Chapter 62: Lover (Part Twenty-Five)

Chapter 62: Lover (Part Twenty-Five)

After saying that, Pei Haoran left him behind to rush to his next surgery, leaving Song Cheng alone in the silent hospital corridor to sink into a prolonged, heavy silence...

Over the next few days, Su Kui found that Song Cheng seemed to have been possessed by a loyal hound, undergoing an astonishing and incredible transformation.

Take right now, for instance—

Song Cheng was dressed in a white shirt and black trousers, with his shirt sleeves rolled up to reveal his lean, muscular arms. He approached carrying a tray of freshly washed fruit, and asked softly, "Wanwan, how are you feeling today? Would you like some fruit?"

As he spoke, he picked up a fruit knife and began peeling an apple on his own. Su Kui’s lips twitched as she cast a speechless, silent glance at the intensely focused man sitting beside her hospital bed.

Was Song Cheng capable of waiting on people? Absolutely not!

Whenever he peeled a fruit, the large, round, red apple would inevitably be whittled down until nothing was left except the core.

How was she supposed to eat that?

Therefore, Su Kui shot him a petulant glare and said indifferently, "I don't feel like eating."

His hand paused. Song Cheng slowly placed the knife and the ruined apple back onto the fruit tray, and asked gently, "It's fine if you don't want to eat. Then would you like to go outside for some fresh air?"

Su Kui finally couldn't hold it in any longer. She stared at him in disbelief. "What on earth are you going crazy for?"

Just a few days ago, he had practically wanted her dead. How could stepping into a hospital and opening her eyes again make the entire world feel so surreal?

Unless Song Cheng had recovered his memories from their past life, Su Kui simply couldn't fathom what he was scheming. Over the past few days, he had been nothing short of impeccably tender toward her.

No matter how fiercely she lost her temper, or how she deliberately fumbled and threw away the fruit he had painstakingly peeled, she had never once seen him lose his temper.

Song Cheng forced a stiff, unnatural smile, his tone tinged with bitterness. "About what happened that day, I'm truly sorry..."

The anticipation that had slowly been building in Su Kui's chest plummeted, and her expression grew cold, her watery eyes devoid of warmth. "So, it's just guilt?"

It wasn't because he had developed feelings for her, nor was it out of heartache—just sheer guilt?

To hell with guilt! She had never deigned to want such a thing.

She drew a deep, ragged breath, as if trying to expel all the stagnant frustration that had accumulated in her chest for so long.

Yes, Su Kui had already realized that she was being too deeply influenced by this man. Even though she loved him, she should never love him to the point of losing herself.

A bitter smile tugged at the corners of her lips, and Su Kui thought silently to herself: If Grandpa knew that the granddaughter he had so meticulously raised could be so spineless, he would probably be furious enough to banish her from the family.

Fortunately, she had regained her senses just in time.

She still loved him, but everything should be built on a foundation of equality. True love required both parties to be evenly matched. She must no longer act like the brainless fool she had been when she first realized Song Cheng was her lover from a past life.

"Of course not, I..." *Love you?*

He parted his lips, but the usually invincible and formidable President Song found himself utterly speechless once more in front of this little woman.

Su Kui let out a mocking chuckle. "You what? Since you can't say it, wait until you've figured it out before you come talk to me!" Then, she unceremoniously issued an order for him to leave. "I'm tired and need to rest."

Her delicate, alluring face was frozen in absolute indifference, a sight that caused a sharp, stabbing pain in Song Cheng's chest. Had she stopped loving him? Or did she still resent the ruthlessness he had shown her that day?

He closed his eyes powerlessly and tilted his head back slightly. The glaring white fluorescent light overhead was so blinding that he couldn't keep his eyes open. After a long while, he managed to force out a sentence with a dry, hoarse voice: "Alright, then you get some rest first. I'll come back to see you tonight. Is there anything you'd like to eat? I can bring it for you."

Su Kui had already lain back down on the bed, closing her eyes to rest. As if she had fallen into a deep sleep and hadn't heard a single word he said, she remained completely motionless, not even her long, dark eyelashes fluttering.