Translator: Yunyi
Song Jingwan listened to the way that Zhuo Manli blamed Song Yaoyao for everything and a smile flashed across her face.
"Mom, let me take you to the hospital," she said worriedly.
"No need!"
Zhuo Manli waved her hand as she groaned and hissed in pain. "You have class to go to, and your final exam is in few days. I don't want to distract you."
"It's fine! In my heart, you are the most important!" Song Jingwan said as she helped Zhuo Manli to the hospital.
As for school, all she had to do was call and take the day off. After all, she was meant to be recuperating anyway. It didn't matter whether she attended or not.
Zhuo Manli went into one of the rooms for an examination. She needed to get her tooth repair as well. Meanwhile, Song Jingwan sat outside in a daze as a nurse pursed Song Wenchuan toward her.
"How's Mom?"
He lifted his hand and squeezed between his brows tiredly.
He had no idea what had happened. Sometimes, he would look at the documents that were delivered to him and fall asleep. When he awoke, he would discover that everything was done...
The level of efficiency was amazing.
During this time, Song Wenchuan also began to slowly understand the alter in his body.
He was dominant, arrogant, and also powerful. The type of person who would not allow retaliation from his subordinates. They either did what he instructed or they'd be sent packing.
This was his standard.
On top of all that, he had a cheap habit.
Every time, before he left, he would leave Song Wenchuan a message.
The feeling of 'talking to himself' was strange and unamusing.
Most people would dream to have their 'homework' finished for them in their sleep, but when he discovered that it was happening to him...
His mood was inexplicable.
It was complicated.
"She..." Song Jingwan's eyes darted and her voice choked up a little. "When Mom was eating breakfast this morning, there was a rock in her food... Also, when she went to sit down, her chair leg suddenly snapped. So..."
"So she was brought to the hospital?"
Song Wenchuan's lips twitched. "What's been up with her lately..." He fell into deep thought. Wasn't this too unlucky?
Song Jingwan shook her head. "Mom said her luck's been really bad lately..." As she spoke, she glanced at Song Wenchuan gently and said with hesitation, "She also said it was because Yaoyao is a jinx..."
"A jinx?"
Song Wenchuan burst into laughter. He was relieved to find out that Zhuo Manli was fine.
As for claims like this, he had heard enough of it growing up. Zhuo Manli was his mother, but he could never forgive her for the things she had done.
After all, who could be guaranteed a life free from obstacles?
"How long hasn't Song Yaoyao been home? They haven't even seen each other. Is she jinxing her through the air?"
Sometimes, he wondered whether his mother was delusional and needed help of a psychiatrist.
Song Jingwan smiled forcefully. "I get what you're trying to say. I'll get speak to her about it later."
Speak to her?
Song Wenchuan had no reactions to this. He glanced at Song Jingwan and shook his head. "No need. She can do whatever she wants."
He no longer had any hope that Song Jingwan and Song Yaoyao would live mutually in peace. If Song Jingwan spoke to Zhuo Manli, she would only slander Song Yaoyao further and make Zhuo Manli hate her more.
Sensing the distrust in Song Wenchuan's eyes, Song Jingwan pursed her lips quietly.
She lowered her eyes, and her gaze darkened.
The CT scan did not take long. The main problem was that Zhuo Manli's hip had been injured and the doctor had to give her a massage.
Song Jingwan and Song Wenchuan say outside and waited. Their conversation ended.
After some time...
Song Jingwan's phone suddenly started ringing like crazy. It was like a bomb had gone off.