Chapter 329: Chapter 329: A Chance Encounter
Xiao Jinghuai pondered for a moment and calmly said, "Alright, then we’ll go see Mr. Di the day after tomorrow."
Qiao Yu’s heart blossomed instantly, but she remained calm and replied, "Mm, okay."
Xiao Jiuru watched all this, a thin chill at the corner of his mouth; this woman really seizes any opportunity, acting as if he, her ally, doesn’t exist at all.
After Xiao Jinghuai left, Qiao Yu intentionally glanced at Song Song, seeing her enjoying her meal without seeming to have noticed anything, and a faint smile stirred in her heart.
This was just the beginning.
Actually, Song Song wasn’t entirely unaffected, but she tried to hide it by eating.
Previously, she didn’t think amnesia was a problem; after all, she could still eat and drink, but now it felt different. Whether for herself or for him, her post-amnesia self seemed incomplete.
If she hadn’t lost her memory, she would know how to cook, and she would also know what that scar was about.
And she might also guess where his inexplicable anger came from...
So, she must find a way to recover her memory quickly; it was urgent.
After breakfast, she planned to go to the hospital to see a specialist again. The doctors at Hong Kong City Hospital might not help, but that didn’t mean the doctors here couldn’t.
Yes, that’s decided.
As breakfast was nearing its end, Qiao Yu walked over to Song Song and asked with a smile, "Song Song, you shouldn’t be mad at me, right?"
"Uh, why should I be mad at you?"
Song Song was puzzled by the question.
Qiao Yu said while clearing the dishes, "Because I proactively helped Brother Jinghuai! After all, if you remembered, it wouldn’t have been my place to intervene, so I hope you won’t misunderstand. I just... simply wanted to help."
Song Song found the explanation to be somewhat suspicious; she hadn’t thought much of it initially, but now it seemed odd.
Since her family was also vying for that cooperation, why would she help Xiao Jinghuai?
Could it be because she was now Xiao Jiuru’s fiancée?
Qiao Yu was a bit nervous under Song Song’s gaze, "What is it? Is there something wrong?"
"Oh, nothing, just that you handle things well. Compared to you, I really know nothing..."
Song Song knew her emotional intelligence wasn’t great, and seeing Qiao Yu only intensified this feeling.
But this trait seemed innate, and she was powerless.
Qiao Yu consoled with a smile, "Actually, you just need to pay a little attention usually, you don’t really know how to do anything now? Even the simplest home-cooked dishes, you should be able to, right?"
Song Song felt a pang of sadness and shook her head, "No, I’ve forgotten it all."
Qiao Yu laughed and said, "If you want to learn, I can teach you! Grandpa Xiao seems to really enjoy Chinese food; you could cook for him, and he’d surely be delighted."
"...Mm, okay, thank you! By the way, I need to go out for a bit now."
Song Song pointed at the table, "I’m sorry to trouble you with these; thank you for the breakfast."
Growing up, Qiao Yu had never served anyone, making her very uncomfortable inside at this moment, but she still kept a bright smile and said, "Of course, go on with your business, I’ll clean up here."
"Mm—"
Song Song nodded and got up to leave for the hospital.
...
At the hospital, Song Song encountered Jiang Yixiu; she didn’t recognize him now.
Therefore, when he approached to chat, she felt it was unfathomable.
Jiang Yixiu knitted his brows slightly, "Old Xiao said you lost your memory, didn’t expect it was true, you don’t even recognize me."
"You are...?"
Song Song looked at the man clad in a white coat yet unfamiliar as a doctor, "Did we know each other before?"
Jiang Yixiu flashed a toothy smile, "Of course we know each other, and we were quite close! Why did you come to the hospital today?"
"...I wanted to see a specialist; as a doctor here, can you help me make an appointment? I guess my situation falls under neurology, right?"
Jiang Yixiu furrowed his brows, "In your case, it won’t help much, you can only go with the flow. Some recover quickly; some take decades."
"So you should just go home!"
"Hey! Aren’t we friends? You just chase me away like this?"
Song Song said a bit discontentedly.
Jiang Yixiu originally didn’t want to bring up the matter, "Ha! You know we’re friends, did you ever regard me as one? Why did you not mention such a big issue before?"
"Song Song, I believe you had your reasons, unspeakable issues, but... sometimes intentionally concealing is also a form of deceit!"
Song Song didn’t understand why he said that, "I, what did I intentionally conceal?"
"Doctor Jiang! There’s an emergency patient in critical condition, please come with me quickly—"
A young nurse hurriedly ran over to say.
Jiang Yixiu looked at Song Song, "I don’t have time to talk now, we’ll be in touch later."
Song Song felt truly blocked in her heart, "What’s this, do they all come to bully me just because I lost my memory? Who have I offended?"
Later Song Song went to internal medicine, and the doctor sent her for an MRI, waited for it, and after finishing and showing the report to the doctor, it was already two or three in the afternoon.
Originally thought the specialist would provide substantive advice, unexpectedly it was all worthless talk, basically saying to just observe and let it happen naturally, with regular check-ups.
After leaving the hospital, Song Song didn’t return immediately but walked alone on the street, ready to sort through the events of the past few days.
Suddenly, she heard a car horn blaring behind her, causing Song Song to turn in confusion. A car pulled over and turned off, and Xiao Jiuru stepped out dressed casually.
"Why are you here?"
"Uh, I went to the hospital, just about to go back, what about Uncle?"
Xiao Jiuru chuckled, "I went to the studio, also about to head back, let’s go! I’ll give you a ride."
Song Song suddenly recalled someone’s warning not to be with...
But why?
Xiao Jiuru wasn’t his elder, was he?
They were husband and wife, naturally making him her elder too, upright and decent; she didn’t need to fear.
"Mm, okay, thank you, Uncle!"
Compared to Xiao Jinghuai’s vehicle, Xiao Jiuru’s ride seemed much more civilian-like; Song Song felt inexplicably comfortable inside...
"Song Song, what’s your contact information? Let me save it."
Xiao Jiuru took out his phone and suddenly asked.
Song Song paused, "I... my phone fell in the water, so I don’t have contact info for now, haven’t had a chance to get it sorted."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Jiuru glanced at the time on his wristwatch and said, "The time is still early, why don’t I take you to buy a phone first, then visit the office?"
"How can you not have a phone now? Even if you don’t need to contact others, you play games, listen to music, watch movies..."
Song Song thought the men of the wealthy families were like Xiao Jinghuai, neither approachable nor talkative, not understanding the joys of life, unexpectedly there were exceptions.
Suddenly curious, she asked, "Uncle, you look about his age! But how come your generations differ so greatly?"