The Billionaire's New Wife in Chief-Chapter 751 - 216: Song Qiao, you just arrived and now you’re leaving, do you dislike me that much?

Song Qiao’s fingers by her side involuntarily clenched into fists as the feeling of discontent slowly rose within her, but she was helpless to do anything about it.

She laughed out of extreme anger and looked straight at Xi Mohan’s face, speaking in a tone neither cold nor warm, "To go to such lengths for your good brother, Xi Mohan, honestly, I have to admit defeat."

Xi Mohan remained calm and collected, his tall and erect stature simply standing there, his facial expression somewhat obscure under the light, "If you insist on understanding it that way, I can’t help you."

He has always been too lazy to explain, and he doesn’t like explaining the meaning behind his actions to others, let alone take the initiative to do so.

What others think is their business, not his own.

Song Qiao closed her eyes for a moment before raising her gaze to Xi Mohan, her lips curling into a cold smile, her tone filled with mockery, "Xi Mohan, by forcing me to stay here, when I can’t even take care of him, are you making me waste my time?"

Song Qiao’s opinion of Xi Mohan hit rock bottom, never expecting that this man would so stubbornly force her to stay for Lu Jingchen.

Due to an injury on her back, Song Qiao was wearing a loose-fitting knee-length dress that morning and didn’t carry a penny on her, nor did she have her cellphone; even her slippers seemed to have disappeared at some point.

When Xi Mohan told her to walk back by herself, it was clear he intended to keep her here against her will.

Glancing at the still-lit operating room, Xi Mohan didn’t say much more, just crisply stated, "When he wakes up, you’re definitely the first person he will want to see."

"He’s just been wheeled in for surgery; he can’t wake up that soon after it’s done." Song Qiao gritted her teeth, looking at him with a cold face.

"Mhm, so you’ll have to wait here for his surgery to finish."

Perhaps truly understanding his character, Song Qiao knew that saying anything more was pointless, feeling like she had a suffocating breath that she couldn’t exhale, which was quite unbearable.

Looking up indifferently at Zuo Yuqing, who stood there with a somewhat pale face watching the operating room door, Song Qiao couldn’t say she was in a good mood; it was terrible, to be exact.

Glancing at the position in the corridor, she randomly chose a spot relatively far from Xi Mohan and Zuo Yuqing and sat down; her once fair feet, having walked without shoes, were now somewhat dirty.

Song Qiao just took a faint glance at her feet and then leaned her head against the wall behind her, starting to close her eyes in resignation.

She was very tired and wished she could find a bed to sleep in right away; too many things had happened today, too much for her to bear or even fully digest.

The pain that came later was somewhat numbed, and she hadn’t told Xi Mohan about her injured back, knowing for sure that he was unaware of it.

Not many people knew about her back injury; aside from Lu Jingchen, there was only Yu Xia, not even the villa’s servants or Mama Chen.

The surgery lasted over two hours, and the lights above the door finally dimmed. Soon after, a doctor came out. Song Qiao, hearing the sound but without much movement, still stood up and slowly walked towards the door.

The first and most reactive one, naturally, was Zuo Yuqing, who had been nervously watching the operating room. As soon as she saw the doctor come out, she quickly approached and asked anxiously, "Doctor, how is he?"

The doctor glanced at Zuo Yuqing, and as a popular star, he naturally recognized her, but his emotions remained unchanged as he asked formally, "Are you the patient’s family member?"

Zuo Yuqing paused, her expression somewhat awkward, and after her lips moved slightly, she explained, "I am his friend."

The doctor nodded, but then looked at the few people in the corridor and asked, "Hasn’t the patient’s family arrived?"

As Lu Jingchen was injured, to avoid too much blood loss and to ensure timely treatment, he was sent to a nearby hospital, not one under the Xi Group. The doctor was a professor who had seen many important figures and naturally recognized the identities of Zuo Yuqing and Xi Mohan, but for him, there was no difference between them and the average person.

Xi Mohan frowned slightly and turned back to look at Song Qiao, who was slowly moving, his voice deep, "Song Qiao."