novelraw Chapter 659 - 657: Rubbing Snot on Him
Chapter 659 - 657: Rubbing Snot on Him
Xiao Jinghuai looked at those bright eyes and swallowed his words, "Uh, it’s nothing. By the way, do you want to go to the hospital to see my mother today?"Song Song could clearly sense that he was deliberately changing the topic, obviously unwilling to tell her about his past.
But since he didn’t want to talk about it, there was nothing she could do for now.
"Do you really want to go? Won’t it upset your mother again?"
Moreover, he mentioned that Qiao Yu had been taking care of her in the hospital lately.
Actually, Qiao Yu’s intentions weren’t hard to guess. She believed if she won the old lady’s favor, she might have a chance to be with him—
A very stubborn thought indeed.
She reached out and poked the man’s chest, "Is that Qiao Yu still taking care of her?"
"Probably!" Xiao Jinghuai replied vaguely, "I didn’t see her the last few times I went to the hospital, so I’m not quite sure."
Song Song suddenly got anxious, "If you haven’t seen her, then who’s..."
Xiao Jinghuai wrapped his arm around her waist, "I really don’t know what to say to you. Did you really think leaving my mother to Qiao Yu’s care was enough?"
"How could it be! We both know what’s on Qiao Yu’s mind, it’s because of me, right? If I don’t show up often, how patient do you think she would be with an elderly patient with Alzheimer’s, hmm?"
Song Song thought it over carefully too, "Did you hire another caregiver?"
"What else could I do!" Xiao Jinghuai flicked her forehead lightly, "Actually, my wish is for you to take care of her, but I’m afraid you’d be too tired, and given your current appearance, it’s really not suitable, so..."
Song Song directly plunged into his arms, acting coy, "I’m sorry! Since we’re still married, your mother is my mother-in-law, and yes, I should be the one to take care of her. Actually, I feel a bit guilty, you know? We’ve been married for so long, yet I don’t seem to have fulfilled my responsibilities as a daughter-in-law."
"Alright, I understand." Xiao Jinghuai stroked her head, "Actually, compared to taking care of my mother, I hope we can spend more time together. Some things, once missed, are gone forever. You! You really make me inexplicably worried."
Song Song: "..."
Actually, she was worried too. Although they were cuddling now, she feared they might be separated soon—
"Honey."
"..."
"Honey."
"..."
Goodness! Why wasn’t he responding?
Actually, the man heard her, but he was just too surprised by her soft calling. He gently cupped her face, "What’s gotten into you?"
"Nothing!" Song Song leaned in and pecked his lips, "Don’t other couples call each other this way? So I thought I’d do the same!"
"But if you don’t like it, I can also..."
"No." Xiao Jinghuai pressed, kissing her firmly on the lips, "From now on, call me that way, no more Mr. Xiao, President Xiao, jerk, or anything similar."
Song Song couldn’t understand why she was so afraid of him when she first met him?
He was clearly a very gentle person.
...
Although they’d been married for so long, they hadn’t really spent quality time together, not even a meal in a restaurant or a movie.
So they decided to visit the old lady in the hospital and then go on a date.
The old lady’s condition was similar to most patients, becoming more severe, and her memory of her son was fading in and out.
They assumed Song Song’s appearance wouldn’t cause any problem, at least not trigger emotional turmoil, but sadly, the situation was worse than before.
No one expected an elderly’s movements to be so rapid; she reached out and scratched Song Song’s face with those unevenly clipped nails, leaving sharp scars.
Instantly, Song Song’s already somewhat flawed face was marred by several new cuts.
Xiao Jinghuai felt anguish seeing this and immediately pulled her out of the ward—
He bought antiseptic and cotton swabs from a nearby hospital pharmacy, and they sat on a bench as he gently applied medication to her while she quietly sat there, not saying a word.
"I’m sorry, I didn’t know she would..."
"It’s okay." Song Song smiled brightly, "After all, this face is fake anyway, and it’s just a little scratch. Applying some medication will be fine."
"By the way, what shall we eat later? How about Japanese food?"
Xiao Jinghuai could see her significant sadness, but she still forced a smile for him, "It’s up to you, I’ll eat whatever you want."
"Ha! Then let’s go have some junk food—"
Xiao Jinghuai: "..." He knew it.
All these days, Song Song had been pondering something; if she hadn’t met Xiao Jinghuai back then, what would her life be like now?
She thought she would probably still be a schoolteacher, her daily routine consisting of classes, grading homework, going home, and watching some funny TV shows or variety programs on her laptop. With luck, she might meet a decent man whom she wouldn’t necessarily love deeply, just not hate, and marry him because they fit.
Of course, she also might encounter a scumbag, get deceived, then dumped—
But none of that happened, she happened to meet him.
Now, he was beside her, wearing a black wool coat, his face adorned with glasses, looking particularly elegant and reserved, beautiful as if he was a painting.
This man was incredibly handsome when he smiled, with a sweetness about him, and if one looked closely, a hint of shyness.
She was fortunate to see his other side, not the one navigating the business world astutely.
But someone willing to run into a convenience store for her just to buy a bottle of water, a pack of tissues, or a meat stick.
Both of them had pretty peculiar tastes, even a bit of shared quirks. The movie they chose wasn’t the current popular ones; instead, they went into an old-fashioned retro cinema to watch "Waterloo Bridge"—
Song Song usually cried every time during this movie, and this time was no exception, leaving the cinema sobbing.
The scene was quite unusual, a super handsome guy holding hands with a plain-looking man, their gestures were unusually intimate, and the plain-looking one kept crying while the handsome guy was trying desperately to comfort—
"Do people who love each other often not end up together?" Song Song sobbed, sniffling.
Xiao Jinghuai felt a headache, regretting bringing her to this movie, "Of course not. There are many people in the world who love each other and end up together, and we’re one of them."
"Really?" Song Song wiped her nose, and when she ran out of tissues, she pulled him over to wipe on his clothes, "You truly think so?"
Xiao Jinghuai nodded affirmatively, "Aren’t we doing well now?"
"Oh—"
Song Song continued to wipe on him.
...
At night, Song Song woke up with a dry mouth, realizing she shouldn’t eat too much outside food, it could really leave one parched. Groggily, she got up to pour herself a glass of water.
She turned on the lamp, blinking her sleepy eyes only to find herself surrounded by darkness.