Chapter 907 - Meeting Song Wenchuan
Chapter 907 Meeting Song Wenchuan
Upon hearing this, Song Yaoyao’s mood lightened up a little. She pouted her red lips and scratched Dopey’s chin. The kitten that was about to slip away earlier snuggled in her arms and soon began to snore, squinting comfortably.
ITIS
“But now that medicine is so advanced, and the songs don’t lack money, it’s not impossible for her to recover,” Tang Xinrou shrugged and said casually.
She didn’t gloat over Song Jingwan’s misfortune. At most, she felt that she had done too many bad things and had suffered retribution.
Song Yaoyao’s black eyelashes drooped. The lights in the room shone through the gaps between her eyelashes, casting a row of light and shadows in her eyes.
It was quiet and tranquil.
Her entire body was emitting a pleasant aura.
That night, on the mountain, she had felt someone pushing her fiercely behind her back. Her head hit a rock, and her whole body was in pain. Lit by the bright lightning, Song Yaoyao saw a familiar face.
So, the reason why Song Jingwan appeared on the mountain was not by chance, but on purpose..
Unfortunately, she had to suffer the consequences.
“Miss Song, Young Master Song wants to see
you.”
The weather was perfect. Song Yaoyao was squatting in the greenhouse, tending to the plants. Her ankle was still injured, so she could not move around.
These days, Huo Yunque treated his home as his second office. All the documents that needed to be processed had been moved to his home and he kept Song Yaoyao within his line of sight at all times. Once Song Yaoyao disappeared for more than five minutes, he would feel uneasy.
It was probably the aftermath of that night.
The man who used to be high and mighty had a weakness, and he could never return to his previous peacefulness.
“Song Wenchuan?”
Song Yaoyao raised her head.
She held a small hoe in her hand and wore a set of soft yellow loungewear. Her jet-black hair was loosely tied at the back of her head, and a few strands of hair drooped down her cheeks playfully.
Her lips were red and her teeth were white, and her eyes were as clear as autumn water.
Huo Jiu lowered his head. “Yes.”
Song Yaoyao pursed her lips, looked at Huo Yunque, and nodded. “Tell him to come directly to the greenhouse.”
This greenhouse was very large, and there was even a small office area inside.
Song Yaoyao sat in her wheelchair, and Huo Si pushed her over.
Seeing Song Yaoyao again, Song Wenchuan looked surprised, as if a lifetime had passed.
In less than a year, things had changed.
Song Wenchuan’s throat was dry. He sized up Song Yaoyao. She seemed to be living well. Huo Yunque made up for the decades of love that she had lost.
“Yaoyao, are you alright?”
His concerned gaze made Song Yaoyao lower her eyes and move away.
“I’m fine, thank you for your concern.”
Such a distant reply made Song Wenchuan’s lips twitch, but he did not feel any resentment toward Song Yaoyao. He had brought this upon himself. The Songs owed her, and Song Jingwan owed her.
Even he had to bear the responsibility of standing by and watching.
“I…” Song Wenchuan said dryly, “I heard that something happened to you two days ago, so I came over, but…”
He laughed bitterly and did not continue.
It was not easy to enter Huo Manor.
“You came?” Song Yaoyao was surprised. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”
“It’s fine.”
Back then, Song Yaoyao was injured, so it was normal for her not to see any guests.
The two of them were speechless. The relationship that they had painstakingly cultivated back then had become estranged again with time.
After a long time, Song Wenchuan finally said softly, “Yaoyao, can I ask you for something?” “No.”
Song Yaoyao decisively refused.
She held a cat in her arms and looked at Song Wenchuan quietly. Her pair of clear black eyes were decisive when it came to love and hate.