Song Qing shook his head.
Why do you always make people so worried?
Song Qing shook her head slightly, her smile not fading.
"Do you know? Everyone's been looking for you, thinking something happened to you, thinking you're like last time..."
Song Qing quickly approached him and raised her hand to cover his lips.
"I know, I know everything," she said softly.
"Don't say anything, don't tell me anything, just let me lean on you."
Yi Zhengwei suppressed all his anger, pulled her hand down, and gently embraced her. The two watched the rising sun together, listening to the sound of the shop door slowly opening.
Let's get married.
Chapter Thirty-Eight: Arranged Marriage
"I won't say much else, but Dad hopes that you can protect yourself and Fuhua. You must always remember that this is the Song family's Fuhua."
-Song Jingmo
Yi Zhengwei didn't say a word the whole way, his eyes never straying, just focused on driving fast. Song Qing's face grew paler and paler; they were heading in the direction of the First Hospital.
She glanced at Yi Zhengwei, opened her mouth, but didn't ask a question.
Yi Zhengwei practically dragged Song Qing upstairs.
Song Jingmo's room was crowded with people, including doctors, making the ward somewhat noisy. When Song Qing and Yi Zhengwei arrived, people quickly made way for them.
"Qing'er, look at your father! Hurry, he just woke up!" Madam Song looked anxious and fearful, and hurriedly got up from the bedside and pulled Song Qing over.
"Uncle Xu, how is Dad?" Song Qing almost dared not look at Song Jingmo's face and turned to Xu Heng.
Xu Heng shook his head. "The surgery didn't go well. The condition is more serious than we thought."
Song Qing lowered her head and slowly sat down on the chair by the bed. "You all go out. Let me keep him company."
From the moment Yan Xunan saw Song Jingmo's worsening condition to the moment he saw Yi Zhengwei and Song Qing enter hand in hand, he knew deeply that there was no possibility of reconciliation between him and Song Qing. Although she remained calm, in her heart, her hatred for him had deepened.
Song Jingmo may have woken up long ago, but he was unwilling to open his eyes. After the ward was quiet, he exerted a little force and squeezed Song Qing's hand with his other hand.
"dad!"
He smiled weakly, but it was a rare moment of peace.
"Dad, you can't scare me. I still have so many things to do. I want you to see so much, so much..." She was already in tears.
He gestured for Song Qing to remove his respirator.
"Qing'er, don't talk about official business. I know you can handle it, no, it's that you have to handle it."
Song Qing shook her head, tears welling in her eyes.
"Qing'er, listen to me, this setback is only temporary. Go find Zhihan, he has a solution."
Song Qing cried even harder, collapsing onto the edge of the bed. "Dad, it's impossible. He has already declared that he wants to annul the engagement."
Song Jingmo paused for a moment, then raised her hand to stroke her head and sighed deeply, "Is that so? Oh well."
"Dad, I didn't want to." Song Qing thought his father wanted to punish him for this.
He waved his hand slightly and said, "I know. What are your plans?"
Song Qing wiped away her tears and looked up, "Yi Zhengwei, I will marry him."
Clearly, Song Jingmo knew he would encounter many unexpected events as soon as he woke up, but at least, these were all within his expectations.
"I won't say much more, but I hope you can protect yourself and Fuhua. Always remember, this is Song's Fuhua." He closed his eyes and said softly.
Song Qing firmly grasped his hand, her eyes clear and bright, "Dad, don't worry."
"Prepare for the wedding as soon as possible. No matter what, Dad wants to see you get married. That's my wish."
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As soon as she opened the door, Yi Zhengwei came up to her and asked with concern, "Are you alright?"
She nodded and turned to the door, saying, "Mom, Xiaoning, and Xunan, please come in. Dad has something to say."
After she finished speaking, she pulled Yi Zhengwei to find Xu Heng.
She conveyed Song Jingmo's meaning, and Xu Heng looked at the two of them with some surprise, while Yi Zhengwei also frowned slightly.
"I'm sorry," Song Qing said in a low voice as soon as she stepped out the door.
"I should be the one apologizing for not being able to give you a grand and magnificent wedding."
"Thank you for your understanding, Uncle Yi..." she expressed her heartfelt gratitude. To her, this marriage was like a business deal; it was as if both parties had reached an agreement and should have celebrated, but things had not turned out as planned.
"It's okay, I'll explain to him. However, even though the wedding is rushed, it should still be as grand as possible."
"Yes, please let me know if you need my help." Without making a big fuss, how can the goal of resolving yesterday's crisis be achieved?
Yi Zhengwei smiled and said, "I have one now. I will make a reservation at Hai Kuo Tian Kong tonight, and I hope Aunt Song can attend."
She responded with a pale smile, "Yes, that's to be expected, but she doesn't know if she can get away."