Luxury ward at the Song Family's private hospital.
"What did you say?! Song Yanqing suddenly woke up this morning and immediately applied for a private plane back to Shangjing? Didn't I tell you to keep him until tonight?!"
"What on earth is going on? I can't get through on the phone, and he's not replying to my messages. Is he trying to drive me crazy so he can inherit all this mess I'm dealing with?!"
In the Song Family's private hospital, Song Hengzhe stood in an empty ward, furious. He had long expected Song Yanqing to run away, and even delayed coming to see him until the evening.
The result was obvious: he really didn't see him. He assumed the other person left at night, so he didn't ask. And then? He called Song Yanqing to see how his injury was healing, but the call wouldn't go through and he didn't reply to messages.
When he asked, Lu Qingyun told him that Song Yanqing, that brat, left as soon as he woke up that morning, and in such a hurry that he didn't even have time to change the medicine on his wounds...
"Third Young Master, please don't be angry. The Old Master just called and asked you to bring the young master back to the old mansion tomorrow. He said he wants to introduce him to a young lady from a respectable family, and he should prepare himself..."
Lu Qingyun was too preoccupied with his anger to even feel sad; he was already filled with regret. Had he known he wouldn't be able to contact the young master, he wouldn't have helped him escape.
"Have all the news about that bastard Song Yanqing reached my grandfather?" Upon hearing Lu Qingyun's words, Song Hengzhe couldn't help but rub his forehead, feeling utterly overwhelmed.
An old-fashioned man like the grandfather must have been both anxious and angry when he learned that his most beloved grandson liked a man, not a woman.
Now that he's suddenly so eager for him to bring his younger brother back, it's probably not just about a blind date. It's very likely that this trip back, even if it's forced, will make him finalize the marriage...
"Probably..."
Lu Qingyun was also a little unsure, but since Song Yanqing had already been asked to find a young lady from a prominent family, it was probably about 80% of the time that it was about engagement.
So he hesitated for a moment and asked Song Hengzhe, "Third Young Master, should I take some men to fetch the young master back now?"
"..." Song Hengzhe remained silent for a long time, his lips twitching violently. "Are you sure it's an invitation and not a kidnapping?"
"Uh... first try reasoning with them and appealing to their emotions; if that doesn't work, then tie them up. That's what Madam taught us."
Lu Qingyun spoke frankly, and Song Hengzhe almost fainted upon hearing it. He truly couldn't see the future of the Song Family. Oh well, he'd better bear the pressure himself!
"No need. Let him stay in the Shangjing for now. Even if Shang Shujue is a scoundrel, he still has a conscience. He won't just stand by and watch someone die. Let's go back now."
"Yes, I'll pass the message on right away."
Although Lu Qingyun didn't quite understand Song Hengzhe's idea, he was very obedient. After responding to him, he turned around and went to get busy.
Song Hengzhe stood in the ward, looking somewhat haggard. He gazed at the coastline in the distance, took a deep breath, and then turned and left.
Song Yanqing, Song Yanqing! I'll help you this one more time because you're my younger brother. You little rascal, wait until you come back, and I'll show you what I'm capable of!
Song Yanqing sneezed in his sleep. Shang Shujue, who had just finished washing up, heard it and immediately walked to the bedside. Seeing that Song Yanqing's cheeks were a little red, he unconsciously reached out to touch his forehead and felt that it was a little hot. He frowned unconsciously.
"Could it be that he has a fever again?"
Shang Shujue dropped the towel he was using to dry his hair, turned around and went to get the medical kit. After finding the thermometer, he went to take Song Yanqing's temperature. The electronic thermometer beeped and showed a value of 36.8, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.
"Phew... at least he doesn't have a fever."
Shang Shujue put the thermometer back, sat on the sofa and rubbed her hair until it was dry, then turned off the light, turned on her phone's flashlight, walked to the bedside, lifted the covers, and got into bed.
Shang Shujue didn't feel there was anything wrong with sleeping with Song Yanqing. After all, they were both men, and there was nothing wrong with it. Although his heart was beating a little fast, it was just from the heat, and it definitely didn't mean he had any improper thoughts.
Goodnight, Song Yanqing.
Shang Shujue turned off the flashlight mode before placing the phone on the bedside table. She pulled the blanket up for Song Yanqing, then rolled up most of the blanket with her body.
Song Yanqing covered his navel and lower body, and the heat from the cover dissipated instantly, causing the temperature to drop abruptly and making the sweat on his body begin to cool.
Shang Shujue didn't realize the problem and fell asleep shortly after lying in bed, mainly because the bed was too soft and the blankets were too warm.
Feeling cold, Song Yanqing unconsciously snuggled closer to the heat source. After smelling the refreshing orange shampoo scent on Shang Shujue, he reflexively wrapped himself and the blanket in his arms, snuggled against him, and then fell asleep again...