After Being Reborn, Her Only Mission Is to Love Him

Chapter 94: Chapter 94 He is Stating the Facts…

“Hiss…”

Lu Zhaozhao winced in pain, her body instinctively leaning backward and hitting the seat in front of her.

Her tears fell even more fiercely now.

Song Sinian’s hand hovered midair, his gloomy eyes dimmed further; he eventually withdrew it.

He suppressed the surging emotions in his heart and spoke slowly, “Do you need me to leave now?”

Lu Zhaozhao, her hands cupping her head, pursed her lips, her eyes red as she looked at Song Sinian and nearly snarled through clenched teeth, “If you dare to leave now, I won’t let you kiss, hug or lift me up high ever again!”

“…”

Song Sinian was instantly frozen in place.

He even doubted he had heard her correctly.

Lu Zhaozhao took the handkerchief from his hand and wiped her tears, yet they still fell uncontrollably.

She sniffled, reached out her small hand, and hung it around Song Sinian’s neck, “Let me hug you for a bit to feel better, my head really hurts from the bump.”

Song Sinian sat rigidly in his seat, feeling her tender body pressing against him, and the heart that had been hanging seemed to settle back in place.

Suddenly coming to his senses, he frowned and said firmly, “I’ll take you to the hospital for a check-up. In case you… Mm.”

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“Hiss…”

Lu Zhaozhao turned her face and covered Song Sinian’s mouth, but the wound on her lips made her stop after a brief moment, forcing her to switch to using her hand instead.

“Song Sinian, you’d better listen carefully to what I’m saying now.” As she covered his lips, she spoke word by word, “First, I don’t need to go to the hospital, second, I am very angry right now!”

Because her mouth hurt, and her head also hurt.

What frustrated her more was that she had no idea if Song Sinian’s loss of control was due to his depression getting worse.

All these things piled up, and she was almost on the verge of collapsing.

Suddenly, Song Sinian reached up to pull her hand away from his mouth, then tentatively placed his chin there.

His nervous and uncertain demeanor was completely at the mercy of Lu Zhaozhao’s expressions.

“…”

Lu Zhaozhao, who had been half losing her composure, suddenly gathered her thoughts again.

While she was sorting out her thoughts, Song Sinian decisively grabbed Lu Zhaozhao’s other hand and switched hands.

The last time Lu Zhaozhao had been angry, this seemed to work.

He wasn’t sure if it would work this time, but… there should be no problem listening to his wife.

Lu Zhaozhao’s hand suddenly tightened, grabbing Song Sinian’s chin, her small face tilting slightly, “Mr. Song, I think we need to have a serious talk.”

“Okay.” Song Sinian’s reply was still concise, his tone so even that it was nearly impossible to discern any emotion.

But seeing that Lu Zhaozhao did not refuse contact with him, he clearly felt more at ease.

Taking a deep breath, Lu Zhaozhao looked at Song Sinian and then began to speak, “For fairness, each of us can ask one question, and if we don’t want to answer, we can choose to refuse, okay?”

Song Sinian nodded and said nothing more.

In fact, he had no idea what Lu Zhaozhao wanted to discuss, and as for the questions he wanted to ask, she probably wouldn’t want to answer, would she?

Lu Zhaozhao sat up straight, her gaze fixed on Song Sinian, “Were you in a bad mood today? Like, feeling uneasy inside…”

She tried to use emotional terms that Song Sinian would understand.

Song Sinian nodded, his eyes and brows carrying a hint of weariness, “Yes, quite bad.”

It was downright dreadful!

These past few days, he felt as if he were on the verge of madness at any moment!

“So why have you been in a bad mood?” Lu Zhaozhao tilted her little head, completely unaware that she had blurted out the second question.

Her gaze was full of confusion, her luminous eyes blinked with uncertainty.

Song Sinian didn’t remind Lu Zhaozhao, simply speaking the truth in response to her question, “Because every time you return from the hospital, you’re in a bad mood, and you even sneak away to cry when I don’t know.”

He slowly grasped Lu Zhaozhao’s small hand and placed it over his heart, “Every time you do this, it hurts right here.”

“…”

Lu Zhaozhao’s little face immediately flushed red.

They were just having a nice conversation, so how did Song Sinian suddenly start flirting?

Okay, okay, he wasn’t flirting on purpose, he was stating facts…

But… how did he know she had been secretly crying?

Lu Zhaozhao’s eyebrows lifted slightly, wanting to ask, yet not knowing how to begin.

And with what had just been said, she no longer dared to glance at Song Sinian’s eyes.

“I think… hmm.”

Before Song Sinian could finish speaking, Lu Zhaozhao once again covered his lips with her small hand.

Perhaps because his words were unfinished, his warm lips happened to press against her palm, the moisture of his breath causing her to shudder violently.

A tingling sensation spread instantly from her palm up her arm.

Startled, she quickly released her hand, “I, I’m just too worried about my third brother.”

Amidst her panic, Lu Zhaozhao ended up blurting out the whole truth, “I always feel like he could die at any moment, and every time I see him, I can’t help but feel overwhelmingly sad. I know the person performing his surgery is the best in their field, but…”

But she was still worried.

Because in her past life, she didn’t know much about Xia Wenmo, knowing only about the painting that appreciated tenfold and the news of his death.

Lu Zhaozhao’s words took Song Sinian by surprise; he hadn’t expected the answer he was so anxiously waiting for to really come when she was feeling better, just as she said it would.

Although it seemed her mood was not very good right now.

Song Sinian lifted his hand to brush the soggy strands of hair on her cheek behind her ear, speaking slowly and deliberately, “If that’s what you’re worried about, I can solve it for you.”

The greatest risks of brain surgery lay not only during the operation but also in preoperative safety and postoperative care.

As long as these were well managed, there wouldn’t be any problems.

Zhao Xi had reported Xia Wenmo’s situation to him early on.

He had a brain tumor, but it was not malignant; it just needed to be removed.

The only complexity lay in the need for both a neurosurgeon and an ophthalmologist to work together.

As long as his life was not at risk, Lu Zhaozhao’s worry would be the biggest issue.

Lu Zhaozhao’s doubtful gaze fell on Song Sinian, her mouth hesitating as she opened it, “You… can solve it?”

“Uh-huh, I can guarantee his safety,” Song Sinian nodded, without a moment’s hesitation.

At this, Lu Zhaozhao’s eyes lit up; for some reason, she felt particularly persuaded when these words came from Song Sinian’s mouth.

Lu Zhaozhao extended her small hands and hugged Song Sinian’s neck tightly, “Thank you, Mr. Song!”

The matter that had been worrying her for so long now felt like a stone dropping to the ground.

But what Lu Zhaozhao didn’t know was the extent of the changes that her words just now would bring about for Xia Wenmo’s situation…