Shen Yufeng had been with Song Ling since he was a child. When he made a mistake, he was beaten by his own father and brother. If Song Ling hadn't protected him, he would have lost his life.
"Brother Song, I stewed a fish at home and I brought you half of it. Try it." Shen Yufeng held up the rice bowl in his arms, revealing two rows of shiny white teeth when he opened his mouth.
"Made in Jiangyan?"
"Well, I can't cook." Shen Yufeng scratched his head a little embarrassedly.
Song Ling smiled and led him into the ward.
Old Shen's kid is a good kid, just too naive. He was swindled out of his money by an Omega before, and now he's been tricked by Jiang Yan too. He's really too easily fooled. Luckily, Jiang Yan is a trusted member of the team and won't do anything heinous, otherwise this little guy's life would be too miserable.
Seeing that Song Ling was the only one left in the ward, Shen Yufeng frowned and asked him, "Brother Song, where's that grandson?"
"Luo Wenchuan?"
"Yes, I didn't beat him up last time, but I'm definitely going to give him a good beating this time." Shen Yufeng said with great enthusiasm, as if he would pounce on Luo Wenchuan the moment he was there.
“You can’t beat him.” Song Ling looked at Shen Yufeng and couldn’t help but smile.
Upon hearing this, Shen Yufeng pursed his lips and pointed to his biceps under his white coat, saying to Song Ling, "I've been doing a lot of physical training. Feel it; it's much stronger than before."
Song Ling glanced at Shen Yufeng's body, which was much more muscular than before, and said, "He is Enigma."
"What happened to Enigma? He beat up... what? Brother Song, what did you say he was?" Shen Yufeng seemed to know something serious and didn't bring up the topic of beating up Luo Wenchuan again.
He sat for a while, then suddenly asked Song Ling, "So, between him and you, who's on top?"
Shen Yufeng had previously thought that Luo Wenchuan's gentle and weak appearance must be the same type as the Omega who had cheated him out of money.
But Luo Wenchuan is an Enigma, which is a different story. He's met very few Enigmas in his life, and each one is incredibly powerful and arrogant. Such a person would definitely not be willing to be subordinate to anyone, which would put Song Ling at a huge disadvantage.
The question made Song Ling a little embarrassed, so he picked up a piece of fish with his chopsticks and stuffed it into Shen Yufeng's mouth.
Just as they were about to change the subject, they heard Luo Wenchuan's voice from the doorway: "Brother Ling is upstairs."
"Pfft..." Shen Yufeng spat the whole mouthful of fish onto Song Ling's face. He glanced at Luo Wenchuan, then turned to look at Song Ling. "Impressive, Brother Song."
"Uh..." Shen Yufeng is an idiot, why does he blurt out everything?
Luo Wenchuan smiled slightly and handed Song Ling a tissue.
After Song Ling chased Shen Yufeng out, Luo Wenchuan put the food he had bought on the table. He glanced at the barely touched fish in the bowl, scooped out a piece, and began carefully picking out the bones.
Song Ling had barely taken a couple of bites of food when Luo Wenchuan pushed the fish meat, with the bones removed, towards her.
"Brother Ling, have some."
Song Ling glanced at the fish in the bowl, then looked up and asked him, "What's wrong with you these past two days? You haven't said a word."
"It's nothing..." Luo Wenchuan lowered his eyes, avoiding looking into Song Ling's eyes, which were staring directly at him. The more nonchalant Song Ling seemed about this, the more upset he felt. He would rather Song Ling scold him, beat him up, or even cut off his leg than this.
"If there's nothing wrong, why aren't you saying anything? You're usually quite talkative, say something so I can hear it."
Song Ling's intuition told her that this little brat was definitely hiding something.
Normally, Luo Wenchuan's mouth never stops. Back when he was with him in Lishan, he had one witty remark after another, never repeating the same one, and the whole crew could hear it. But now, in the hospital, he's quiet, like a little white rabbit, and nobody knows what he's thinking.
A note from the author:
I'm here. It's 9 o'clock today, and it should be around 10 o'clock from now on.
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Chapter 62 (1/2)
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Chapter 62
Chapter 62
If his trusted team can't save Luo Wenchuan, he will.
Song Ling looked up and examined Luo Wenchuan's eyes closely, and suddenly noticed a bruise under the man's eye.
"What's wrong with you?" Song Ling touched him, and although it didn't hurt much, Luo Wenchuan still couldn't help but tear up.
"From a bump."
"Where did you bump into? Where did you bump into that?" This person is never usually so clumsy.
Seeing Song Ling put down his chopsticks, Luo Wenchuan sat up straight and handed him the chopsticks: "Let's eat, Brother Ling, you must be hungry."
“I’m not hungry. I know you have something on your mind. I can’t eat well if you don’t tell me.” Song Ling sat back down on the stool, looking at Luo Wenchuan with a very calm expression.
Luo Wenchuan's eyes reddened again, his heart clenching painfully. He wanted to ask Song Ling if she was in pain, but felt it was too late to ask now. After thinking for a long time, he took out a flower branch from his pocket. It was a delicate peach blossom branch, the buds at the top still dormant, waiting for the moment to release their fragrance.
"I saw this at the flower shop, and I thought it would suit you perfectly, so I wanted to give it to you."
"A flower shop? In the dead of winter, a flower shop sells this?" Song Ling took the flower branch from Luo Wenchuan's hand, smelled it, and then stuck the small branch into a bottle filled with water.
The buds on the branches, ready to bloom, brought a touch of life to the somber and solemn white hospital ward.
Song Ling felt that Luo Wenchuan's state these past two days was very different; it was a state of dejection and helplessness, and he had never seen Luo Wenchuan like this before.
"Tell me whenever you want to talk, and I'll wait for you." Song Ling lifted Luo Wenchuan's chin with her hand, and after seeing those watery eyes, she leaned down and kissed the corner of his lips.
Something wet slid down his cheeks, and Luo Wenchuan cried. He was like a child who had done something wrong and didn't know what to do, unable to say a word except for tears.
Time cannot be turned back, and what he did can never be changed.
Song Ling hasn't changed; he's always been gentle with me.
"Brother Ling, I..."
I did something wrong, something that can never be forgiven.
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Song Ling had a nightmare. When he woke up, the lights in the ward were turned on, and a voice pulled him back to reality.
"Brother Ling, what's wrong?"
Song Ling shook his head and leaned back on the pillow, taking a deep breath. He looked down and saw that Luo Wenchuan was sitting on a stool; the kid had probably been watching over him by the bedside all night.
"Why aren't you going to sleep?" Song Ling asked.
"I'm not sleepy, I want to look at you a little longer."
Luo Wenchuan's eyes shone brightly under the light, like a large dog guarding his side. Although he found some of Luo Wenchuan's behaviors childish, Song Ling had to admit that the moment he opened his eyes and saw Luo Wenchuan, he felt a sudden sense of peace.
When did this person become able to provide him with a sense of security?
"Go to sleep, I'm fine. It's just a physical exam, I won't get sick." Song Ling smoothed Luo Wenchuan's hair, and Luo Wenchuan nodded. He only opened his terminal after Song Ling fell asleep again.
His gaze fell on the message sent by Xiao Qian's assistant, his eyes showing a subtle ripple.
When Song Ling woke up the next day, he didn't see Luo Wenchuan. His intuition told him that Luo Wenchuan had gone to buy food, but no one came back even when it was almost noon.
Song Ling didn't like the sudden disappearance of someone. He picked up his terminal and sent a call request to Luo Wenchuan, but no one answered after waiting for a long time.
It wasn't until noon that Xiao Qian brought over lunch.
"Mr. Song, this is what President Luo asked me to give you." Xiao Qian placed a velvet box on the table. Song Ling opened the box and saw a sapphire brooch. The gemstone looked somewhat familiar.
"Where is Luo Wenchuan?" Song Ling asked.
Xiao Qian said, "President Luo has some company matters to attend to, so he might not be able to come back today."
"It's about the company." Song Ling looked into Xiao Qian's eyes, then remembered Luo Wenchuan's unusual behavior these past two days, and asked Xiao Qian, "It's not about this, is it? You're hiding something from me."
"Mr. Song, no, Mr. Luo just..."
"Where is he? I want to see him."
"Mr. Song."
"Where?" Song Ling's tone left no room for argument. He wanted to see Luo Wenchuan. Three years ago, Luo Wenchuan left without saying goodbye, and this time he was going to find him.
He absolutely would not allow this person to leave without saying goodbye again.
"At the Imperial Court."
"The court?"
"Yes, he said if he can't come back, he wants me to apologize to you."
Sorry? What are you sorry about? What exactly did Luo Wenchuan find out?
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When Song Ling and Xiao Qian arrived at the court, the place was completely surrounded by cars belonging to their cronies.
Looking at the multiple layers of cars, Song Ling asked Xiao Qian, "What exactly happened?"
Xiao Qian trembled slightly and said, "The court hearing is today."
"What are they investigating?"
"Regarding President Luo's breach of the Qinghe system."
"What?" How did this case even start without Song Ruozhi present? What does Luo Wenchuan mean by this? Is he going to turn himself in without a word and then let him visit him in prison later?
Song Ling frowned as she looked at the place she couldn't get into at all. The next moment, she took out her pinky ring and took a few steps closer.
Seemingly noticing Song Ling's movements, a tall woman stepped out of a car blocking the entrance.
Song Ling recognized this person; he was Captain Gu Hanzhou.
"The trusted team is on a mission, you stay in the back." Gu Hanzhou's sharp eyes lowered slightly, her upturned red lips carrying a confident smile.
Song Ling raised her hand, revealing the ring on her little finger.
Gu Hanzhou raised an eyebrow when he saw the pinky ring: "You're from Team Three, but Team Three is useless. Team One is handling this whole thing. If you don't want trouble, stay back."
“I am a shareholder of Qinghe. The trial is for Qinghe's sake, and I have the right to know,” Song Ling said coldly.
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