The green camphor tree has a deep view

Song Jingshen sighed, as if he didn't know what to do with her. He loosened his grip, hugged her in his arms, and gently stroked her slender waist and back.

"Give me a chance, okay?" He pleaded. "You don't have to use the money in the trust. I can take care of you and your aunt and the others. Don't think of it as the Song family's money. Just treat me as an ordinary man who wants to be with you for a long time and spend money to help you through the difficulties."

Wen Qing's heart trembled slightly, but the alarm bells in her head started ringing - what was the difference between his plan and Song Weiming's plan to support his aunt back then?

Thinking of this, he immediately refused out loud: "No, I don't want it, and my aunt won't agree to it either."

Song Jingshen continued to persuade her: "I have a villa near F University. You can move in tomorrow. Your aunt won't know at all."

"No... I don't want to tell such a lie. I just want to live my life with a clear conscience." Wen Qing just shook her head and refused. "I can promise you that I won't have anything with other men before you give up on me. As for the rest... I really can't do it."

"You can handle so many things? Your aunt's recovery is not a matter of one day or one night..." Song Jingshen looked at her tired face, and his heart seemed to be pulled, and it hurt slightly, "I'll ask Butler Yu to send someone to help you?"

"No need. Take your time, everything can be solved." She gently pushed him away, stood against the wall, and suddenly felt sore and tired all over that she could hardly lift her head.

She wanted to explain it to him clearly, but after talking for a long time, she still couldn't make it clear, and she was too tired to say anything.

Song Jingshen couldn't bear to keep her any longer, so he patted her waist and said, "Go back. Remember to find me if you get into trouble."

Wen Qing knew that she could finally leave, so she didn't listen to what he said. She subconsciously said "hmm" and slowly walked towards the ward.

When she reached the door of the ward and was about to push it, she felt something strange in her mind. She turned her head to look at the end of the corridor, only to see Song Jingshen still standing there, looking at her from a distance.

Her heart tightened, and she quickly withdrew her gaze, pushed the door open and hid in the ward, then walked into the inner room.

She closed the door, and all her strength seemed to be drained away. She leaned limply against the door and slowly slid to the ground.

She buried her head in her knees, hugged herself, and cried silently.

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The next day, Zhu Yu brought Jiang Xueming to the ward. It was almost noon.

Wen Qing had dark circles under her eyes and was guarding a pile of luggage, waiting at the door of the ward. When she saw Zhu Yu and the others coming, she immediately smiled at them.

"I just finished the project team meeting and rushed here, but I'm still late." Zhu Yu looked at the wall clock on the nurses' station. "Let's have lunch first? That will give us more energy to move later."

"I had breakfast late, so I'm not hungry now. Can I cook wontons for you?" Wen Qing knew that they would be very busy in the afternoon, so she tried her best to help save time.

"Can you cook in the ward?" Zhu Yu was surprised, his eyes widened.

Wen Qing stammered "yes" and turned to busy herself with the electric cooker.

Zhu Yu and Jiang Xueming followed him into the ward, greeted Zhou Wen on the bed, and then looked at the various home appliances in the room in surprise.

"Oh my goodness... there's even a refrigerator." Zhu Yu exclaimed, "It's like a five-star ward. The hospital run by Mr. Song's family is really extraordinary!"

Wen Qing smiled and said nothing. She turned her head to glance at her aunt and saw that she was also blushing and silent. Suddenly, she felt that there seemed to be something between her aunt and Gu Huaiyuan.

After a while, the wontons were cooked. Jiang Xueming and Zhu Yu each had a bowl and ate with great relish.

"Wen Qing, your cooking skills are good enough to open a shop." Jiang Xueming put down the spoon and said with emotion, "When Zhao Jin moves into his new house in a few days, you can show off your skills and let everyone enjoy a feast. How about that?"

"As long as you like it." Wen Qing smiled and stood up to clean the dishes, but Zhu Yu snatched them away.

"Sit down and take a rest. The corners of your mouth are all broken. You may be suffering from inflammation."

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, her fingers gently stroked the corner of her mouth, and her face became warm.

Last night, that man cornered her and ravaged her, and her lips were sucked red and swollen. After crying last night, she looked in the mirror and was shocked. She quickly took a bottle of cold water from the small refrigerator and applied it on her lips.

This morning, her lips were finally no longer swollen, but the wound at the corner of her mouth was exposed again. It hurt so much when touched that she grimaced in pain and didn't even dare to eat more breakfast.

"Qing'er, drink more water." Zhou Wen leaned against the bed and said weakly, "It's all because of me that you are dragged down..."

Wen Qing came back to her senses, pursed her lips and smiled: "It's okay, it will be fine in a few days."

Zhou Wen looked at the corner of Wen Qing's mouth for a long while, then murmured, "Qing'er, did anyone come here last night?"

"No." Wen Qing lied calmly, "Did you hear someone coming?"

Zhou Wen glanced at her, shook her head and said, "I seemed to hear you go out and come back after a long time."

Wen Qing breathed a sigh of relief and said softly, "I called my senior sisters." After that, she and Zhu Yu and the others moved the packed luggage into the car.

Zhu Yu was very curious about the limited edition suitcases with old flowers sent by housekeeper Yu. The trunk of her car was not very big, but the suitcases were stuffed in a mess.

Zhu Yu jumped into the driver's seat, called Wen Qing to get in the car, and told Jiang Xueming to move the luggage from the ward to the lobby on the first floor and wait for her to come back to transport it. Then he started the car and drove towards the residential area where Wen Qing rented a house.

Along the way, Zhu Yu couldn't help asking about the origin of the big suitcase, and his words showed his pity and worry for Zhou Wen.

"Your aunt is used to the life of luxury in the Song family. I wonder if she can stand the life of an ordinary person. Apart from other things, those limited edition large suitcases are like a swan falling into a mud puddle in this community. It's like being in trouble."

Wen Qing smiled when she heard this: "When I was in North City, I always heard grandma say, 'There is no hardship that people cannot endure.' The situation is stronger than people, and she will have to adapt to the new environment sooner or later."

Zhu Yu glanced at her and said, "I advise you to be mentally prepared. If she can't adapt, you should have a plan."

Wen Qing said "hmm" and said nothing more.

After a while, Zhu Yu drove to the destination, got out of the car, and looked around. Unlike Wen Qing, this was Zhu Yu's first time here, and everything he saw was new to him.

"The place you picked is pretty good." Zhu Yu said with a smile, "Although the house is old, it is not high and the distance between the buildings is large. The lighting is much better than that of the newly built residential areas."

Wen Qing smiled and said, "Not only is the lighting here good, but most of the people living here are retired teachers. There is also a community nursing home in the community. I've been there and there are some rehabilitation equipment there. It should be quite suitable for my aunt."

Zhu Yu nodded, opened the trunk, patted the big suitcases, and said jokingly: "Get out of the car and take a look at your new home!"