Announced divorce, madly criticized Ling Shaochang for kneeling down

"Son, Mom and your Aunt Zhu are out playing cards. You can handle your discharge from the hospital on your own."

Song Yanzhi held the phone, looking at his leg, which still needed to be supported by a crutch, and the clothes that needed to be packed in the ward, with great doubt in his mind. He asked again in disbelief, "Mom, I'm a patient now, and you don't care about me anymore? Can you at least send a driver to pick me up?"

"Oh, how could I not care about you?" He Jinxiu said with a smile on the other end of the phone, "Didn't Lanlan go to pick you up? I'm relieved that Lanlan is there."

Hearing this, Song Yanzhi looked at Song Xilan, who had been standing in front of her and staring at him with a smile while he was talking on the phone, and hung up the phone helplessly.

It's obvious that this was intentional by the two elders, but...

He took a look at the ward and saw that there were a lot of things in it. It was impossible for her to clean it all by herself.

Besides, she is a rich lady and has never done this kind of work.

"I'll call the nurse to clean up." As he was about to make a phone call, Song Xilan snatched the phone away and hung up.

"Why do you need to call a nurse? I can help you clean up." Song Xilan patted his chest and said confidently, "Sit here, I'll help you pack your clothes, and then we'll go through the discharge procedures."

Seeing that she was about to roll up her sleeves and start working, Song Yanzhi quickly stopped her and said, "Miss, I'll do it myself. You are not suitable for such rough work."

Being held by his arm, Song Xilan turned and looked at him with a smile, his eyes moving to his hand, "Song Yanzhi, you held my hand!"

Hearing this, Song Yanzhi quickly let go of his hand, "I didn't!"

"You clearly held my hand just now!" Song Xilan's eyes curved like crescent moons, "Is this holding hands?"

When Song Yan heard this, his eyes widened, "I just pulled your arm, that doesn't count as holding hands."

"This doesn't count as holding hands..." Song Xilan rolled her eyes and smiled playfully, "Then how about holding hands next time?"

"......" Song Yanzhi quickly shrank back. What was the eldest lady doing?

"I'm not going to tease you anymore. I'll pack your things for you, complete the discharge procedures, and send you home." Song Xilan said as she walked towards the closet, "Song Yanzhi, look how lucky you are. You're the first man who asked me to pack his clothes."

"Yes, yes, thank you for your hard work, Miss. I will remember your kindness in my heart. After I am discharged from the hospital, I will definitely treat Miss Song to a meal—" Before he finished speaking, he suddenly saw Song Xilan's hand opening the drawer in the cabinet and hurriedly shouted, "Wait a minute!"

The moment he shouted, Song Xilan had already opened the drawer and taken out the clothes inside.

"Wait what?" she asked, turning around in confusion. Just as she was about to put away the clothes in her hands, she suddenly realized something was wrong.

She was holding a dark grey... boxer...

Song Xilan suddenly opened her eyes wide and stared at the clothes in her hands, and her fair face turned red.

Song Yanzhi hurried over with his crutches, quickly took the clothes from her hand and threw them into the drawer, closing it. He did it in one go, and his ears turned red.

Song Xilan blushed and yelled, "Song Yanzhi, you're a pervert!"

"I, I'm a pervert?" Song Yanzhi asked innocently, "How am I perverted?"

His underwear was just fine in the drawer, so how could it be considered abnormal?

Song Xilan quickly covered her burning face, she was so embarrassed!

She actually took his...underwear!

Song Yanzhi saw that her fair face was flushed, her earlobes were red, and his own ears were also burning.

This is the first time in my life that a girl has seen my underwear.

Seeing her rosy face, he thought she was quite cute.

It's rare to see Miss Song so shy.

He closed the wardrobe and cleared his throat awkwardly, "I'll put these clothes away myself."

"Then, I'll go clean up something else." Song Xilan said, covering her hot face and went to another room to clean up for him.

Song Yanzhi looked at her back as she ran away, and felt that his whole body was hot and sweating.

"hiss--"

Suddenly, a sound of gasps came from the next room, neither loud nor soft, just loud enough for Song Yanzhi to hear.

"what happened?"

He didn't even have time to take his crutch, and just hopped in on one foot, just in time to see Song Xilan lowering her head and covering her fingers, her little face wrinkled.

"What's wrong? Let me take a look." Song Yanzhi quickly grabbed her hand and noticed a small cut on her finger. His brows suddenly furrowed. "How did it happen?"

"It's okay." Song Xilan pointed to the edge of the table beside him, "It's just scratched."

"It's all broken, but you're okay?" Song Yanzhi said as he searched for the medicine box in the ward. "Don't do anything else. I'll have someone come and clean up these things. Just sit here and wait. I'll go get some Band-Aids."

Just as he was about to turn around, Song Xilan suddenly grabbed him and said with a smile, "Song Yanzhi, you were so anxious that you didn't even take your crutches and came here limping. Do you like me because you care about me so much?"

"I don't have it!" Song Yanzhi quickly denied it and hopped on one foot to get the medicine box in the cabinet.

The first aid kit contains basic supplies such as Band-Aids, iodine, and cotton swabs.

He pulled Song Xilan to sit down, gently disinfected the wound on her finger, and then carefully put on a Band-Aid.

Song Xilan stared at him seriously, her heart pounding.

His breath was so close to her fingers that she could feel his hot breath on her fingertips.

Song Xilan's face turned slightly red again, and somewhere in her heart she felt numb.

She stared at Song Yanzhi's gentle eyes and smiled, "Song Yanzhi, I checked. You are a Cancer and I am an Aries. Our zodiac signs are very compatible."

Song Yanzhi put a Band-Aid on her, closed the medicine box, and said with a smile, "Miss, I don't believe in horoscopes."

"Your birthday is June 22nd, and mine is March 22nd." Song Xilan said with a smile, "What a coincidence! We were both born on the 22nd."

"It's quite a coincidence." Song Yanzhi smiled and pointed downstairs, "But there are many people in this hospital who have the same birthday as us."

Hearing what he said, Song Xilan immediately stopped smiling and stared at him with round eyes, "Song Yanzhi, you really don't understand romance!"

Song Yanzhi refused to use any of the tricks she learned online.

She suddenly lost her temper. Perhaps Song Yanzhi would never like her. No matter how actively she pursued him, he would never fall in love with her.

Seeing her eyes suddenly dim, Song Yanzhi hurriedly asked, "Why are you unhappy?"

She stood up and curled her lips, "I'll go and get you discharged."