Shen Zhifei lowered her head and ate the banana from his hand, gently biting his finger with the tip of her teeth.
A commotion came from outside the ward, and soon the ward door was rudely pushed open; it was the Gu family causing trouble.
Song's parents immediately kicked them out, not wanting them to disturb the child's peace and quiet.
Only the two of them remained in the ward.
Song Lang leaned down and quickly licked Shen Zhifei's lips. "There's banana pulp on them."
Shen Zhifei pulled his hand under the covers and chuckled softly, "Aren't you afraid of being discovered?"
"I'm afraid, but I'm even more afraid of not being able to kiss you."
This was the first time they had a proper conversation since Shen Zhifei regained consciousness.
"Feifei, promise me you won't do anything scary like this again. I almost cried my eyes out the other day, it was so painful, you know? I was worried sick every day, afraid you wouldn't wake up, afraid your arm would be ruined, I was so damn sad I wanted to die."
Just by saying that, Song Lang felt as if he were reliving that terrifying experience all over again.
“I would rather be the one who gets hurt. I would rather have that guy surnamed Gu install a megaphone and broadcast our story to the whole world than have you lying on the ground like that dead person.”
Under the covers, Shen Zhifei and he held hands.
Shen Zhifei said with a smile in her eyes, "Do you love me that much?"
“Yes, I love you,” Song Lang replied without hesitation, “the kind of love that makes me willing to take a knife for you, the kind of love that makes me braver for you.”
“Song Lang—” Shen Zhifei’s eyes reddened.
“Shen Zhifei, you always told me not to let go. Don’t worry, now you can’t shake me off even if you want to. I’m sticking with you.” Song Lang choked up. “You scared me to death, you have to pay for my emotional distress.”
Shen Zhifei said in a hoarse voice, "Okay."
Song Lang leaned down and hugged him with one arm, ruffling his hair: "Considering you're still a poor student, you can repay me with your body once you're better."
Shen Zhifei buried her face in his neck and chuckled softly, her hand under the blanket tightening its grip.
The day before Shen Zhifei was discharged from the hospital, Song Lang was kicked home by Shen Lingyu and forced to take a shower and rest. The next day, he changed into a refreshing outfit and went to the hospital early to pick up Shen Zhifei and take her home.
Shen Zhifei had already taken off his hospital gown and changed back into his own clothes. While he was sitting on the hospital bed checking his schoolbag, Song Lang rushed in and, taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, grabbed the back of his head and kissed him for a long time.
Before things went too far, Song Lang held Shen Zhifei's lips and sucked on them for a moment before reluctantly letting go.
They packed their things and waited for Shen Lingyu to complete her discharge procedures before going home together.
But after waiting for a long time, Shen Lingyu still didn't come upstairs. Then Song Lang received a short message.
The letter said that there was an urgent meeting at the company and that they should take a taxi home on their own.
"What? Why does the beautiful lady always mess things up at crucial moments?" Song Lang frowned and put away his phone, saying, "If I had known, I should have learned to drive during the Chinese New Year. I could have driven you home myself today."
Shen Zhifei laughed and said, "You dare to drive, but I dare not sit."
"Tsk, from now on when I drive, you have to sit in the passenger seat and experience your brother's driving skills." Song Lang slung his backpack over his shoulder, opened the half-closed door, and walked ahead, saying excitedly, "Let's go home."
It was nearly noon when the two took a taxi home. They ate lunch outside the residential area before going upstairs.
Song Lang was in a good mood and chattered all the way home. When he got home, he felt thirsty and walked towards the dining room to get some water. But when he glanced around casually, he was startled.
"Hey! Mom, what are you doing?!"
Song Lang patted his chest: "You didn't say a word, that's scary, okay? Didn't you have something to do at the company?"
Shen Lingyu sat on the sofa without saying a word, her head down, her hands covering her face, her hair hanging down, looking utterly exhausted.
Song Lang sensed something was wrong, walked over and patted her slightly trembling back, asking softly, "What's wrong? Don't scare me, beautiful."
Shen Lingyu trembled even more violently, and sobs escaped from between her fingers.
Song Lang looked up at Shen Zhifei, who was walking over, and mouthed, "What's going on?"
Shen Zhifei squatted down, held Shen Lingyu's knees, and whispered "Mom," which made Shen Lingyu cry even harder.
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Chapter 057
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Shen Lingyu cried in a suppressed manner.
In her two children's memories, she was a strong woman in the workplace and a witty and cheerful beauty in life; she rarely shed tears.
Her suppressed sobs had already given Shen Zhifei a clue, and he was heartbroken. He never wanted to cause such great harm to this kind and gentle woman.
But he was selfish after all.
His vocal cords felt like they were stuck with thorny brambles. He called her "Mom" again in a hoarse voice, the word dripping with blood, which stung him painfully and splattered blood all over Shen Lingyu's face.
Shen Lingyu looked over with red eyes, her exquisite makeup, which she had specially put on to pick up Shen Zhifei and take him home, was now ruined.