Chapter 436: Chapter 436

It wasn’t until Song Xi entered the hospital room that Song Qiao turned to Ning Wan and opened her lips slightly to speak, "That man was diagnosed with cancer and has been hospitalized!"

At this moment, her tone unexpectedly revealed an indescribable sadness and helplessness. Looking into Ning Wan’s eyes, her eyes unconsciously began to redden, as if she might burst into tears at any second.

Ning Wan was immediately stunned, naturally knowing who Song Qiao was referring to.

She looked back, not sure what she was looking for, and when she turned around again, she quickly dragged a suddenly bewildered Song Qiao to the stairwell.

Knowing how Song Qiao’s ’father’ had treated her in the past, Ning Wan had no fond feelings for Song’s father. She remembered how Song Qiao struggled just to pay for medicines, and grew increasingly resentful toward Song’s father. Why didn’t he help his own daughter? A small amount of medicine money was merely a month’s pocket money for Song Xi, but it was a significant amount for Song Qiao back then.

Even when Song Xi’s mother came to trouble Song Qiao, Ning Wan had once wanted to beat up Song’s father, or at least scold him.

Just entering the stairwell, Song Qiao, who had been suppressing her tears, suddenly let them fall like pearls off a broken string, covering her face with tear stains, yet she did not cry out loud.

But it was precisely because she did not cry out loud that it seemed more distressing than if she had.

Ning Wan couldn’t hold back, took a tissue from her bag, and personally helped her wipe the tears off her face, sighing and then asking, "Qiaoqiao, have you forgiven him now?"

Song Qiao was startled, her tears continuing to fall. After a long while, she clenched her teeth and said outright, "How could I just forgive him like that?"

That man had done so much in the past, had been so indifferent to her, even letting Song Xi’s mother come to insult and trouble her, pushing her life into hardship. Most importantly, when the Mu Family faced troubles, he never stepped forward to help, as if she was not his biological daughter and her mother was not his wife.

In fact, by that time, Song Qiao felt that her heart towards this father had already died.

She had no expectations anymore, not hoping he would treat her well, not hoping to return to the Song Family, nor hoping he would treat her like the loving father he once was.

Ning Wan looked at the Song Qiao who suddenly took the tissue from her, wiped her tears clean, and stopped crying further. Ning Wan then earnestly said, "Qiaoqiao, no matter what you want to do now, how you want to do it, I hope you can see clearly what you really want in your heart, including between you and Lu Jingchen..."

Don’t be as foolish as she was.

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Song Qiao’s experiences were indeed very similar to hers, except her parents died accidentally, and she was directly driven out by her uncle’s family from the Song Family, while Song Qiao was left due to her mother’s death and her father remarried and was forced out of the Song Family.

After all, the similarity between the two of them was the lack of family protection and love.

Oh... Not entirely, Qiaoqiao still had her grandfather.

As for her... Now in this world, she had nothing left.

Ning Wan didn’t stay with Song Qiao for long before Xi Mohan called her back to the ward, making her already decent complexion turn very unpleasant.

Song Qiao’s complexion had returned to normal, except for some swelling around her eyes, there weren’t any other significant emotions. Seeing Ning Wan’s unhappy face, she asked with concern, "What’s wrong? What happened?"

Ning Wan put her already hung-up smartphone back into her pocket and shook her head, saying, "It’s nothing, just that man acting crazy again. I’ll definitely block him once he gets better."

She looked at Ning Wan in front of her and chuckled, "In the past, he only treated you this way, now isn’t this a good opportunity for revenge?"

"What do you mean?" Ning Wan didn’t understand at first, asking with a bit of confusion.

Song Qiao’s face regained its smile and directly said, "I mean, while his injuries haven’t healed yet and he can’t do much and still needs your care, dear, take this chance to get back at him."

Ning Wan suddenly realized and clapped her hands excitedly, exclaiming, "Why didn’t I think of this before? That’s a great idea, dear, you’re so smart."

Song Qiao, "..." I was actually just joking.

When Lu Jingchen got off work and returned home, he saw Song Qiao sitting in the living room in a daze.

Song Qiao sat in the sofa, the room temperature was just right, yet she didn’t turn on the TV, nor was she reading magazines or playing with her phone, just sitting there blankly.

Chen Ma was likely in the kitchen preparing dinner, and other servants busy with their tasks greeted Lu Jingchen when they saw him, but Song Qiao remained lost in thought.

After handing his suit jacket to a nearby servant, Lu Jingchen rolled up his sleeves after unbuttoning his shirt, walked behind Song Qiao, and hugged her from behind, kissed her cheek, and said in a deep, attractive voice, "What’s wrong? What are you so lost in thought about?"

Song Qiao, startled, widened her eyes and turned her head to look at the man who had suddenly appeared behind her, and slapped his hand lightly, muttering, "How come you walk without making a sound? You scared me to death."

He caught the small hand that had landed on his shoulder, laughed softly, and said, "Clearly you were too absorbed in your thoughts. I made such a noise when I came back and you didn’t even notice, don’t blame me."

His kiss fell on the back of her hand, immediately causing a tingling sensation to spread throughout her body. She tried to pull her hand back, but he held it even tighter, making her cheeks flush.

Song Qiao simply turned around and looked at him somewhat irritably, "Didn’t you say on the phone earlier that you had a dinner and wouldn’t come back for dinner tonight? Why are you back now?"

After finishing her statement, she glanced at the wall clock. It was only six-thirty, meaning this man came straight home from the office after work.

His expression unchanging, he continued to look at her with a gentle smile, "Mhm, I canceled the dinner. I didn’t come back to have dinner with you last night, so I came back today to have dinner with you."