In the afternoon, Song Haotian had worn off the anesthetic and woke up quietly. Zhang Meiling patiently chatted with him.
Although Song's father didn't say much, his eyes were full of tenderness towards his wife.
I couldn't eat anything, so the doctor told me to observe it first and then give nutritional injections.
At least he persuaded his mother to eat a little, and Song Nanqiao always had a smile on his face, and no more tears flowed out.
At night.
Zhang Meiling could no longer hold on any longer, so she fell tiredly on the chair and fell asleep.
"Mom, it's too late. You should go back and rest first. I'll be fine here."
She woke up gently and looked at her mother's red and swollen eyes from crying, with a look of pity on her face.
"I'm fine."
"Go back. There's no way you can stay here. Besides, dad is fine. It just so happens that I'll be here with you if I'm fine these days. You go back and have a good rest. You'll be with dad in two days. You should also pay attention to your health.
ah."
Unable to defeat Song Nanqiao, Song's mother had no choice but to nod in agreement and reluctantly left.
After Song Nanqiao sent his mother away, she stayed alone with her in the ward.
I was so uncomfortable that I couldn't sleep. The lights in the ward were turned off, leaving only a wall lamp in the lounge.
She turned her little face to the window and did not notice the figure standing outside the door.
Tang Jingze narrowed his eyes and looked at Song Nanqiao in concentration. She was really thin and slender, as if she was just an empty shell, and an unspeakable feeling overflowed from her chest.
She put her hand on the doorknob and pushed it open gently. When she heard a sound, she turned around.
Song Nanqiao was a little surprised that he could come. With a trace of ripples in her beautiful eyes, she stood up and looked at him.
"How about it?"
He asked softly, fearing to wake up the sleeping Song Haotian.
Song Nanqiao pointed outside the ward.
Tang Jingze understood, and the two of them quietly walked to the corridor.
"It was just a cerebral infarction. The operation was successful, but the doctor told me to rest. Now I'm fine."
Tang Jingze remained silent after hearing this, staring at her bloodshot eyes. The haggardness on her face was clearly visible, and there were even faint traces of tears. He couldn't help but feel a trace of distress in his eyes, but it quickly passed away.
"It's okay."
He responded calmly. This time the conversation between the two of them was unusually calm. There was no quarrel or indifference.
"It's okay, you can go back first. I will be in the hospital these days and will not go back. I will give instructions to the company and it will not delay the process. However, I am afraid that I will not be able to go to the final draft of the draft and the company's tour.
."
She was weak, her eyes were dim, and she had to explain everything that needed to be explained.
"I will find a chaperone to watch over you. There is no other way for you to endure it here. Don't let yourself suffer anymore."
Are you caring about her?
I'm afraid I'm just being sentimental again.
Song Nanqiao didn't take it seriously.
"I'm fine, don't worry about me, I just want to spend more time with dad."
She glanced at her father lying in the ward.
Tang Jingze seemed to understand Song Nanqiao's mood at this time and did not try to dissuade him.
"Okay, I'll ask Xiao Li to bring a change of clothes, and I'll have three meals a day delivered."
Her heart was gently touched, and she was surprised by his sudden caring. Thinking of her previous indifference, she smiled bitterly. This man was really hard to see through.
"Well, I understand. You should go back first. It's very late."
The empty corridor was so quiet that you could even hear each other's breathing.
Tang Jingze took a deep look at Song Nanqiao and then left.
She watched him leave with a complicated heart.
If I hadn't fallen in love with this man, if I hadn't joined the Tang Syndrome Group, if...
Isn't this all going to happen?
Song Nanqiao didn't know whether he regretted it or was moved by Tang Jingze's tenderness just now. Looking at his figure as he left, Song Nanqiao seemed to have an urge in her heart to run forward and hug him tightly.
For the first time, I felt powerless and helpless. There seemed to be no one around me to rely on.
At this moment, I really want to have a shoulder to let myself cry wildly, without any need for comfort, just to accompany me quietly.
Indeed, she hoped that this person was Tang Jingze, but she did not dare to hope too much.
Bincheng sleeps in a peaceful and quiet atmosphere at night.
Tang Jingze leaned against the car window, looking thoughtfully at the dim lights. He held all the cigarettes between his fingertips and burned them out. The cigarette butts were scattered all over the floor. The coldness in his eyes almost forced him into a blind corner.
He took out his cell phone and ordered Xiao Li to prepare all the necessary things and daily necessities for Song Nanqiao. He even ordered her to have three nutritious meals a day, and they had to be what she liked.
.........
People from the Song Group gradually learned that Song Haotian was critically ill and rushed to the hospital one after another.
Early in the morning, Song Nanqiao was awakened by a burst of noise.
In front of her were some of the top executives of the Song Group, dozens of people, and the "fake" concern in their eyes and faces made her feel a sneer in her heart.
"If you have something to say, go out and tell me."
She led them out of the ward.
"Nan Qiao, we heard the news and came to see your father. How is he doing now?"
One of the elders, Uncle Wang, spoke first, but the expression on his face was not worry but embarrassment.
Although Song Nanqiao does not work for the Song Group, he also knows that the group of people in front of him are not fuel-efficient lamps.
"Thank you for coming to visit my father. Uncle Wang, if you have any questions, please just tell me."
Song Nanqiao was too lazy to fight with them, so she might as well avoid the hypocrisy. After all, she liked to get straight to the point and be direct.
"Nan Qiao, we uncles watched you grow up. Your father is ill in the hospital now, and you work in the Tang Group, so you don't know much about the company, and I can't tell you more.
It's useful, but you have to know that the company can't be without an owner for a day, if something really happens..."
Uncle Wang did not say the next words, but looked away and glanced at Song Haotian in the ward.
After listening to the first half of the sentence, Song Nanqiao already knew what he was going to say in the second half. He was hoping that his father would die early so that he could seek power and usurp the throne. He couldn't help but sneer in his heart.
"Uncle Wang, although I'm not in the Song Group, I'm still a member of the Song family. It's not that I don't know the people and things in the company if I'm not here. After all, it's my family's property. How could I not know about it? Are you right?
?”
After hearing this, Uncle Wang looked slightly embarrassed.
"Yes, Uncle Wang, you are right. Such a big Song family cannot be without an owner for a day. After all, there are many things still in operation. It cannot stop just because my father is sick. But Uncle Wang, you have to understand that my father is fine now.
Yes, the surgery was very successful, and I think it will be back to normal in just a few days.”
"Everyone needs to rest. Unlike you, Uncle Wang, who is in such good health, my father works day and night on the company's affairs and works hard for the company's future. That's why the Song Group is what it is today. Uncle Wang, are you right?
"
In every word she said, she was instructing these senior executives to just take money and not work.
"That's true, Nan Qiao is right, but the current situation of the company cannot be without Chairman Song..."
Uncle Wang nodded in response, curling up the corners of his mouth, smiling superficially but not smiling at all.
"Of course I know how important my father is to the company. Since I am his daughter and a member of the Song family, I can take care of the Song family's affairs temporarily for my father."
Due to his father's illness, Song Nanqiao can only shoulder the heavy burden alone now and must not give up his position to anyone else.
With a smile on her face, she looked at Uncle Wang and spoke every word with utmost seriousness.
"Nan Qiao, it's not that Uncle Wang doesn't agree with you, but you are now a member of the Tang Group, and you don't understand the current situation of the company. If you want to take over so quickly, I'm afraid it won't be that easy."
Uncle Wang objected, looking completely unfavorable, and countless people around him agreed.
"When Uncle Wang said this, are you denying my ability?"
"That's not entirely true, I'm just not very optimistic about it. After all, the Song Group is so big, so you..."
Chapter completed!