Just met you: This guy is a bit warm

Song Shiye shook the little hand in his hand vigorously, then looked at Xia Hongsheng: "Uncle Xia, what are the chances of the operation being successful?"

Song Shiye asked Su Ruonan the question that she cared about most, and Su Ruonan looked at Song Shiye gratefully.

For a moment, everyone's eyes turned to Xia Hongsheng.

Xia Hongsheng pushed his glasses up on his nose and said cautiously, "Fifty percent at most."

Su Ruonan's heart sank and her body went limp in an instant. Fifty percent probability was not high, but surgery was the only way at the moment. Without surgery, there would be no chance of survival.

Coming out of the office, Ouyang Fan noticed that Su Ruonan was in a low mood, so he comforted her, "Sister-in-law, my uncle is one of the most authoritative experts in cardiology in the country. Don't worry, I believe grandma will be able to get through this difficult time."

Su Ruonan glanced at Ouyang Fan gratefully. She knew he was trying to reassure her. Although she was filled with worry and uneasiness, she still managed to force a smile to express her gratitude.

"Wife, Ouyang Fan is right. Grandma will be fine. We must also believe in grandma. She will definitely get through this difficult time." Song Shiye said slowly, his eyes calm, which made people couldn't help but believe him.

Su Ruonan knew that she had been depressed these days because her grandmother was ill. It was Song Shiye who had always taken care of her and shared her emotions. If it weren't for him, she would have collapsed long ago.

Afraid that Song Shiye would worry, Su Ruonan forced a tug at her lips and smiled, "Well, grandma has been doing good deeds all her life, she will be fine."

After returning to the ward, Su Ruonan stayed by her grandmother's bed, staring at the frail old woman on the bed without blinking, fearing that her grandmother would disappear in the blink of an eye.

She held her grandmother's hand tightly, as if this could give her strength and warmth. Except for going to the toilet, Su Ruonan hardly left her side.

Even though Song Shiye had hired two caregivers to take care of his grandmother 24 hours a day, Su Ruonan still took care of her grandmother herself.

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After getting the money, Su Dayong and Wang Xiazhi bought the nearest flight back to Beijing.

As soon as he arrived in Beijing, Su Dayong said that there was an urgent matter at the company and he had to go back before he even got home.

Although Wang Xiazhi was also anxious to share the one million with her husband, after all, her good sister had called her to urge repayment. Obviously, she could not tell the truth. Wang Xiazhi had not figured out how to talk to her husband. Her husband did not suspect anything and was willing to give her the money.

Wang Xiazhi needed to think it over in her mind, so as usual, she went home alone.

When I got home, there was no one at home. I didn't know where my son Su Jiawang, who was supposed to be home for vacation, had gone.

Wang Xiazhi was worried about her son, so she called Su Jiawang.

He called once, but no one answered. Wang Xiazhi frowned and called again. The phone rang for a long time, and just before he was about to hang up, the call was finally connected.

"Hello, who is this?" Su Jiawang's drunken voice came vaguely.

As soon as Wang Xiazhi heard it, she knew that her son had gone to the bar again. The injuries from the last beating had not healed yet, and he went out to drink again, in broad daylight. Wang Xiazhi was not angry about her son going to drink, but she was angry that her son went to drink with injuries and did not take care of his body.

She only has this one precious son!

In Wang Xiazhi's eyes, her husband is important, but her son is everything to her. From the moment Su Jiawang was born, he has been the apple of her eye.

"Son, your injuries haven't healed yet, why are you drinking again?" Wang Xiazhi said in a caring but reproachful tone.

Su Jiawang is a spoiled child. He is used to being pampered and has no respect for his parents.

If he was still a little afraid of his father, he was not afraid of his mother at all.

So when Su Jiawang heard his mother's scolding, not only did he not feel any remorse, but he yelled angrily: "It's just a minor injury, what's wrong with drinking a little wine? It won't kill anyone!"

Su Jiawang was completely drunk at this moment. Under the catalysis of alcohol, the resentment that he usually suppressed in his heart burst out without restraint. "Stop controlling me all day long. It's annoying! I'm not a child anymore. I'm almost twenty years old and an adult. Can't you give me some space and freedom?"

As he spoke, he burped, his tone full of complaints: "Don't hang around me all day. You have so much free time. You might as well spend more time dressing yourself up. Look at you now, you look like a yellow-faced woman. Maybe one day my dad will find a young and beautiful mistress outside and abandon you!"

"I'll hang up if there's nothing else." Su Jiawang said, and without waiting for his mother to speak, he hung up the phone with a beep.

Wang Xiazhi's heart trembled. She never dreamed that her son, whom she held in her mouth for fear that he would melt, would say such hurtful words to her.

But after all, it was her own hands that raised her son, this son who allowed her to hold her head up high in the Su family. Wang Xiazhi still had the spirit of Ah Q to make amends for her son.

These words were not what my son really said. He must have drunk too much and was not in a clear mind, so he was just talking nonsense after drinking.

Thinking of this, Wang Xiazhi's expression eased a little.

I remembered that the clothes that should have been washed long ago were delayed because I went to Suzhou, and the clothes are still in the laundry basket without being washed.

Wang Xiazhi casually placed her cell phone on the coffee table in the living room and turned to go to the laundry room.

In just one day, the laundry basket was already filled with dirty clothes, all of which were her son's underwear, smelly socks, and her husband's, piled together haphazardly.

Wang Xiazhi was already used to her son and husband's careless behavior of throwing things away, so she took the dirty clothes out of the hamper one by one and sorted them out.

Wang Xiazhi was holding her husband's white shirt in her hand and was about to throw it into the washing machine to wash it together with her son's white clothes. As a result, a red mark on the collar was clearly imprinted in front of her eyes.

A woman's sixth sense told her that this was not a good thing, and Wang Xiazhi felt vaguely uneasy.

Wang Xiazhi folded up the collar of her clothes and took a closer look at it in brighter light. The red mark was actually a woman's lip print. The color of the lip print was very bright, but Wang Xiazhi did not have lipstick of that color.

Wang Xiazhi doesn't dress up at home. Her skin care products are not cheap, so she usually doesn't want to use them. She only dresses up beautifully when she goes out.

Wang Xiazhi tightly grasped the clothes in her hands, her eyes bloodshot: "You are so good, Su Dayong, you actually dared to betray me and find a mistress outside."