Just as Song Ling was about to talk to Lin Fenghua again, Assistant Wang suddenly sent a message saying that the contract had been drafted and was just waiting for both parties to sign it.
The unexpected good news was quite surprising; no one knew what had gotten into Lin Fenghua, but she suddenly became so efficient.
"Brother Ling, I just saw something that would suit you perfectly. Would you like to take a look?" Seeing that Song Ling was still looking at the terminal and hadn't responded, Luo Wenchuan leaned down and asked, "Is something good happening?"
The man could hardly contain his joy.
Song Ling nodded and put the terminal away: "Yes, there is a collaboration with Twilight. The contract is almost finalized."
"Is Brother Ling happy?" Luo Wenchuan asked again.
"Of course I'm happy. After spending so much time, it's finally come to a result."
In another two weeks, school will start in Beicheng. He felt much more relaxed after finishing these matters and going back.
A glint of light flashed in Luo Wenchuan's eyes, tinged with a hint of darkness: "From now on, Brother Ling can focus on carrying out his missions."
His voice carried a mixture of anticipation and certainty, as if he had already planned out their future countless times in his mind.
Song Ling nodded, took an orange from the small table, peeled it, and gave it to Luo Wenchuan.
During the few days the child was hospitalized, Song Ling stayed with him almost the entire time. In a place like a hospital, the two of them were practically inseparable.
Luo Wenchuan's many habits are becoming increasingly apparent.
The child has selective obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD) regarding cleanliness, both mentally and physically. When we first met, I didn't know if it was because I didn't notice or if it was just a mild case, but this OCD wasn't easily noticeable to outsiders. Recently, it seems to have gotten a bit worse.
During his recovery, Luo Wenchuan only ate the food he brought and drank the water he handed him. If Song Ling was away for half a day, he would be thirsty and not drink a drop of water for half a day.
He didn't react much when this person used their hands to help him put on his shoes and socks, but now that someone else has touched him, he feels like he's going to wash his hands raw.
That's really strange.
"I might be accompanying Assistant Wang and Ms. Song to review the contract in a couple of days. I won't be back for lunch, but the housekeeper will bring me food. Remember to eat," Song Ling reminded her.
Luo Wenchuan opened his mouth and took a bite of the orange he was offered: "I can wait."
"It will be very late."
"fine."
"No, you have to eat three meals a day on time to eat well." Song Ling looked at the pitiful person and stuffed the rest of the orange into his mouth. Seeing the person's aggrieved look, she couldn't help but sigh, "You're so stubborn, how can you live without me?"
"So, Brother Ling can't abandon me." Luo Wenchuan had a pale and shy smile on his face, like a dodder vine that would wither if it lost its support, placing all his trust in Song Ling and living solely on the nourishment provided by this person.
"Yes, I'm reluctant to part with it either."
Song Ling's tone was incredibly gentle. At that moment, he was truly reluctant to leave. He wished he could hold Luo Wenchuan in the palm of his hand, or turn him into a drop of blood and keep him in his heart.
It is a lucky thing to meet someone you want to cherish at the right time.
"What did you say you bought?" Song Ling remembered that Luo Wenchuan seemed to have said something like that.
"I suddenly don't want to tell you anymore. I'll wait until I receive it to see it."
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The drafted contract was quickly sent to Song Ling's terminal. Song Ling sent a copy to Jiang Xizhou, and after carefully revising the contract, he compiled it into a paper document.
Good news came from Miss Song: the leaked information can be stopped from leaking further by updating the system. Although previously lost user information cannot be recovered, the system can selectively track and screen the whereabouts of information and create fake information to confuse the system.
Several terminal companies agreed to the plan and began efforts to win back users.
Everything is ready; all that's missing is signing the contract.
This was the first time Song Ling had been fully involved in Qinghe's affairs, and it seemed that she handled it fairly well.
Several senior executives had lunch with Lin Fenghua at noon.
Song Ruozhi stared blankly at Song Ling, who was chatting and laughing with several CEOs, for a long time.
This was the first time Rong Ruozhi felt that Song Ling had grown up. The person who insisted on taking the entrance exam for Beicheng University had actually been concerned about Qinghe all along. She began to reflect on whether her previous actions had been somewhat excessive and extreme.
If the child had been left in the capital, perhaps Song Ling wouldn't have encountered some people she shouldn't have.
Song Ling seemed to notice Ms. Song's gaze as well, and the two of them tacitly left the dinner party temporarily.
The person leaning against the railing wore a long black dress, and the dim light cast shadows of her long eyelashes on her eyes.
Time seems to have been exceptionally kind to beauties. After the passage of time, Song Ruozhi's face has become more mature and noble in beauty. It is a breathtaking beauty that is immediately recognizable and never gets old. It is not just about the appearance but also about the essence.
"Mom." Song Ling handed her a cup of hot tea.
Song Ruozhi turned to look at the blanket in Song Ling's hand, and slightly curled her red lips: "You still know how to come to me and ask about my well-being."
"Look at what you're saying, I'm your own son." Song Ling's hand rested on the railing, the youthful innocence in his eyes hidden by his neatly combed hair.
Song Ruozhi looked at Song Ling and asked him, "Have you thought it through, with... Luo Wenchuan?"
She couldn't shake the feeling that Song Ling was too upright and wouldn't easily think the worst of people.
"You may not believe it, but it is him. I am very grateful to you for sending me to Song County. There are many outstanding people there. They may not come from high social status, but their character and abilities are first-class. This includes Luo Wenchuan, whom I love and cherish."
Luo Wenchuan, whom I love and cherish.
Song Ruozhi lowered her eyes, pondering the meaning of these words, and began to think about why the child she had raised with such care had fallen into Luo Wenchuan's trap after only two years of being sent away.
What exactly is that little brat capable of?
“Song Ling, many things are not as simple as you imagine. I’m glad you’re a person who values relationships and keeps your promises; you’re much better than your father. But I also hope you have discerning eyes so you can see through appearances to the essence of things.” Song Ruozhi’s expression was very serious; her words sounded more like a piece of advice.
Looking at Song Ruozhi, Song Ling suddenly felt that Ms. Song had been acting strangely these past few days. In the past, when this person wanted to tell him a principle, she would basically not repeat it repeatedly. She would usually wait until he hit a wall before saying, "See? This is your choice."
But recently, Ms. Song seems to keep repeating similar things.
"I will, you can trust me." Song Ling smiled, his confidence brimming with fearlessness.
"Go back now. You've worked so hard for so long, it's time to prepare for your studies." Song Ruozhi glanced at her watch, took her teacup, and headed towards the private room.
The long dress accentuated her slender waist, and Ms. Song's steps were always elegant and composed, no matter the occasion.
Song Ling left the dinner early. She had originally told them she wouldn't be going to the hospital today, but then she thought it would be nice to give the child a surprise.
Before going to the hospital, Song Ling went to an old restaurant and ordered a squirrel-shaped mandarin fish to take back to Luo Wenchuan. Luo Wenchuan's tastes were no different from a child's; he could always eat a few more bites of dishes like sweet and sour pork, squirrel-shaped mandarin fish, and sweet and sour pork with pineapple—dishes coated in a sweet sauce and deep-fried.
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Chapter 39 (2/2)
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While waiting for my food on the first floor, a figure flashed past the door. It was a man sitting upright in a wheelchair. Although he was wearing sunglasses, there was a strange feeling of familiarity about him.
Song Ling didn't remember ever knowing the person in the wheelchair and quickly forgot about him.
When the patient arrived at the hospital, the attending physician was just about to go to the ward to change the dressing.
Luo Wenchuan's arm injury has healed a lot in the past few days, and apart from disinfection, it basically doesn't need any special treatment.
Song Ling thought about the child's awkward expression when someone touched his clothes, and reached out to stop the doctor on duty.
"Doctor, can I do this?" Song Ling asked.
The doctor paused for a moment, then quickly understood Song Ling's meaning: "Yes, that's fine. Many patients choose to go home to change their dressings at this stage. If you want to learn, you can come with me to the treatment room to see how other patients change their dressings. Let's go, let's get the patient's consent first."
"Okay." Song Ling put the food in the duty room and then followed them to the treatment room.
The next patient to have her dressing changed was a kind-looking grandmother surnamed Liu.
Song Ling, such a strikingly handsome young man, has been busy in the surgical ward these past few days, and everyone already knows him.
The elderly person is frequently hospitalized and has never understood the feelings of a caregiver. Many people come to accompany them, but they only stay for a day or two at most, and most of the time they only come to bring meals. Song Ling's behavior of sleeping in the ward for more than ten days is quite rare.
"Is the person accompanying you an Omega?" Grandma Liu asked.
"I guess so." Song Ling thought of Luo Wenchuan's crying and whining, and felt that this person was quite like the kind of weak and helpless Omega.
No, even the most delicate Omega couldn't cry like him. Luo Wenchuan's eyes were like a spring, unstoppable.
After the group finished talking, they began changing the dressing. Because he was teaching the "students," the doctor on duty provided some explanation while changing the dressing.
"First, disinfect your hands and put on gloves. Then take these flat tweezers and toothed tweezers. One is for picking up dry cotton balls, and the other..."
Song Ling read it very carefully. Even though treating external injuries was a skill that every student at Beicheng University had to know, he still read it again very carefully.
"Always remember to maintain aseptic technique and prevent secondary contamination of the wound, understand?" the doctor asked.
"clear."
"Well then, it's time to go to the battlefield, Dr. Song." The doctor placed the dressing tray in Song Ling's hands and gave her a thumbs-up.
Grandma Liu looked at Song Ling and made the same gesture.
Song Ling smiled sheepishly and carried the tray to the ward.
His eyes fell on the three tweezers on the treatment tray, and he suddenly remembered the days when he went on missions. Flat tweezers, toothed tweezers, and object-holding tweezers—in fact, you don't need so many tweezers in an emergency.
As Song Ling stood at the door of the ward, wondering whether to knock, she suddenly heard Luo Wenchuan's voice from inside.
This little rascal, so he wasn't sleeping after all?
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“I understand what you mean, but we were too hasty in what we did before. If something happens to Song Ling, it will alert Song Ruozhi, and she is not an easy person to deal with.”
Luo Wenchuan's voice was calm, devoid of any emotion, and could even be described as indifferent.
“I didn’t soften my heart. Human feelings don’t develop overnight. I can’t make unreasonable demands before Song Ling fully trusts me. The contract has been drafted. After the holiday, Song Ling will go to Beicheng. Soon, Qinghe will become part of Fengxing.”
Qinghe will become part of the trend.
What's the meaning.
Song Ling's hand lingered on the doorknob. She had originally been afraid to go in for fear of disturbing Luo Wenchuan's sleep, but now she suddenly didn't know whether she should go in or not.
What exactly is Luo Wenchuan saying? Why does he have such a cold voice?
“I’m not making excuses. I’ve said it many times. Getting close to him was just part of the plan. Song Ling is a slow-burning person. He won’t fall for someone easily. Catering to his preferences isn’t as easy as you think.”
Luo Wenchuan rubbed his furrowed brows. The only person in the world who could make him furrow his brows was Luo Huaishan, who was completely unaware of the situation and insisted on going his own way.
Only Luo Huaishan would dare to send thugs to deal with Song Ling. From the moment Song Ling was admitted to Beicheng University, he had an inseparable connection with the military. This was precisely what Luo Huaishan feared. He had always been ruthless and showed no mercy.
"The attacks on the Qinghe system have already weakened, and I have already sent the solution to Lin Fenghua. After the contract is signed, he will find a way to replace Qinghe's senior management. Song Ruozhi has a great reputation, and in the future she will exist as a representative, a cultural symbol, and no one will notice anything unusual."