Translator: Zayn_
The two of them rushed to Jiang Zhihanâs private hospital.
It was already past eight in the evening, and there were only a few staff on duty in the hospital.
âMr. Jiang-â
Just as they were about to greet him, Jiang Zhihan interrupted them,â Where is Dr. Liu?â
âDr. Liu is in ward 203. He heard that Mr. Song has woken up, so Dr. Liu just arrived at the hospital not long agoâ¦â
Song Qingyou ran upstairs.
Jiang Zhihan also followed her.
The two people in the hospital lobby looked at each other.
âSo that Mr. Song and Song Qingyou are father and daughter?â
âThis hospital only accepts a few people who come here. They donât accept any seriously ill patients. Whatâs the relationship between Sister Qingyou and Mr. Jiang?â
âMaybe they are a couple.â
âIf itâs really⦠Come to think of it, theyâre so compatible. Iâll accept this couple as a sign of respect.â
âUnfortunately, 1 canât tell anyone. Iâll probably suffocate to death.â
âDonât do anything stupid. Before the news gets out, youâll lose your job!â
âDonât worry, donât worry. I know whatâs important. I wonât say it even if I die.â
The two of them chatted for a long time and agreed that Song Qingyou and Jiang Zhihan had a special relationship.
Song Xingye had the same thought as them.
After he woke up, he immediately asked Song Qingyou about it. When he found out that his daughter was fine and would arrive soon, Song Xingye felt relieved.
However, he didnât expect that Qingyou didnât come alone. There was a young man behind her!
Dr. Liu, who was in the ward, nodded and left quietly when he saw his boss.
Song Xingye glanced at Jiang Zhihan from time to time and didnât know what expression to make. He hesitated for two seconds before speaking, âQingyou.â
âDad.â
Song Qingyou wiped the corner of her eyes and quickly sat down on the bed, completely ignoring the person behind her.
Of course, Jiang Zhihan didnât mind.
It was his first time meeting Song Qingyouâs adoptive father, so he didnât dare to speak up.
The Song family used to be in the logistics industry. Song Xingye was also a serious businessman, but his temperament was gentle and elegant, more like an academic researcher.
Song Xingye patted his daughterâs shoulder and comforted her before looking at Jiang Zhihan.
âQingyou, this isâ¦â
Song Qingyou sat up straight and turned around to introduce him, âDad, this is Jiang Zhihan, CEO Jiang. This is CEO Jiangâs private hospital. Itâs all thanks to him that you woke up!â
âJiang?â
In the business circle of Jing City, Song Xingye only knew one family with the surname Jiang.
That was definitely someone the Song family could not afford to offend.
âJiangyuan Corporation,â Song Qingyou replied.
âSo itâs Mr. Jiang.â Song Xingye smiled and nodded. âIâm really sorry. This is the first time Iâve met youâ¦â
Because he had been lying down for too long, Song Xingyeâs body could not move freely, so he could not stand up to greet him.
âDonât worry, Mr. Song,â Jiang Zhihan said gently.
Seeing the wariness in Song Xingyeâs eyes, he also knew that now was not the time to chat, so he took the initiative to leave the ward.
Song Qingyou sent him out apologetically. âI-â
âThereâs no need to apologize.â Jiang Zhihan raised his eyebrows slightly, âBut we were only halfway through dinner. If 1 invite you again, you canât reject me.â âHow can you invite me? I should be the one inviting you.â
Now that Song Xingye had woken up, Song Qingyou was even more grateful to him.
Jiang Zhihan replied, âYouâll invite me, and Iâll invite you. We wonât interfere with each other.â
âAlright, Iâll listen to you.â Song Qingyou smiled.
Her indulgent tone was really similar to how she treated Zhizhi. When he was in Zhizhiâs body, he would occasionally choose the food he wanted to eat. Song Qingyou would always say: âOkay, Iâll listen to you.â
Jiang Zhihan was in a daze for two seconds. When he came back to his senses, he realized that Song Qingyou had already returned to the ward.
He glanced at the chair in the corridor and walked straight over.
At the same time, in the ward.
Song Qingyou had just returned when she heard Song Xingye say, âQingyou, you just turned 20 this year.â
How could she be in a relationship when she was only 20?
Song Qingyou blinked, not understanding why her father would suddenly emphasize her age.
Seeing that she didnât understand what he meant, Song Xingye asked, âThe Song family and the Jiangs have almost no interactions. You and Mr. Jiang⦠How did you meet him?â
The Song family had gone bankrupt and had such a huge debt. His daughter couldnât have taken things too hard and sold herself, right?
Thinking of this, his face turned pale.
âPresident Jiang is an investor in my companyâs project,â Song Qingyou replied calmly.
âCompany? Qingyou, where did you get the money to start a company?â Song Xingyeâs heart grew heavier.
Song Qingyou remembered that Song Xingye had been unconscious for a long time and didnât know many things, so she told him about how she had joined an entertainment company as an artist before the college entrance examination and then started her own company.
Most children would subconsciously report only the good news and not the bad. Song Qingyou was the same.
She only said that she had âaccidentallyâ become famous and started a company. It sounded like everything was going smoothly, as if she had hit the jackpot.
However, Song Xingye knew that his daughterâs journey must not have been easy.
His eyes reddened. âItâs all my fault for being useless. I made you work so hard. You didnât even go to university and youâre already out workingâ¦â
In the past, her adoptive mother had said that her adoptive father was very emotional in private and cried easily.
Song Qingyou was still young, so she didnât believe it because her father was very powerful in her eyes.
She didnât expect this to be true.
Song Qingyou didnât know whether to laugh or cry when she saw the man with white hair crying. She quickly handed him a tissue.
âIâm not tired.â She said, âThe company is now on the right track. The Song family has already paid off more than half of their debts. Thereâs only some money left that needs to be paid off in installments.â
âThatâs all Dadâs debt. It has nothing to do with Qingyouâ¦â
Song Xingyeâs heart ached terribly.
His daughter was only 20 years old!
In his eyes, she was still a little girl!
âDad, if you really treat me like your own daughter, then donât say that. Weâre family, so why are you talking like this?â
Song Xingye looked up and suddenly smiled. âQingyou has grown up. Youâre much more cheerful. You werenât so good at talking in the past.â
In the past, Song Qingyou was also likable, but she wasnât lively enough. She gave people the impression that she was obedient and sensible, and her personality was a little soft.
Now, she looked much more domineering.
âThen, do you think Iâm better in the past or now?â
âTheyâre both good.â Song Xingye said without hesitation, âYouâre my daughter. How could you be worse than when you were young?â
However, if he could, he really hoped that Song Qingyou would keep her original appearance. After all, that proved that Qingyou hadnât suffered.
âQingyou, tell me more about what happened in the past few years.â
Song Xingye was so concerned about what happened after he fainted.
Firstly, he wanted to know how Song Qingyou had been these past few years.
Secondly, he didnât want to continue to drag his daughter down. When his body could move again, he would think of a way to work and earn money.
After that, the father and daughter asked and answered questions in the ward. The mood was especially harmonious..