This was the first time Su Yanle had visited the hospital so frequently in a day. She watched as the doctor cleaned her wound and reapplied the medicine.
"That's enough. I've already helped you clean up and apply the medicine again. Your wound has been treated. The previous doctor should have told you to be careful not to touch your clothes for the time being.”
As soon as the doctor finished speaking, the nurse beside him brought in the next patient.
Su Yanle was about to thank him when Song Ziwei pulled her out.
He didn't say a word until they got into the car.
Su Yanle could feel the cold atmosphere and shivered involuntarily.
"Cold?"
Song Ziwei didn't look at her. He just said that out of concern.
"Not cold, not cold, Achoo." As soon as she finished speaking, she sneezed.
Song Ziwei reluctantly took off his coat and put it on her shoulder impatiently.
"What happened to your hand?"
Su Yanle didn't expect him to ask this out of the blue. Her mind was in a mess as she tried to think of an excuse to avoid him.
"Ah... I accidentally spilled hot tea on my arm.”
"You poured it yourself?" Song Ziwei turned his head and asked.
"Yeah, I spilled it myself."
Su Yanle lowered her head slightly.
No one spoke, and the atmosphere became quiet again.
After a long time, Song Ziwei suddenly spoke.
"You went to see Zhang Yiwen, right?"
"Ah?"
How did he know?
Although Su Yanle was shocked, his tensed nerves suddenly relaxed.
"How did you know?"
She looked at Song Ziwei in confusion. It seemed that all her hard work had been in vain.
"My phone will automatically record every call.”
Song Ziwei said leisurely.
"She just asked me out for a cup of coffee.”
Su Yanle also wondered why she was protecting Zhang Yiwen.
"Coffee? The wound on your arm was probably caused by her.”
Su Yanle looked at him blankly. She didn't expect him to suspect the woman he loved.
"Alright, I'm not an idiot." He paused for a moment." But you can't blame her entirely. You can only blame my mother and your parents. I hope you can forgive her."
His tone softened a little, but what he said was this.
As expected, it was still like this.
For some reason, Su Yanle felt a little sour in his heart and laughed at himself in his heart.
Compared to Zhang Yiwen, who was his real girlfriend, what right did he have to ask him to protect an outsider like him?
"Yeah, I don't blame her." She looked at Song Ziwei with a smile and stared straight into his eyes.
Song Ziwei avoided her gaze and started the car to drive into the traffic.
"Where are we going?"
When he passed by Song Ziwei's neighborhood, he did not stop.
" I'll take you to dinner," he said lightly.
Su Yanle sat obediently and looked out the window without saying anything.
When she passed by Lyon Cafe, she saw Zhang Yiwen standing at the entrance of the shop. She seemed to have lost control of her emotions and kept playing with her long hair. Su Yanle was hesitating whether to tell Song Ziwei when she saw Shen Zhien's figure. He pushed the door open and looked at Zhang Yiwen, who was crying and squatting on the ground. He seemed to say something.
Zhang Yiwen suddenly stood up and hugged Shen Zhien. Shen Zhien didn't move and let her fall into her arms.
Su Yanle quickly looked at Song Ziwei.
Fortunately, he was staring straight ahead and had no intention of looking to the side.
The green light lit up and the car sped forward. The two people on the roadside quickly disappeared from sight.
Su Yanle secretly heaved a sigh of relief.
"Song Ziwei, do you know Shen Zhien?”
She asked him softly.
"Shen Zhien? Who is it?"
As Song Ziwei spoke, he turned a corner and stopped the car.
It seems that he doesn't know about Shen Zhien's existence, Su Yanle thought.
"Get out of the car, Miss."
Song Ziwei had already gotten out of the car. Seeing that Su Yanle was still in a daze, he walked around her impatiently and opened her car door.
"Oh, oh."
Su Yanle didn't dare to be negligent. She quickly got out of the car and followed Song Ziwei into the restaurant next door.
There were very few people in the restaurant. Judging from the exquisite decoration, it was obvious that it was not something that ordinary people could afford. Even Su Yanle, who came from a wealthy family, rarely came to such a place.
“Bonjour.”
As soon as he entered, a well-dressed blond man immediately came up to him and spoke in French.
Song Ziwei nodded slightly at him. The blond young man smiled and made an inviting gesture, leading them to a seat in front of the French window in the corner.
It seemed like Song Ziwei came here often, Su Yanle thought.
When the menu was served, Song Ziwei didn't even look at her. He took it and drew a few circles on it with a pen. Then, he handed it back to the golden-haired young man. The young man bowed and turned to leave.
Su Yanle looked at him, feeling very unhappy.
How could there be such an ungentlemanly person who didn't even ask for his opinion when ordering?
"Hey, Song Ziwei, you didn't order only your portion, did you?”
She narrowed her eyes and looked at him, not hiding the dissatisfaction in her heart at all.
"What, you don't want to eat? Then I'll eat alone."
Song Ziwei was also looking at her, his face calm and indifferent, not caring about her unhappy gaze at all.
Su Yanle was so angry that he couldn't say anything. Just then, a waiter walked up to them with a bottle of wine and carefully placed it on their table.
Su Yanle looked up. It wasn't the blond guy from before, but a Chinese guy.
"Um, I don't drink. Can you get me a glass of juice?”
She said to the young man who served the wine, but the young man looked at her with a puzzled expression and an apologetic smile on his face.
"I won't…Mandarin." He spoke in broken Chinese and handed the menu to Su Yanle with a smile.
Su Yanle took it and saw that it was densely packed with French. She couldn't understand a single word. She handed it back awkwardly and waved at the young man with a smile.
Song Ziwei stood at the side, trying hard not to laugh.
Su Yanle looked at his gloating expression, but he couldn't get angry.
It turned out that he was also afraid that she would be embarrassed just now.
"Does your hand still hurt?"
Song Ziwei looked at her from the opposite side, showing a rare expression of concern.
"I feel much better after applying the medicine."
she replied, feeling flattered.
"Mhm, that's good."
Song Ziwei lowered his head slightly. His long eyelashes were reflected on his face by the lights in the dining room. He looked gentle and obedient, making Su Yanle forget his usual appearance for a moment.
However, his next sentence made her fall to the bottom of the valley.
"I apologize on her behalf. Don't blame her.”
Song Ziwei raised his head as if he had made up his mind.
Su Yanle took a deep breath, but she felt her chest was filled with unspeakable sorrow.
Why did everyone say that? Why couldn't there be a trace of sincerity in the care she received?
She suddenly wanted to get up and rush home to her parents. After thinking about it, she felt that she was very stupid. She scolded herself for being too weak in her heart.
"Yes."
After a long time, she replied faintly.
Song Ziwei looked at her and felt a little panicked.
He also felt that he had gone too far. After all, Su Yanle did not do anything wrong, but after coming to his house, she still suffered.
"I didn't mean that. I mean,"
He wanted to explain, but he couldn't. He was the one who had done the wrong thing. What right did he have to explain?
Su Yanle sat upright, but she felt her whole body go weak. It was as if thousands of troops were stepping on her heart, and she was so uncomfortable that she couldn't speak.
She had never felt so lonely before. It was only a taxi ride away from home, but she felt as if she was in a foreign country. She could only stand there stupidly and could not move.
Was this really his life?
She gently leaned on the table and closed her eyes, wanting to rest for a while.
Song Ziwei looked at her in confusion, not knowing what to do. By the time he reacted, the delicate shoulders on the table opposite him had already begun to tremble slightly.
She was crying.
Song Ziwei was a little flustered and didn't know what to do. He took the tissue from the plate and didn't know if he should pass it to her.
He looked at her quietly, feeling a little upset.
Su Yanle buried his head, and his shoulders shook more and more violently. Although he tried his best to hide it, he still let out some sobs. In the end, he couldn't hold it in anymore and cried loudly.
This was the only time she could vent her anger after going to the Song family.
Song Ziwei stood up gently and walked over. He hesitated for a long time before placing his hand on her shoulder.
Su Yanle suddenly stopped crying, and her shoulders stopped shaking.
She slowly raised her head. Her exquisite makeup was a little smudged, and her eyeshadow was imprinted under her eyes, making her look black.
"Don't touch me."
She raised her head and looked straight into Song Ziwei's eyes. After saying that, he stood up and ran to the door, forgetting to take his bag.
She was like a panic-stricken deer that just wanted to find a quiet place to hide.
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