Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

"Don't think too much." Song Yaoyao pinched her hand. "Maybe she just doesn't want to trouble us?"

"Between friends, what's so troublesome about this?" Tang Xinrou was furious. "She's too prideful. Why didn't I realize that she was suffering because she wanted to save face?"

Although her words were full of sarcasm towards Xu Yue, people could hear the concern in her tone.

...

After that, Song Yaoyao and Tang Xinrou went to the hospital to visit Xu Yue whenever they had the time. But, when Tang Xinrou went to visit Xu Yue again, she immediately urged her to work.

Tang Xinrou complained, "Even though you're lying on the hospital bed, you still can't forget your job." Should she praise her professionalism? Or her devotion?

After her animation was completed, Song Yaoyao uploaded it onto the website and didn't bother with it anymore.

It was a human-like animation based on a cat. The sweet little story didn't have any deep meaning, but it made people feel better after seeing it.

On this day, she visited Xu Yue again.

"Yaoyao? Why did you come to the hospital? Are you feeling unwell?"

Song Yaoyao raised her head and saw Song Wenchuan who had just walked in from outside. He sized up Song Yaoyao with a worried expression.

"No, I'm here to visit a friend." Song Yaoyao pointed behind her. "What about you?"

As soon as she finished asking, Song Yaoyao regretted it.

She paused and was about to find a topic to cover up when Song Wenchuan opened his mouth. "I'm here to see Mom... You, do you want to come along and take a look?"

To be honest, Song Wenchuan was just asking out of courtesy. He didn't think that Song Yaoyao would be willing to meet Zhou Manli.

After all, she had never received any motherly love from her.

Song Yaoyao was slightly stunned. She didn't expect Song Wenchuan to invite her.

The words of rejection rolled around in her mouth. But out of nowhere, Song Yaoyao nodded. "Okay."

"Why don't you..."

The voices of both of them rang out at the same time. Song Wenchuan did not expect that he would swallow the rest of his words. After a long while, he said, "Then let's go. She lives on the 12th floor."

"Okay."

The elevator was very quiet. Private hospitals were not like public hospitals where there were many patients every day. The two of them stood side by side. Song Yaoyao lowered her head and looked at her toes. No one knew what she was thinking.

Song Wenchuan moved his lips and said with a complicated expression, "You... Don't be afraid. She can't speak now. She can't scold you anymore."

"I know."

When Song Yaoyao heard this, she raised her head and smiled at him.

Suddenly, she asked him, "Are you blaming me?"

"Huh? What?"

In just a few sentences, there was a 'ding'. They arrived on the 12th floor.

Song Yaoyao walked out of the elevator. "I have the ability to cure her."

But she didn't cure her, and she didn't intend to do so in this lifetime.

Hearing this, Song Wenchuan laughed. He patted Song Yaoyao's head lightly with his large palm. "Don't think too much, this is all fate's arrangement. Speaking of which, I didn't believe in these things in the past, but now, I'm more and more convinced abour fate." He shook his head and suddenly sighed. "Actually, this is pretty good..."

After Song Wenchuan finished speaking, he paused and realized that Song Yaoyao was tilting her head to look at him.

He raised the corner of his lips. "It's much quieter."

There would be no more endless quarrels, scoldings, and favoritism. She was lying quietly on the bed now, and naturally, someone took good care of her. He had tried his best to find a famous doctor for her, but they were all helpless toward her condition. Now that Song Yaoyao said that she could cure her and expressed that she would not help, Song Wenchuan actually felt very calm inside. He smiled bitterly and asked Song Yaoyao, "Do you think I'm cold-blooded?"

The mother who had given birth to him was lying on the hospital bed, but he was willing to give up the only hope that could make her stand back up.

Song Yaoyao did not answer. "You're right. This is all fate."

Song Wenchuan patted her head and pushed open the door of the ward.

The room was quiet. Only the skinny Zhou Manli was lying on the bed. Her eyes were shut tightly as if she had died.

Hearing the movement, her eyelashes trembled. She slowly opened her eyes and her gaze was filled with joy when she saw Song Wenchuan. However, in the next second, before the joy had completely climbed into her eyes, her face was filled with an emotion that could be only described as disgust.

She glared at Song Yaoyao, but her body could not stop trembling.

She even let out a muffled scream, "Ahhh..."

Song Yaoyao narrowed her eyes and stood at the door coldly.

She watched as Song Wenchuan quickly walked up to hold down the crazed Zhou Manli and pressed the call bell at the same time.

Zhou Manli kept struggling on the bed, but her face was still firmly facing Song Yaoyao. This caused her body and her head to form a strange arc. Her upper body stiffened, and her turbid eyes stared at her without blinking.

Fear quickly flashed across her eyes.

Fear...

Song Yaoyao was sure that she wasn't seeing things.

However, how long had it been since she last saw Zhou Manli? Why would she be afraid of her?

She didn't think that her previous threat would cause Zhou Manli to be traumatized for the rest of her life.

How fun...

Song Yaoyao approached step by step and finally stood by the bed.

As she approached, Zhou Manli's reaction became even more intense.This chapter is updated by novelenglish.net . Fɪre.net

"Go... Ahhh, go!"

Her voice was muffled, and as she spoke, saliva flowed uncontrollably from the corner of her mouth.

Song Wenchuan's expression was cold, and his thin lips were tightly pursed. "Mom! Can you calm down a little? Don't be so fierce to Yaoyao!" He could not understand Zhou Manli's behavior. In Song Wenchuan's eyes, her unreasonable behavior only made him feel deeply tired.

Very tired...

"Ahhh!"

Zhou Manli was unwilling to let him go and didn't listen to his words at all.

Her eyes were wide open, and she looked like she was about to explode.

Song Yaoyao's presence caused red veins to show in Zhou Manli's eyes, making her seem creepy and sinister.

"Yaoyao, I'm sorry..."

Before Song Wenchuan could finish his sentence, Song Yaoyao suddenly stepped forward, grabbed Zhou Manli's hand, and closed in on her face. Their eyes met.

The air froze for a moment, and Zhou Manli forgot to scream.

Song Yaoyao's smirked. "You're afraid of me. Why?"

"Ahhh!"

Zhou Manli's pupils constricted under Song Yaoyao's gaze, and her nostrils flared rapidly. In the next second, she let out a scream that almost pierced through one's eardrums.

Song Wenchuan immediately grabbed Song Yaoyao's wrist and pulled her away from Zhou Manli.

"Be careful."

The doctors and nurses rushed over at this time, but it was a pity that Zhou Manli seemed to have a screw loose and could not be pacified. In the end, there was really no other choice but to inject her with a tranquilizer.

Song Yaoyao and Song Wenchuan stood by the window, watching Zhou Manli fall into a deep sleep with eyes filled with unwillingness.

The doctor seemed to have instructed something, but Song Yaoyao did not listen.

In the end, she and Song Wenchuan walked out of the ward one after the other. They walked for a long distance until they reached the elevator. Song Wenchuan then said with guilt, "Yaoyao, I'm sorry, I thought..."

Logically speaking, after such a long time, Zhou Manli should not hold such malicious intentions towards Song Yaoyao anymore, but reality proved that his thinking was wrong.