Li Qiyu pursed her lips. She didn't believe it at all.
With Song Jiaye's current status, in ancient times, he would be a son - in - law living with his wife's family. In the old days, such son - in - law had to obey their wives. If they got on badly with their wives and were divorced, they would not only be laughed at but also end up penniless and in a miserable state.
Once when Li Qiyu was strolling in the streets, she saw a well - known old beggar. He had been divorced by his wife and then became a beggar.
Thinking of this, Li Qiyu's mind immediately conjured up an image of Song Jiaye in ragged clothes, begging on the street. This image made her feel uncomfortable.
How could the mighty Son of Heaven become a beggar?
It was inappropriate, highly inappropriate.
Song Jiaye saw her frowning and shaking her head from time to time. He thought she really cared about him. For a moment, he was touched and a bit at a loss.
He didn't know how to handle this situation. He rarely had someone care about him so much.
Since Song Jiaye was born, he had been an outcast not recognized by the Song family. His mother had to take multiple jobs to support him, and she ruined her health at a young age. She was either busy working outside or in the hospital. Although Song Jiaye loved and respected her, they didn't talk much because his mother didn't have much time to pay attention to his emotional needs.
Later, Song Jiaye met Aunt Jiang. She did care about him, but after all, she was just his mother's friend. She could only offer him a meal and a few words of comfort. Thinking about it carefully, no one had ever considered his situation and planned for him like Li Qiyu did.
After that, needless to say, he chased after Li Xichi but failed. Although Li Xiangping had saved his life and later became his father - in - law, their relationship was not close.
As for Li Xiyu, before her amnesia, they were more like enemies than relatives.
However, at this moment.
Song Jiaye's heart was filled with Li Qiyu's words.
People who are used to the bitterness in life will cherish a little bit of sweetness and be healed by it.
Song Jiaye decided to keep this bit of sweetness. Li Qiyu had truly considered his situation, and she deserved his sincere "Thank you."
In order not to spoil Li Qiyu's good intentions for him, Song Jiaye decided not to tell her for the time being that he was the owner of the hotel.
After returning the wheelchair, Li Qiyu had to limp again. Song Jiaye couldn't bear to watch and squatted down in front of her.
Li Qiyu looked around. There were still many people. She murmured, "This isn't appropriate, is it?"
"If you want to go back when it's dark, I'll walk slowly with you."
Hearing this, Li Qiyu obediently climbed onto Song Jiaye's back, and he carried her out.
At the hospital entrance, Old Master Song was waiting for them.
Afraid that Song Jiaye and Li Qiyu might refuse to go to the Song family's residence, as soon as he saw them, he quickly said, "Miss Li, I'd like to sincerely invite you to our Song family as a guest again."
Li Qiyu naturally knew Old Master Song's identity. She quickly jumped off Song Jiaye's back and said, "I'm really honored by your kind invitation, sir."
However, as she spoke, she still glanced at Song Jiaye. After getting his approval, she agreed, "Then I'll have to trouble you during this period."
Hearing this, Old Master Song beamed. He nodded repeatedly and said, "I'm happy that you're coming. Don't mention trouble."
Seeing that Li Qiyu had difficulty moving, he offered his car to them.
"Are you going back to the hotel? I'll ask the driver to take you."
If it were only Song Jiaye, he would have surely sulked and taken a taxi outside the hospital. But now he was with Li Qiyu, who had difficulty moving. Taxis couldn't enter the hotel's villa area, which meant Li Qiyu would have to go through a lot of trouble when they got to the hotel. Thinking of this, Song Jiaye accepted Old Master Song's offer and got in the car.
Old Master Song watched contentedly as the car carried the young couple away. He said to his secretary with a smile, "It seems my method really works."
When the boss was happy, the secretary was naturally happy too. "Yes, just as the saying goes, one thing subdues another. Only Miss Li can subdue our young master."
Old Master Song looked at the secretary. His words seemed like a scolding, but his tone was light: "So, you're saying this boy was sent by God to subdue me?"
The secretary nodded with a smile.
"Isn't that so, sir?"
Old Master Song looked at the secretary and finally burst out laughing.
"Yes, yes, yes. That's right. This boy was indeed sent by God to torture me." Now, seeing that the situation was gradually improving, he sighed contentedly, "Thankfully, there's Li Xiyu who can control him."
Thinking of this, Old Master Song quickly instructed, "By the way, tell the servants to tidy up their rooms properly. Change the bed sheets, and prepare all the daily necessities like slippers, toothbrushes, and toothpaste. Make sure they're comfortable."
The chief secretary shook his head helplessly and said, "Don't worry, sir. The servants know what to do."
Old Master Song was far from reassured. Usually a decisive man, he was now muttering non - stop. Fortunately, the secretary was patient enough to listen attentively.
Just as Old Master Song was muttering, Song Yunsheng, with a plaster on his hand, walked out of the hospital.
He saw Old Master Song standing at the door and greeted him, "Adoptive father."
By this time, the car sent by the secretary to pick up Old Master Song had already stopped at the hospital entrance. Old Master Song waved to Song Yunsheng and said, "Come on, let's talk in the car."
Both Old Master Song and Song Yunsheng looked solemn.
After getting in the car, Old Master Song didn't ask about Song Yunsheng's injury. The first thing he said was, "Did you see clearly who was chasing you?"
Song Yunsheng said, "It was too urgent. I didn't see clearly, but it felt like someone from the family was behind it."
Old Master Song pondered, "Apart from them, who else would dare to stir up trouble?" The angrier he got, the louder he spoke. "I've only been ill for a couple of times, and they're already so eager to kill for money?"
Song Yunsheng supported his arm in plaster. The pain was coming, but he only dared to suck in a breath of air quietly. He didn't even dare to show the slightest bit of pain in front of Old Master Song. Instead, he said, "Fortunately, their target was me."
Old Master Song nodded, "I'm very satisfied that you're aware of this."
The meaning of Song Yunsheng's existence was to be a shield.
Song Yunsheng knew this very well.
"It's my honor to remove the danger for the young master."
Old Master Song nodded, "Don't worry. I won't treat you badly. As for this injury you've suffered, I won't let your pain go in vain."
Song Yunsheng was unhappy in his heart, but he couldn't show it on his face. He could only say, "Thank you, sir."