"Wuwuwu, Ming Jue ge, now you should know how much I care about you."
Di Ming Jue's eyes were calm. "Oh really? When did you become a panda blood type?"
Song Xinyi's breathing hitched, and the expression on her face instantly froze!
How could she forget that her blood type was not panda blood at all.
She opened her mouth, about to argue, when her leg was suddenly hit by a heavy object, making her wince in pain.
Song Xinyi turned her head and found that Qian Qian and Jiang Ziyu had appeared in the ward at some point.
Qian Qian's eyes were red and swollen, her breathing rapid, looking like a little girl who was furious.
Jiang Ziyu walked over and comforted the little one, "Sweetie, Mommy knows you want to stand up for Mommy, but this method is not right. Others' mistakes should be punished by others. What if you get sick from being angry?"
Qian Qian pouted, looking very wronged.
Jiang Ziyu was charmed by her cute appearance and couldn't help but pinch Qian Qian's little fleshy face.
"Don't be angry, sweetie, Mommy will teach the bad guy a lesson."
Jiang Ziyu raised her eyes, her sharp gaze fixed on Song Xinyi.
"Since Miss Song said you were the one who transfused blood for Di Ming Jue, then where is your wound? How many needles have you pricked and how many tubes of blood have you drawn all these days?"
Song Xinyi was stunned. "I..."
"Since you can't say, I'll answer. Di Ming Jue received blood transfusions five times. Three were from the neighboring city, and two were freshly drawn blood, a total of 600
"Grandma plans to hold a grand wedding for you and Ziyu in a while. The last wedding was too rushed, and our Di family owes Ziyu a lot."
"Also, when you are discharged, you and Ziyu should get your marriage certificate. You two are a match made in heaven, a perfect union."
"Grandma." Di Ming Jue interrupted coldly.
"I cannot get married so hastily. I am still looking for Qian Qian's birth mother. Compared to Jiang Ziyu, I owe more to Qian Qian's mother."
"Qian Qian is still young, and I want to give her the love and care of her biological parents, which cannot be replaced by just any woman."
Old Madam Di paused. "You've been looking for so many years with no news, why not give up early and cherish the person in front of you."
"Grandma, if you feel you owe Jiang Ziyu, there are many ways to compensate, such as giving her more money when she leaves..."
Before Di Ming Jue could finish speaking, he heard a sound of extreme grievance and whimpering.
Old Madam Di was startled, and when she turned back, she realized Qian Qian and Jiang Ziyu were in the room.
"Sorry Grandma, we didn't mean to eavesdrop. Qian Qian drew a picture and wanted to show you..."
However, since Jiang Ziyu had heard it, she should also express her attitude.
"Grandma, I don't care about the Di family's property, nor do I need a wedding ceremony or marriage certificate. After Di Ming Jue recovers completely, I will leave."
Hearing Jiang Ziyu say that she would leave too, Qian Qian cried even harder. She hugged Jiang Ziyu tightly, afraid she would disappear at any moment.
"Sweetie, Mommy promises you, I will never be separated from you."
Jiang Ziyu also felt bad; she was afraid of being separated from Qian Qian. As long as Qian Qian was willing, she would take Qian Qian with her.
If Di Ming Jue was unwilling to donate a kidney, she would find another way. This way, she could also keep custody of her two sons.
Perhaps realizing that Di Ming Jue was not friendly to Jiang Ziyu, Qian Qian disappointed him by dropping her drawing and taking Jiang Ziyu's hand as she left.
Old Madam Di sighed deeply. "I'm leaving too. Think carefully about what I just said."
As she passed the doorway, Old Madam Di picked up Qian Qian's drawing.
It was a scene of a family of four holding hands, sitting on the grass and watching the sunset...
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Late at night.
Jiang Ziyu coaxed Qian Qian to sleep and then went to the bridal chamber to take care of Di Ming Jue.
Di Ming Jue had some blood clots in his brain from the car accident. As long as the blood clots were dispersed with acupuncture, his vision would be restored.
Di Ming Jue leaned against the bed, listening to his assistant report on the financial situation of Di Jue Group in recent years.
His assistant, Shen Lin, saw Jiang Ziyu and wisely left.
"I'll give you acupuncture."
Jiang Ziyu spoke very calmly, as if she hadn't been affected by the day's events at all.
Di Ming Jue's carefully chosen words paused at his lips due to her indifferent attitude.
Forget it, he had always been ruthless, why bother with explanations.
Di Ming Jue lay down, feeling Jiang Ziyu's massage and acupuncture.
The flexible and powerful kneading relaxed Di Ming Jue's nerves.
As he drifted off to sleep, he smelled that familiar fragrance again, the same scent as the woman from six years ago.
Di Ming Jue slowly opened his eyes and saw a trace of light. By the bedside... sat a slender, young woman with a delicate, small face and features...