Chapter 242: Chapter 242: Can You Do Me a Favor?
Later, Song Song was coerced by someone to call out "Big Brother" several times until it nearly melted his bones before he let her go!
Some men, once they become mean, are truly unparalleled, embodying the quintessential villain image!
After Song Song finished wiping the man’s back, the wound was clearly visible. Although it wasn’t deep, it still needed disinfecting. "Uncle... there’s no antiseptic here. I’ll take you to the hospital when it gets light."
"..."
The man stayed silent, as if he was asleep.
But Song Song knew he wasn’t; he was just deliberately ignoring her.
"Uncle—"
She called out again, but the man still ignored her.
Song Song secretly rolled her eyes, "Uncle, this is a bit childish, isn’t it? Could you not do this?"
He was ignoring her just because she hadn’t obediently called him "Big Brother."
"Hmph! Suit yourself... You’re the one in pain, not me!"
Song Song looked like she was about to give up, turning around to leave, but halted when she saw the pitch darkness outside.
She was afraid of the dark, very, very afraid.
"It hurts—"
At this moment, the man suddenly exclaimed.
Upon hearing this, Song Song was immediately extremely anxious, rushing over without a care for her earlier harsh words, "Where does it hurt? Where does it hurt? I said there might be internal injuries, what should we do?"
"I’ll go call Di Wujiang and the others to take you to the hospital right now, this can’t be postponed..."
Seeing her so worried, Xiao Jinghuai couldn’t help but laugh, reaching out his large hand to grab her soft little hand, "Be good and call me Big Brother, and I guarantee I’ll live to 120, huh?"
"...You’re teasing me again!"
Song Song immediately caught on, pulling her hand away. Perhaps she was too angry, and used a bit too much force, catching someone off guard and indeed aggravating the wound on his back—
Xiao Jinghuai let out a dull groan of pain. Song Song thought he was faking again, crossed her arms, and decided to ignore him!
"Little thing, this time it’s real!"
Xiao Jinghuai lowered himself, showing a needy, baby-like demeanor before her, "Making you call me Big Brother is really tough."
Song Song couldn’t bear it in the end, "I... I called you that a lot earlier, didn’t I?"
She said it so many times that she felt thirsty. She really didn’t understand why he preferred "Big Brother" over "Uncle" or "Mister"—
Clearly, calling him "Uncle" or "Mister" sounded cuter!
Xiao Jinghuai squinted, "Call it a few more times and you’ll get used to it."
"No!"
Song Song stubbornly refused; she inexplicably felt that calling him Big Brother sounded particularly... pretentious.
Not long after, Xiao Jinghuai, being too exhausted, fell into a deep sleep.
Song Song quietly walked over. Seeing him asleep, he not only lost the sternness he had when awake, but there was even a sense that made him approachable—
He looked quite amusing, so Song Song couldn’t resist reaching out to play with his curly eyelashes.
"I wonder what would happen if I drew a big tortoise on his face?"
"..."
Uh, forget it. It would be terrible if he suddenly woke up halfway through the drawing, wouldn’t it?
...
The next day, when Xiao Jinghuai suddenly walked out of the room, Di Wujiang, Xing Quan, and the others were all taken aback.
Especially Xing Quan, who was so surprised he nearly wanted to hug his leg, "President Xiao, you’re back, safe and sound, that’s really great."
Xiao Jinghuai nodded calmly, then looked towards Di Wujiang, "Sorry for making Mr. Di worry!"
"Ha! I’m not concerned, but your woman was truly frantic..."
Saying this, Di Wujiang glanced at the door behind Xiao Jinghuai, "Didn’t tire her out too much last night, did you?"
Xing Quan was speechless! She’s still just a baby; don’t say such suggestive things, okay?
Xiao Jinghuai’s eyes deepened slightly, smiling, "She was indeed tired last night."
He then continued, "Mr. Di, I want to ask you for a favor."