young and good-looking."

Xi Mohan, "..." This kind of brother should be cut off.

In the end, Xi Mohan had no intention of staying any longer. With one hand at his side and the other in his pocket, he looked at Zuo Yuqing and asked, "Miss Zuo, may I give you a ride?"

Zuo Yuqing glanced at Song Qiao, then at Lu Jingchen, her lips quivered, but eventually, she picked up her bag from the sofa and showed a faint smile, "Then, I’ll be troubling you."

After Xi Mohan and Zuo Yuqing left, only Lu Jingchen and Song Qiao were left in the hospital room.

The man looked down imposingly at the woman seated on the hospital bed, his voice low and hoarse, "What you’re thinking about me and Yuqing—it’s not like that."

Song Qiao glanced around the hospital room, her gaze landing on the bowl of porridge on the table. She closed her eyes for a moment before speaking, "How do you know what I’m thinking?"

His voice carried a bit of hoarseness, like aged liquor, intoxicating, "Seeing your expression just now, I know you’ve misunderstood. Song Qiao, you have to believe me; there’s really nothing between her and me. She just came to visit and happened to cook some porridge. Since my arm is not convenient, she was preparing to help me. I hadn’t even eaten when you arrived."

Song Qiao lifted her eyes to the man in front of her, her eyebrows slightly knitted, fingers clutching the blanket she was sitting on, yet she spoke with a smile, "So, are you blaming me for coming at the wrong time, that I should have come a bit later?"

Lu Jingchen’s expression instantly darkened, but soon after, it turned into doting tenderness. He directly grabbed her small hand and played with it in his own, stating bluntly, "You’re jealous."

Song Qiao didn’t quite understand what the man was thinking; at what point did she show any sign of jealousy that he could be so certain.

She withdrew her hand from his grip; her expression still calm, she responded evenly, "You’re so sure I’m jealous, and if I say I’m not, you certainly won’t believe it. Do you think there’s any point in me saying anything else?"