I almost touched the moon

The next morning at 10 o'clock, Wen Yiheng was pushed into the operating room by the nurses on time. This was the first time Wen Song saw someone undergoing surgery. Even though Wen Yiheng told her countless times that it was just a minor operation, minimally invasive, and would not be needed in half an hour, she was still worried.

Asked the doctor: "Can I accompany Dr. Lucille?"

The doctor nodded and said, "Of course, please follow the nurse to disinfect first."

Then he said to Wen Yiheng: "You have a daughter who cares about you very much. I envy you so much."

Wen Yiheng refused to do so and shouted, "You wait outside! It's just a minor operation! How many times do I have to tell you! Don't make a fuss! If you don't want to wait outside, go home or go to Laax to watch Cheng Che's game!"

Seeing how persistent she was, Wen Song was at a loss. Then, seeing how full of energy she was in scolding people, he felt relieved for a moment and waited obediently outside the operating room.

Cheng Che also called her at this time and asked with concern: "Baby, I'm going to prepare for the competition. Is mom in the operating room? How is her physical condition today? Did you sleep well last night? Did you have breakfast? I will be back as soon as I finish the competition, don't worry."

"She is in good condition and doesn't look sick at all. I am the one who is about to lie on the operating table." Wen Song yawned and said, "I slept well, but I woke up very early during the day. I was so sleepy."

"Then I'm relieved." Cheng Che smiled and said, "Then I'll go to the competition first. If you haven't eaten breakfast, you must eat lunch, understand? Otherwise, I will be very worried about you, and you won't be able to compete well and win the gold medal."

"Got it." Wen Song smiled and said through the phone, "Go ahead. It doesn't matter if you can't get the gold medal. Be careful and don't get hurt."

"Okay, I will definitely not get hurt, don't worry, honey." Cheng Che also kissed her and said reluctantly, "Then I'm going. Take care of yourself. See you in the evening, darling."

For the next half hour, Wen Song was still restless. His heart was beating rapidly as if something was pulling it. Even after taking many deep breaths, he could not calm his inner anxiety.

She comforted herself many times, saying that it was just a very, very simple minor operation with almost zero risk, but she was still a little anxious inside and kept looking through the small window into the operating room.

During this time, she also received a call from Felix. When she heard the exciting news, she was not happy at all, not even excited. She just said calmly, "I know, thank you."

20 minutes later, Wen Yiheng was half lying on the operating table and was pushed out by the nurses. The attending doctor walked up to Wen Song and said, "The operation was very successful. All the nodules have been removed without any sequelae. The wound is also very small and will not leave scars. You can be discharged this afternoon."

After hearing what the doctor said, Wen Song was even more excited than when he received Felix's call. He thanked the doctor gratefully. Seeing that Wen Yiheng was still a little weak, his eyes revealed a little worry.

Wen Yiheng quickly waved his hand and said, "The anesthetic hasn't completely worn off yet. You can be discharged from the hospital after the effect has worn off."

Wen Song was relieved and asked Wen Yiheng, "Then why are you still lying there?"

Wen Yiheng smiled and said, "Because I'm very tired, I don't want to sit, I just want to lie down."

Wen Song accompanied Wen Yiheng back to the ward, and finally had the mood to eat, sitting on the sofa while watching TV and eating cake. At this moment, the door of the ward was suddenly opened.

The man was a middle-aged man in a black suit, tall, handsome, and not old at all. He wore a pair of gold-rimmed rimless glasses, looked particularly gentle and elegant, and was holding a large bouquet of lily of the valley in his hand.

It is decorated only with white satin, and the green leaves set off the white flower bud in the middle. It is beautiful and elegant, and is Wen Yiheng's favorite flower.

"Ah Heng..." The man seemed to be in a hurry. When he saw Wen Yiheng, he subconsciously took a few steps forward and asked with concern, "Is the operation over? How do you feel?"

"Why are you here? What are you doing here?" Wen Yiheng looked surprised and speechless when he saw him.

Wen Song was also stunned, but still said softly, "Hello, Uncle Ling."

Ling Yi seemed to have just noticed her and said in surprise: "Song Song is here too, don't you have to go to work today?"

"I don't have classes on Friday, so I don't have to go to school," Wen Song explained.

"What are you doing here? How did you know I was here? Who told you?" There was obvious coldness and dissatisfaction in Wen Yiheng's voice. The three fatal questions made even Wen Song shudder.

Ling Yi walked up to her, placed the flowers on her bedside, and said with a smile: "I came to Switzerland on a business trip and wanted to visit you, but when I arrived at your law firm, you were not there. I thought you were traveling, but Xiao Wu told me that you were sick and hospitalized, and you had surgery today. I was worried about you, so I wanted to come and see you."

"..."

"..."

Wen Yiheng and Wen Song were both speechless, but Wen Yiheng was speechless because she felt that Ling Yi had lost his sense of propriety and offended her. Wen Song was speechless that Uncle Ling had been obsessed with her mother for so many years.

"She is the undercover agent you arranged to be by my side, right? Why does she tell you when I have something to do?" Wen Yiheng said dissatisfiedly, "You came when she told you, are we familiar with each other?"

"Ah Heng, you're wrong to say that." Ling Yi continued to laugh, "Our lawyer Xiao Wu admires you the most. She talks about you every day. She must become someone like lawyer Lucille. How can she be my undercover?"

"......."

Wen Yiheng was speechless. If she hadn't been a little weak because the anesthetic effect hadn't worn off, she really wanted to throw the bouquet of flowers and Ling Yi out of the window.

She glanced at Wen Song and said in a low voice, "Ilia, please go out for a moment. Director Ling and I have something to say."

"okay."

Wen Song nodded and walked out immediately. Just as she closed the door, she heard a clear voice coming from inside the ward, "Ling Yi, are you sick?!"

Sitting in the corridor, Wen Song looked at the white wall in front of him, suddenly felt a little dizzy, and fell into deep thought.

She knew the relationship between Wen Yiheng and Ling Yi, and also knew that Ling Yi did not give up on Wen Yiheng after he got married. During the years when Wen Yiheng went to Switzerland, Ling Yi also took good care of her. Even when Wen Song was young and ignorant, he asked Wen Yiheng, "Why is Uncle Ling not my father?", and was scolded by Wen Yiheng.

But Wen Yiheng had clearly told her six years ago that Ling Yi had already been married and his child was about to go to high school. Now it seemed that his child was about to graduate from college. He was over fifty years old and had a happy family. Could he still be obsessed with his first love?

Wen Song was not a child who had never experienced love. The moment Ling Yi entered the room, the look he gave Wen Yiheng was definitely not just treating her as an ordinary partner or friend. However, he was already married, but he showed such a look to another woman. Wen Song just felt a little disgusted.

However, she couldn't help but wonder, if she and Cheng Che hadn't reunited, would Cheng Che still love her, but perhaps, he would marry another person and have children, burying his love for her deep in his heart.

Thinking of this, she gradually became a little irritated. She glanced at her phone again, and Cheng Che told her that he had just finished the qualifying round, and because there would be a blizzard in Laax tomorrow, the qualifying round results would be used as the final results, and he would be back now.

Wen Song immediately replied, "Come home soon, I suddenly miss you. What are the results?"

Cheng Che sent an emoticon and replied to her, [Secret, I'll tell you when I get back, don't check it out, I want to keep it mysterious.]

Wen Song smiled, replied with an "ok", put the phone aside, and continued to lean back in his chair in a daze.

More than half an hour later, Ling Yi came out, his face looking a little embarrassed and sad.

When he saw Wen Song, he immediately smiled and said to her, "Song Song, I heard that you got married to Cheng Che, the eldest son of the Cheng Group, and I haven't had time to congratulate you yet. Take this, it's a little gift from me as your uncle, you can't refuse it."

After saying that, he took out a thick red envelope from his bag and stuffed it into Wen Song's hand.

Wen Song immediately returned the red envelope to him and said very persistently: "Thank you, Uncle Ling. I have received your kindness, but you don't have to give me the red envelope. We don't have the tradition of giving red envelopes here in Switzerland. Since you came to visit my mother today, I will take it as your congratulations to me."

"How can I do that?" Ling Yi stuffed the red envelope back into her pocket. "As your uncle, I must give you a red envelope when you get married. If you don't accept it, I can only give it to Mr. Cheng and ask him to pass it on to Mr. Cheng for me."

Wen Song still refused to accept it. He smiled at Ling Yi and said meaningfully, "Uncle Ling, you are my mother's friend and her senior in college. She doesn't have a brother, so in my heart, I have always regarded you as my uncle. There is no need to pay attention to these false formalities."

"Sing, sing..."

Ling Yi wanted to insist, but Wen Yiheng's voice came from the ward, "Ilia, come in!"

Wen Song smiled and nodded goodbye, then turned and walked into the ward.

She saw that the bouquet of flowers Ling Yi had sent had been thrown into the trash can. Wen Yiheng also moved from the hospital bed to sit at the small round table in front of the window, drinking coffee and looking at the scenery with a calm expression.

Wen Song asked tentatively, "Uncle Ling came over today..."

"Scumbag." Wen Yiheng said angrily, "We have been married for so many years and he still does this to show how affectionate he is. If he really loves me, he wouldn't have married me. Who is he doing this for? Speechless. I'm glad I didn't marry him in the first place, otherwise I would have divorced him and the divorce lawsuit would have lasted for 10 years."

Wen Song rarely saw Wen Yiheng so genuinely angry, and couldn't help but laugh, saying silently: "I don't understand, he is married, why is he still obsessed with you."

"All men are like this." Wen Yiheng's tone was filled with contempt, "Only the hardest to get and the ones that are lost forever are the best. In their words, it's the white moonlight, the kind that you can never forget in your life. It's just to impress yourself and deceive yourself. All men are equally despicable."

After saying that, he glanced at Wen Song and smiled a little embarrassedly, "Sorry Ilia, you are newlyweds, I shouldn't say this to you."

"It's okay." Wen Song also smiled faintly, "Cheng Che is not that kind of person."