After the divorce, my ex-husband and son lined up to pursue me.

Chapter 10 Let's go get some late-night snacks

Jiang Xia returned to the research institute, it was almost time to leave work, and Lou Yushi looked up at her and sneered.

She didn't say anything, and ignored it. Just as she was about to get back to work, her phone vibrated.

Jiang Xia took it out and saw the name "Aunt Chen" flashing on the screen.

She hesitated for two seconds before pressing the answer button.

Aunt Chen's voice, choked with sobs, immediately burst forth: "Madam, please come back quickly! The young master has a persistent high fever! I don't know what's wrong, he's taken medicine and had IV fluids, but he's not getting better. The young master is delirious with fever and keeps crying for his mother, Madam..."

As she spoke, Ruan Yuanchao's murmured, choked voice could be heard: "Mommy... I want my mommy..."

Jiang Xia's heart tightened, and her hand holding the phone trembled so much that she almost dropped it.

"Madam, did you hear that? The young master is so ill, he really can't live without you..."

Jiang Xia's breath hitched, and he blurted out instinctively, "I'll be right there..."

Before she could even utter the word "go back," the pain from biting her lip brought back a sliver of clarity.

what is this?
The divorce agreement is already on the bedside table in the Ruan family's house. What would she be considered if she went back now?
The nanny that Ruan Muhuai has been used to for so many years?
Or was she Nguyen Nguyen Trieu's mother, who would come whenever he needed her?
That's ridiculously absurd.

“Aunt Chen,” Jiang Xia said, suppressing her heartache, taking a deep breath, and speaking in a calm voice, “Don’t call me Mrs. anymore. Chaochao has her father and Miss Xinrou taking care of her, she doesn’t need me anymore.”

Jiang Xia hung up the phone before Aunt Chen could say anything more.

When I tried to put the phone down again, it vibrated.

Jiang Xia thought it was Aunt Chen again and frowned in annoyance, but her brows furrowed when she saw the WeChat message coming in on her phone.

S: [Would it be convenient if we had some time to talk?]

S: [Image]

I haven't had time to change the nickname yet; it's Song Nanqi.

The accompanying image is a photo of the medication prescribed by Jiangxia.

In an instant, a thought blossomed in Jiang Xia's mind: he knew the nature of his illness.

Before I could think any further, my phone vibrated again.

S: [I didn't mean to offend your privacy, but I'm the deputy director of the neurosurgery department at Huakang Hospital. Your case is somewhat special, and Director Zhu will have to tell me about it sooner or later.]

Because Jiang Xia has been reluctant to undergo chemotherapy since her diagnosis and has insisted on using only the most basic conservative treatment, Director Zhu has not yet held a consultation on her case. However, as Song Nanqi said, it is his duty to know about this disease sooner or later.

Jiang Xia sighed and quickly typed: [Let's discuss treatment plans later.]

There was no reply, so Jiang Xia quickly put down her phone and got busy.

It was past closing time, and many people had left one after another. When Xu Fei left, it was already past nine o'clock at night. He looked at Lou Yushi and Jiang Xia, who were still in the lab, shook his head with a wry smile, and urged them, "It's getting late, you two, how about we roll it again tomorrow?"

"Shh, don't make a sound." Lou Yushi was so engrossed in her work that she answered softly.

Xu Fei frowned slightly, then glanced at Jiang Xia, who was too busy to notice him, and said, "Don't stay out too late, remember to lock the door," before leaving.

Lou Yushi worked for a long time, then looked up at the empty laboratory, and glanced at Jiang Xia, whose screen was still lit and who was meticulously working. "Hey, have you calculated the data I need? I've been waiting for you, can you hurry up?"

Jiang Xia had already calculated and organized the data she needed and placed it beside her. At this moment, she was working on the data that Teacher Yan needed, checking it and writing and calculating on the draft paper, completely ignoring Lou Yushi.

"Hey! Are you pretending not to hear me? I want..."

Before Lou Yushi could continue, Jiang Xia casually uttered two words: "At hand." Lou Yushi was taken aback, then quickly realized what was happening and rummaged around at hand. Sure enough, there was a stack of documents in a very conspicuous place. She picked them up and looked through them, and then her gaze toward Jiang Xia became somewhat unnatural.

"You..." Lou Yushi was surprised that Jiang Xia, who had been absent from work for most of the afternoon, was still able to calculate all the necessary data, and that it was almost exactly as Lou Yushi had expected.

Lou Yushi didn't want to admit it, nor did she want to back down, so she awkwardly stopped talking. After working for a while and getting everything sorted out, she packed her things and prepared to leave.

"Well, it's getting late, you should go home and get some rest too."

Lou Yushi awkwardly threw down a remark and ran away quickly.

Their attitude has already shifted slightly.

Jiang Xia smiled, and after calculating the last set of data, she turned off the computer, got up wearily to stretch, packed her bags, turned off the lights, locked the door, and left.

But as soon as she stepped downstairs, her gaze froze.

A car was parked directly opposite the main entrance outside the building. Song Nanqi, who had changed out of his white coat and was now wearing a shirt and trousers, leaned casually against the car, looking down at his phone.

The quiet scene was like a beautiful painting.

But they were clearly waiting for someone.

As Jiang Xia continued walking, Song Nanqi also raised his eyes. The moment he saw her, his eyes brightened. "Miss Jiang, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Jiang Xia frowned and walked over: "How did you end up here?"

Song Nanqi is not her attending physician. Even if he is bound by the responsibilities of the deputy director, he shouldn't have come to the patient's workplace to block her, right?

Song Nanqi smiled, put away his phone, and explained seriously, "I'm sorry, I asked Professor Yan about your recent situation without permission and learned that you have returned to the research institute, so I came here."

"I'm sorry, I was being presumptuous."

With such a sincere explanation, Jiang Xia felt embarrassed to blame him.

She said, "Okay, but did you come to see me to talk about my illness and persuade me to undergo chemotherapy?"

Song Nanqi's meaning was exposed, but he didn't seem embarrassed at all. He just smiled and said, "Not entirely. I want to talk to you about your illness as a friend, and I will definitely respect and consider your personal wishes."

"Jiang Xia." He changed his address and called her by her name, his gaze deepening as he looked down at her: "Since you were diagnosed with the disease, have you told anyone about your condition?"

This is no small matter; it is a matter of life and death.

but……

To this day, apart from Director Zhu, Jiang Xia has never mentioned it to anyone, suppressing her feelings and tormenting herself.

Seeing that Jiang Xia silently avoided his gaze, Song Nanqi turned and opened the passenger door: "If it's convenient, shall we go get some late-night snacks together?"

Jiang Xia glanced at him, and then, as if possessed, nodded slightly before stepping into the car.

Unbeknownst to them, a Rolls-Royce pulled up nearby, its rear window slowly sliding down to reveal Ruan Muhuai's cold and gloomy face, his icy gaze fixed intently on Jiang Xia, who had gotten into the passenger seat.

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