diskusbooks Chapter 96 Where Did This Little Fairy Come From?
Chapter 96 Where Did This Little Fairy Come From?
Song Yunyan quickly searched his memory.
The Su family's troubles likely occurred during Su Qingyao's high school years, around the time her father went bankrupt and committed suicide, and her mother became a vegetable.
At that time... he was having a great time abroad, how could he possibly have the mind to care about her family's affairs?
I've heard my parents mention it a couple of times, but I haven't taken it to heart. What can I do to help her?
In the phone call when he returned to China, she also mentioned something about a "YY WeChat account"... He had no recollection of it at all.
Did she mistake someone for someone else?
Did she see him as someone who had genuinely helped her during her difficult times?
The thought flashed through Song Yunyan's mind like lightning.
Looking at the genuine gratitude and earnestness on Su Qingyao's face, countless thoughts raced through his mind in an instant.
If it really was a mistake... then this misunderstanding is quite interesting.
It was a godsend, the perfect excuse and emotional bond to get close to her.
This wasn't something he falsely claimed; it was something she herself "determined."
In the blink of an eye, Song Yunyan had made his decision.
He maintained a gentle yet slightly bitter smile on his face, gently shook his head, and spoke in a humble tone, even a little embarrassed.
"It was nothing, Qingyao, you really don't need to take it to heart. Besides... I haven't done anything particularly noteworthy that you should remember."
His words were ambiguous, neither confirming nor denying, making it easier for people to interpret as him being modest.
As expected, Su Qingyao's expression became even more serious upon hearing this.
She looked at him, her tone resolute.
"It may be just a small favor to you, something insignificant. But to me, it was one of the few warm ray of light in the long darkness since the tragedy that happened to my family."
Her gaze was distant, as if she were lost in memories.
"I was really desperate back then... If it weren't for your encouragement and support, Brother Yunyan, I probably... wouldn't have made it through."
Song Yunyan frowned at the opportune moment, his face revealing a complex expression, as if he were truly recalling a distant past event.
But in the end he said nothing, only sighed softly, looked at her gently, and whispered.
"It's all in the past, Qingyao. You're doing well now, and that's enough."
He perfectly portrayed the image of an old acquaintance who "does good deeds without expecting anything in return," gentle yet bearing injuries.
Deep down, however, he had already accepted the credit for the unknown "stand-in" without any hesitation or hesitation.
This misunderstanding is absolutely wonderful.
The last trace of resentment in Su Qingyao's heart quietly dissipated.
"Indeed, everything is fine now, but... thank you so much, Brother Yunyan, I will always remember your companionship and support."
Her tone was sincere, and she seemed relieved.
Song Yunyan waved his hand, his smile unchanged, but instead carrying a hint of brotherly reproach.
"Alright, alright, don't be so polite. If we keep being so polite, we'll really become strangers."
He naturally steered the relationship back to a safe and intimate distance, reaching for his phone on the bedside table with his uninjured left hand.
"By the way, Qingyao, please write down my new phone number. The old one probably really had bad signal. This number is a new one I got after returning to China, so it should be fine. It'll be easier for us to contact each other by phone if anything comes up in the future."
Without thinking much, Su Qingyao took out her phone, wrote down the number he gave her, and saved it.
"I saw you were holding a feeding bag from the hospital earlier."
Song Yunyan brought it up casually, his tone considerate.
"Is this for Aunt Su? Go back quickly, don't waste time. I'm fine, I can manage on my own."
His words of asking people to leave showed his concern for Su's mother, while also making himself appear very considerate and not at all entangled.
Su Qingyao's concerns from their first two meetings were completely dispelled by his tactful words and actions.
She even felt a little ashamed, wondering if she was being too sensitive and overthinking things.
This is the Yunyan brother she remembers from when she was little, the one who would give her candy, make her laugh, and clumsily comfort her when she cried.
Warm, kind, and always considerate of others.
Her smile softened and she nodded.
"Okay, I'll go see my mom now. Yunyan, you get some rest. Call me anytime if you need anything. I'll come visit you often when I have time."
She meant it sincerely when she made that last promise.
"Okay, go ahead, be careful on the road."
Song Yunyan nodded with a smile and watched her leave the ward.
Only after Su Qingyao disappeared outside the door and the sound of her footsteps faded into the distance did the smile on Song Yunyan's face slowly disappear.
He leaned against the hospital bed, his pale face displaying a cold calm against the backdrop of the darkening daylight outside the window.
Deep within his eyes, a mixture of calculation, smugness, and a barely concealed excitement gleamed.
The plan went even more smoothly than expected.
She not only dispelled her doubts but also felt grateful to him, and took the initiative to promise to visit him often.
It seems that this month in the hospital won't be too boring.
The sky outside the window had completely darkened.
The lights were off in the ward, casting shadows over half of his face, making it difficult to see clearly.
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After leaving Building B, Su Qingyao walked briskly back to her mother's ward.
She touched the warm liquid food in her bag, thinking about the upcoming celebratory dinner and Wen Yu, her heart filled with warm anticipation.
Holding the bag of liquid food for her mother, Su Qingyao returned briskly to her mother's ward in Building A.
Pushing open the door, the scene that greeted her made her pause slightly.
Immediately, a warm and sweet feeling spread from the bottom of my heart.
The small round table in the ward was now completely filled with food.
The dishes were all exquisite and delicious, and there were even a few cute snacks shaped like small animals, which showed that a lot of thought had been put into them.
The dishes were dazzling, appealing in color, aroma, and taste, and without exception, they were all her favorite flavors.
Aunt Zhou was adjusting the tableware with a smile when she saw her come in and greeted her with a smile.
"Yaoyao's back? Mr. Wen arranged for this to be delivered; he said it's to celebrate Yaoyao winning a big prize! Look how sumptuous it is!"
Su Qingyao's eyes curved into crescent moons.
Wen Yu is always like this; he doesn't say it, but he arranges everything perfectly and meticulously.
She walked to the table, took out her phone, and took a picture of the delicious food on the table.
Under the warm yellow light, the food looked especially tempting.
She opened the pinned chat box, sent the photo, and added a smug little emoji.
My darling wife: "Ta-da! All the food is here! It looks incredibly delicious!"
My darling wife: "Where's Yuyu? Did some little devil trip him up?" / Cat hands on hips questioningly.
The very next second after the message was successfully sent.
"It's here."
A deep, familiar voice, tinged with languor and a hint of mockery, suddenly rang out from behind her.
Su Qingyao was startled and turned around abruptly.
Wen Yu appeared at the door of the ward at some point.
He leaned against the door frame, arms crossed, looking at her with a half-smile.
The evening light slanted in through the corridor window, outlining a soft halo around him.
He tilted his head slightly, a look of doting pleasure on his lips.
"Her husband is waiting here to celebrate his champion wife's victory."
He looked at her, his voice lowered.
"What little vixen came from, slandering me?"