After packing up, Yung Heng brought Rong Ting downstairs. He did not get into the car. Instead, he said to the driver, Sun Qiming, "Send him to my room. I have something to do."
Sun Qiming looked surprised, but he still asked, "Don't you need me to send you?"
Yung Heng shook his head. "No, I'll take a taxi myself." He looked at Rong Ting, who was sitting obediently in the back seat, and sighed in his heart. "It's getting late. Go back to the hotel with him first. I'll go to the hospital to send something to your mother. I won't be back too late. Do you know how to shower yourself? "
To Rong Ting, this question was a little insulting.
He was about to turn six, and he had been brushing his teeth, washing his face, and showering himself.
Was it really okay for his father to ask this in front of a stranger? He had his own pride.
He straightened his back and deliberately emphasized his tone. "I know. I've always showered myself. I also wash my underwear and socks myself. "
If Song Yuan heard this, he would definitely praise Rong Ting so that he would be proud in front of strangers.
However, Yung Heng was not Song Yuan. When he heard Rong Ting's words, he just nodded calmly. This made Rong Ting even more disappointed.
Yung Heng watched the car leave. Then, he carried the paper bag and walked out of the neighborhood. After walking out of the neighborhood, he stood at the intersection and hailed a taxi.
At the same time, Wu Siyu's mental state was still very good. She was even in the mood to play a game. The bed next to hers had given birth today and was discharged to the confinement center in the evening. At this time, there were only the two of them in the ward, and it was very quiet.
Wu Siyu put down her phone and sat up with interest. She looked at Song Yuan and asked, "Was that cool guy chasing you today?"
Cool guy?
Yung Heng was indeed very cold. From the beginning to the end, he did not say a word to Wu Siyu. He had always been like this, but his life was too good. In ancient times, he was a high and mighty emperor. Now that he had transmigrated from the past to the present, he had become the crown prince of the Xie family. He did not need to deal with the ways of the world at all.
However, the term 'cool guy' made Song Yuan feel a little absent-minded. He felt as if he had returned to his junior high school days. After all, this term was really very old.
"No." Song Yuan came back to his senses and waved his hand. "We're just ordinary friends."
"You might be just an ordinary friend to him, but I can tell that he wants to pursue you. He cares a lot about you."
"Is that so?" Song Yuan's tone was light.
"Yes, I think he's really handsome. He's a good match for you when he stands next to you. He's also quite attentive. Today, he was running in and out. Don't you have any feelings for him? "
Feelings?
This word was also a long time ago.
It was so long ago that when she heard Wu Siyu's question, she would also remember the scene when she first met him.
He was wearing a light blue robe, his back was straight, and his face was like jade. It was no exaggeration to say that she felt that he was the male lead of the ancient and elegant prince. From transmigrating to ancient times, even before she came back, in those long years, she had always numbed herself. More than once, she wanted to blend into that environment and become an ancient person.
If she was an ancient person, then her life would be very smooth. She could even be called a winner in life.
She met the crown prince of the current dynasty in disguise and had a very sincere relationship with him, although there were a lot of lies and deceit in between. Later, after he ascended the throne, she became his legitimate wife and the empress of the dynasty. Most importantly, he truly loved her and only doted on her.
However, she was a modern person. She knew that in modern times, there were many couples who truly loved and respected each other. She also breathed in the air of freedom and lived in an environment where everyone was equal. All the supreme love that others could only dream of made it difficult for her to breathe and almost suffocate.
"When it comes to love, it depends on fate." Song Yuan smiled faintly.
Wu Siyu was startled when she heard that. She seemed to have remembered something in the past. She looked down at her bulging belly and smiled. "Yes, it depends on fate. Some people just don't have fate."
"This topic is quite heavy. You need to relax now." Song Yuan helped her pull the blanket. "You should rest more while you're not in so much pain. Don't worry, I'll stay here tonight."
Wu Siyu was still a little embarrassed, but of course, she was also touched. "You should go back and rest. There are nurses and doctors here. My husband will probably be back in the morning."
"It's hard to say. I'm afraid that you'll suddenly feel pain in the middle of the night. It's not good to have no one around." Song Yuan got up. "You should rest. When you really open your fingers, I think you won't be able to sleep. I'll go to the first floor to buy some coffee. Do you want to drink anything?"
Although Wu Siyu said that, giving birth was such a big thing. If there was no one around to accompany her, she would also be afraid. She nodded. "Okay then, I won't drink. I drank a lot of soup today. I'm still full now."
Song Yuan took her phone and wallet and went out. At this time, the first floor was still very lively. After all, there were many people giving birth every day.
She took the elevator to the first floor. There was a vending machine on the first floor. She had gone to buy it before. It sold canned coffee. As soon as she came out of the elevator, she saw Meng Jingyan sitting on the bench in the corridor on the first floor in a daze.
She was hesitating whether to go up and say hello when he looked over.
"Dr. Meng." Song Yuan had no choice but to walk up to him and take the initiative to greet him.
Meng Jingyan had always been gentle and elegant. Her impression of a doctor was like him. The white coat was very suitable for his temperament. Looking at him now, he couldn't hide his confusion and discomfort. This made Song Yuan a little surprised.
"Hello, Miss Song." Meng Jingyan rubbed his hands helplessly and smiled bitterly. "If you have time, can you chat with me? I don't feel good about it. "
Song Yuan nodded and sat down beside him.
When her grandfather was young, he was very easy to get along with. When he was old, he was a little difficult to deal with. Usually, when he went to see the doctor, he would throw a tantrum. This time was different. Her grandfather didn't make a fuss about leaving the hospital. He often praised Dr. Meng in front of them for being a good doctor. It was obvious that Dr. Meng was indeed a good person. He had always been doing his best to treat her grandfather's illness. Just for this, she was very grateful to him from the bottom of her heart.
"What's wrong?" Song Yuan asked softly.
Meng Jingyan weakly scratched his head. "Some time ago, there was a patient who was hospitalized. His condition was very bad. He went to several hospitals. Later, someone introduced him to us. We gave him a checkup, but the results weren't very good. I don't know where he heard that he would get better if he injected an imported medicine. He also asked me and begged us to arrange for a nurse to give him an injection. I refused him at the time and told him that we had to prescribe the right medicine. A situation like his can't be treated casually. "
He smiled bitterly. "It seems that I didn't tell him too clearly and in too much detail. It also seems that his desire to live was too strong. He asked his family to secretly buy the medicine and hired someone outside to give him an injection."
Song Yuan was stunned.
"After I met you in the evening, he was sent to the intensive care unit. Just now …" Meng Jingyan was very upset. "His family is preparing for his funeral. I was thinking, if I had been more patient, if I had been able to convince his family, if I had taken this matter more seriously, would things have turned out differently?"
At the same time, Yung Heng came down at the entrance of the hospital.
He carried the paper bag. He couldn't make up his mind. He really wanted to be alone with her. Naturally, he didn't want to let go of such an opportunity.
If Rong Ting wasn't still waiting for him in the hotel room, he also wanted to spend time with her in the hospital. Perhaps, he could also take her to reminisce about her pregnancy. Perhaps, he could also take this opportunity to tell her everything that happened during the five years of Rong Ting. She would definitely be willing to listen to this topic.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but quicken his pace and walk towards the inpatient department.
The hospital at night was far less lively than it was during the day. On the contrary, it seemed very empty and quiet.
He thought that she might be a little touched when she saw him send these daily necessities.
Yung Heng, who had never been so meticulous, thought of her reaction later and actually began to smile.
When he arrived at the entrance of the lobby downstairs of the inpatient department, he walked in. When he walked into the lobby and was only a few steps away from the elevator, he inadvertently glanced and caught a glimpse of two people sitting on a bench in the corridor.
The man was wearing a white coat. His head was lowered, and his expression couldn't be seen clearly.
The woman sat next to him and was listening to him attentively. She raised her head and looked at him worriedly.
The two of them, one was wearing a white coat, and the other was wearing a light-colored coat. Under the light, they looked extremely compatible.
This made Yung Heng easily recall those things in the past. Until now, Meng Qing Rong's unspoken feelings for Song Yuan and Song Yuan's unconditional trust in Meng Qing Rong were still a thorn in Yung Heng's heart. He knew that she only had brotherly feelings for Meng Qing Rong. When he quarreled with her in the past, he almost couldn't help but say some things, but he still held it in. He was really afraid that after she knew about Meng Qing Rong's feelings, her heart would waver.
He admired Meng Qing Rong and trusted him very much in political and military affairs. Meng Qing Rong was upright, open-minded, brave, and resourceful. He was indeed a rare good man. Apart from his background, even he had to admit that Meng Qing Rong wasn't inferior to him in other aspects. Meng Qing Rong didn't lose to him, but lost to their brotherly relationship. If, if Meng Qing Rong had discovered his feelings before him, would he still have a chance? If the General's wife hadn't acknowledged her as an adopted daughter, would he still have a chance?
Thinking of the past and looking at the scene in front of him, Yung Heng clenched the paper bag in his hand tightly. His veins were bulging, but his expression was still very calm.
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