Chapter 621: Chapter 621: Her Origins (Part 1)

Suddenly, a large hand tightly grasped her small hand.

She looked up and gazed at Lu Jihan beside her.

Immediately, she was embraced by Lu Jihan, who gently patted her back and said, "Don’t take it to heart. Let them say what they want; just ignore it."

"Mm."

She nodded, hugging the man’s strong waist in return.

After her mother passed away, she felt she had no place in the Song Family, and the relatives there were like strangers to her, with no emotional connection.

What they said indeed didn’t concern her.

She only did what she believed was right.

After the funeral ended, Song Yinyin walked out of the funeral hall to be met with an extremely cold chill; even in a thick down jacket, she couldn’t help but shiver.

Lu Jihan reached out a large hand, held her, and pulled her inwards.

Song Yinyin sniffed, looked up at him, and said, "Thank you for today."

He not only helped arrange everything but also stayed by her side without leaving, offering her comfort whenever needed, making her heart warm and steady.

Even in such an oppressive atmosphere, she could get through it calmly and firmly.

"Fool, we are husband and wife."

He merely replied with this simple sentence.

Song Yinyin felt a warmth inside, couldn’t help but sniffle, and hugged Lu Jihan again.

Finally, she looked up at him and asked, "Can you accompany me somewhere else?"

As if already guessing her thoughts, Lu Jihan faintly smiled and asked, "To visit Song Huaizhong in the hospital?"

"Mm." Song Yinyin nodded.

He put her small hand into his pocket. "Let’s go."

Lu Jihan drove, taking Song Yinyin to the hospital where Song Huaizhong was admitted.

Song Huaizhong had just been moved from the emergency room to a private ward and hadn’t woken up yet. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Tubes were crisscrossed over his body as he lay quietly asleep on the hospital bed, his face devoid of color.

Song Yinyin stood dazedly by the bedside, staring at Song Huaizhong’s face, shocked to find gray hair at his temples that she hadn’t noticed before.

And his face had grown thinner, haggard, apparently looking at least ten years older than before...

In Song Yinyin’s mind, he had always been spirited and full of energy, speaking with a robust voice.

Yet in just a month, had he aged so much?

She once hated Song Huaizhong, but now, she found herself feeling a bit sorry for him.

Song Yinyin pressed her lips firmly and forced a smile before softly saying, "Dad..."

Song Huaizhong’s eyelids fluttered and slowly opened. At first, there seemed to be no focus, but soon he noticed Song Yinyin and struggled to open his mouth.

But he couldn’t speak, his voice terribly hoarse, so he could only open his mouth, gasp for air, and eventually give up trying to talk.

His eyes were anxious as he looked at Song Yinyin, wanting to reach out and grab her, but he didn’t even have the strength for that.

Perhaps understanding what he wanted, Song Yinyin spoke slowly, "Don’t worry, I’ve taken care of Song Anqi’s funeral, and I chose the best cemetery plot for her in the funeral home."

She paused, then raised her eyelids to look at Song Huaizhong and said, "You’ve just had surgery; please restrain your grief and take good care of yourself so that you can take care of Aunt Lan in the future."

Giving Song Huaizhong one last look, Song Yinyin took a deep breath and turned to leave.

But, her wrist was suddenly gripped by something cold.

Looking down, Song Yinyin saw it was Song Huaizhong’s emaciated hand, tightly grasping her wrist.