Spring Night Kiss.

Nie Qingyuan smiled, placed the insulated bag on the bedside table, and gently looked between the two of them: "It's rare for you to come over, let's have lunch together. Your mother has been talking about you for days."

Song Qingjia watched him sit down by the hospital bed, gently tucking Cheng Yizhen's blanket around him, and the two smiled at each other.

They couldn't be more perfect together.

However, this scene seemed rather jarring to Song Qingjia.

"No, I have something to do, I'll be going now," she said calmly.

Cheng Yi's expression darkened slightly. Just as she was about to speak, Nie Qingyuan patted her hand. He gave her a look, calming her down.

Then, he looked up at Song Qingjia, his eyes still gentle.

"Qingjia, your mother's health hasn't been good since before the Lunar New Year. If you're not in a hurry, stay and spend more time with her."

Song Qingjia turned around and looked at them with a clear gaze: "It's enough for her to have you with her. My staying will only make her angry and will be even more detrimental to her recovery."

"How could this be...?"

"Let her go," Cheng Yizhen interrupted coldly.

Song Qingjia pursed her lips, turned around and walked towards the door.

Nie Qingyuan sighed, feeling somewhat helpless with the mother and daughter. They were two of a kind, both strong-willed and unwilling to utter a single soft word. Like hedgehogs, the closer you got, the more they pricked you.

"Yu Huai parked his car downstairs; let him give you a ride."

"Need not."

After saying that, he pushed open the door and went out.

Cheng Yizhen lowered her eyes, not wanting her husband to see her disappointment.

How could Nie Qingyuan not know? He sighed again, "Why are you getting angry with the child?"

Cheng Yizhen didn't say anything.

He added, "Don't worry, I'll tell Yu Huai to take Qing Jia away."

-

When Song Qingjia came out of the ward, she felt like she was holding her breath.

She couldn't spit it out or swallow it down; it was stuck in her chest, making her somewhat irritable.

The corridor wasn't long, so she walked slowly. She paused for a moment as she passed the doctor's office.

She stood there for two seconds, then raised her hand and knocked on the door.

"Please come in."

Song Qingjia pushed open the door and entered. A middle-aged male doctor was sitting in the office, writing a medical record. He looked up at her and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

"Ward 1508, Cheng Yizhen, I'd like to ask about her condition."

The doctor looked her up and down, his tone polite but cautious: "And you are?"

The patient in that ward was a leader from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and her husband held an even higher position of power; how could he dare to casually disclose her condition?

"Don't worry, I'm not here to spy on you." Song Qingjia paused for a moment. "I'm her daughter."

The doctor's expression relaxed, he put down his pen, and said, "So it's Teacher Cheng's daughter. It's nothing serious, just a chronic heart problem and some fluctuations in blood pressure."

"We adjusted her medication and will observe her for a few days. If there are no relapses, she can be discharged next week..."

My thoughts were similar to Song Qingjia's; it was caused by overwork, not serious, but I needed to rest.

She opened the office door and walked out. As soon as she looked up, she saw Nie Yuhuai leaning against the wall in the corridor.

With his long legs crossed and his hands in his coat pockets, he had been waiting for who knows how long.

Hearing the sound, he straightened up and turned his head to look at her.

Song Qingjia glanced at him, said nothing, and turned to walk towards the elevator.

Nie Yuhuai followed.

The two walked one after the other, their footsteps echoing softly in the quiet corridor.

"Where are you going? I'll give you a ride." Nie Yuhuai stopped beside her and waited for the elevator together.

Upon hearing this, Song Qingjia smirked, "Is President Nie very free?"

"I still have the skill to give you a gift."

Song Qingjia scoffed, didn't reply, and stepped into the elevator.

There weren't many people in the elevator, so she moved to the side, and Nie Yuhuai stood next to her.

When they reached the twelfth floor, the elevator stopped, the doors opened, and a woman in her fifties entered.

She was wearing a dark purple coat, her hair was up, and she had a very elegant demeanor. She was carrying a file folder and a paper bag in her hand. She was jostled by the people behind her and stumbled forward.

Song Qingjia reached out and supported her arm: "Be careful."

Just as Jiang Yunsheng regained his footing, the drawstring of the paper bag slipped from his hand again. The bag tilted, and the contents slid out.

Song Qingjia quickly caught the bottom of the paper bag and helped her hang the string back on her wrist.

"Thank you, thank you." Jiang Yunsheng breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head to look at her, and his gentle gaze lingered on her face for a moment. "Young lady, which floor are you on?"

"First floor."

"What a coincidence, I'm also on the first floor." Jiang Yunsheng smiled, straightened her coat collar, and said in a gentle voice, "Are you here to see a patient too?"

"Hmm." Song Qingjia nodded, not intending to say anything more.

Jiang Yunsheng couldn't help but glance at the girl again. She had always liked pretty girls, and this one was especially striking. She didn't look very old either, and seemed quite a good match for her good-for-nothing son.

She glanced at the man beside the other woman and then reached out to protect him.

Oh, what a pity, she already has a boyfriend.

The elevator reached the first floor, the doors opened, and Song Qingjia stepped out, striding towards the door.

Nie Yuhuai stood behind her and said in a deep voice, "You haven't answered me yet."

"What should I answer you for?"

"Where to?"

"I'm not going anywhere, you don't need to worry about me." Song Qingjia didn't stop walking.

"If I don't care about you, who do I care about?" Nie Yuhuai grabbed her wrist.

Song Qingjia struggled but couldn't break free. She looked up at him, a slight smile playing on her lips, but her eyes held no real joy: "Just mind your own business. The Nie family's operations are so large, aren't they enough to keep you busy?"

"You're also from the Nie family."

"My surname is Song, get that straight." Song Qingjia said, enunciating each word clearly.

Nie Yuhuai: "The one with the surname Song is also my sister."

Song Qingjia: "..."

Without a word, Nie Yuhuai had already dragged her towards the car parked on the side of the road. He pulled open the car door and shoved her into the passenger seat.

Watching the man walk around the front of the car and get into the driver's seat, Song Qingjia laughed in anger.

On the steps, Jiang Yunsheng stood still, watching the car drive away, tilting his head slightly as if lost in thought.

"Mom, what are you looking at?"

Xu Zhouye, who was ordered to pick up his mother, walked up from behind with his hands in his pockets. He glanced at her and saw nothing.

"I saw a pretty and polite young girl." Jiang Yunsheng looked away.

As they walked down the steps, she sighed and continued, "It's a pity she seems to have a boyfriend, otherwise I would definitely add her as a friend and introduce her to you."

Xu Zhouye smirked, utterly speechless at his mother's thought process: "I have a girlfriend."

Jiang Yunsheng gave him a disdainful look: "Didn't you fail to catch up?"

Xu Zhouye was momentarily speechless.

Jiang Yunsheng had already gracefully walked down the steps without turning her head, her tone light and casual: "Call her your girlfriend after you've caught up with her."

Xu Zhouye gave a soft chuckle and followed.

The car drove out of the hospital and onto the main road. There was a red light right there; he lightly applied the brakes and stopped, glancing to the side.

A black sedan was parked in the next lane.

The passenger window was half-open, revealing a profile with a high nose bridge, a sharp jawline, and a few strands of long hair blowing in the wind.

Xu Zhouye's gaze froze, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Jiang Yunsheng was talking to him when he noticed that the man suddenly stared to the side, so he followed his gaze.

"Hey, isn't that the girl from earlier?" Her tone was filled with surprise. "What do you think? Isn't she pretty?"

Xu Zhouye stared at Song Qingjia's profile and the man in the driver's seat next to her.

He gave a cold laugh.

"It's beautiful."

Jiang Yunsheng was somewhat surprised to hear the word "beautiful" from his unromantic son.

Then she heard him say, "How about I snatch her away and make her your daughter-in-law?"

Jiang Yunsheng: "?"