NOVPUBChapter 638: 638, if you dare to provoke her, you must pay the price
Chapter 638: 638, if you dare to provoke her, you must pay the price
Shi Yuhuan simply laid down next to her until his phone rang. He gently released Song Qinghuan, stood up, and answered the call.
“How’s the investigation?” he asked.
The man at the other end of the phone was Xia Yang, who let out a scornful chuckle, “Boss, as you predicted, she’s indeed a spiteful woman. Poor lady.
Shi Yuhuan glanced at the sleeping Song Qinghuan on the hospital bed and said indifferently, “Find a child who can act, around three years old.”
Xia Yang was startled. “A child who can act?” he asked.
“Hmm,” Shi Yuhuan simply responded—affirming his request again.
Xia Yang was thoroughly puzzled, but he didn’t ask why; he just nodded, “Okay.”
“Let me know once you find one,” Shi Yuhuan ordered coldly before hanging up.
He sat down beside the bed, looking affectionately at the sleeping Song Qinghuan and gently stroking her hair.
In his mind, he promised: Trust me, everything will be fine. I guarantee.
Han Qianqian might have tried to use him, but he could overlook that for Annuo’s sake.
But if Han Qianqian ever messes with her, that would cross his line.
Aside from appearing indifferent to her due to their parents’ murder case, and using distancing to protect her, he would never allow anyone or anything to hurt her.
Anyone who dared to provoke her would have to pay.
In the afternoon, Aunt He brought some homemade soup to the hospital. Song Qinghuan glanced at the ingredients used—they were all very nutritious.
It seemed too rich for her taste and she didn’t want to drink it.
Therefore, she looked at Shi Yuhuan and saw his hopeful gaze. After contemplating for a moment, she blew on the hot soup and began to sip it slowly.
It didn’t taste as bad as she imagined. Sometimes, what you eat and do really depends on the person and the mood.
After finishing the soup, Shi Yuhuan sat on the edge of the bed, held her close, and said, “Sleep. Rest well; we’ll probably be busy tonight.”
Song Qinghuan looked at him, “Busy with what?”
Shi Yuhuan only gave her a mysterious smile and said nothing.
That night, he got her out of bed, asked her to change clothes, and took her out with a mix of toughness and tenderness.
As they sat in the car, Song Qinghuan looked at Shi Yuhuan, puzzled, “Where are you taking me?”
Spring seemed almost over, but the cold was still lingering. However, Song Qinghuan was in a good mood.
“Aren’t you cold? Put the scarf back on,” Shi Yuhuan demanded, le adorning her with it.
“Who do you see wearing such a thick scarf at this time? And we’re in the car, isn’t there a heater? I don’t want to wear it.” Song Qinghuan took off the scarf and pushed it aside.
Shi Yuhuan took it back and gently yet authoritatively draped it around her neck again, “You’re pregnant. It’s different. No matter the season, you must wear more clothes if you feel cold. Even if you’re inside the car, the heating takes a while to spread. What if you catch a cold? Do you realize what the consequences might be? Pregnant people cannot take cold medicine. You’re an adult, but you sometimes act like a child.”
Listening to his endless chatter, Song Qinghuan was stunned.
This nagging version of Shi Yuhuan was hugely different from the usual Shi Yuhuan she knew.
