Overnight Hit: Vicious Stepmother and Genius Son-Chapter 58 - Who Takes Care of Whom

Song Yuchen: “Grandpa says, ‘Filial piety is the most important virtue,’ Ye Zhenzhen is my mom, and if my mom is hurt, I should stay and take care of her.”

The little milky voice was clear and deliberate, though the pronunciation was slightly blurred, but the tone was unwavering.

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The conversation between the little boy and the grown man was about claiming ownership if they wanted to achieve their goals.

It was probably a man’s nature, regardless of age.

Song Jinze’s narrow eyes narrowed, and a smile full of affection and indulgence formed on his lips, “Didn’t realize before, but my son is quite eloquent?”

In fact, deep down, the man had already credited the ill woman lying on the bed for this.

Song Yuchen: “I’m speaking the truth!”

Half an hour later, the time was approaching dawn.

Secretary Zhang entered the hospital room’s living area, carrying large and small bags, as Song Jinze came out of the bedroom. He had just settled the now-sleeping Song Yuchen into bed.

The little guy had been so adamant about staying with Ye Zhenzhen, but he had fallen asleep after just 20 minutes by the bedside…

“President, everything is here. If you need anything else, just tell me, and I’ll go buy it.”

“Mm, there’s another thing…”

Song Jinze’s gaze swept indifferently over the room where Ye Zhenzhen was, “That robber who injured her, find a lawyer to deal with him. Don’t ever let him see the light of day again in his life.”

Secretary Zhang could clearly sense the anger and sternness in the President’s words, “Understood, I’ll go handle it right away.”

After Secretary Zhang left, Ye Zhenzhen’s IV finished, and Song Jinze pressed the call button to have a nurse come remove it.

Song Jinze asked the nurse: “She just has a simple injury, nothing else wrong?”

From when he first saw her until now, this woman hadn’t moved at all…

After hearing Song Jinze’s question, the nurse’s face turned slightly red with embarrassment. Not only was this man handsome, but it also seemed like he deeply loved his wife, which only added to her own envy of Ye Zhenzhen.

“Don’t worry, sir, your wife had a slightly higher dose of the anesthetic tonight. It’s very likely that after falling asleep, she won’t wake up until tomorrow morning. You can rest for a while, don’t be too tense; if there’s any problem, you can find us at any time.”

Song Jinze’s brow furrowed slightly, where did it look like he was tense?

…

At night, Ye Zhenzhen’s effect from the anesthetics wore off. She turned over in her hospital bed, and the blanket that had been properly covering her was kicked off, falling from the small bed.

Song Jinze had been sitting on the small sofa in the ward for half the night. Seeing movement on the bed, he stood up and walked to the bedside, “Ye Zhenzhen, are you awake?”

As he spoke, he bent down to pick up the blanket that had slid to the floor, covering the woman lying on the bed with gentle movements.

The person on the bed was clearly asleep and did not respond to him.

Song Jinze inadvertently caught sight of the woman’s exposed arm; the sleeve of her right arm had been cut away, and on her fair skin were remnants of blood that hadn’t been cleaned off.

Under the warm yellow light, the woman’s eyes were tightly shut, her delicate little face showed no color of blood, and her thin, white arm looked weak and pitiable…

Song Jinze sighed softly, unconsciously stretching his long legs to walk to the living room. He took a small basin and a towel from the items Secretary Zhang had brought over and went to the washroom to draw a basin of warm water.

When he re-entered the ward, the woman’s sleeping position had changed again, and the blanket was once again on the floor.

Song Jinze frowned, set down the basin he was carrying, covered the woman again with the blanket, then wrung out the towel and bent down at the bedside to wipe her arm. In that instant, as if suddenly coming to his senses, he froze slightly.

What was he doing?

His gaze shifted back to the woman on the bed, and he snorted coldly, “Ye Zhenzhen, don’t get the wrong idea. I am a person who values cleanliness…”

Song Jinze’s hands were gentle yet slightly clumsy as he wiped the dried blood on the woman’s arm. As it didn’t come off with just one wipe, he had to repeat the action.

In a daze, Ye Zhenzhen felt someone twisting her arm painfully. She lifted her left hand to retaliate, and her slap landed squarely on the man’s right forehead without missing a beat.

The sound “smack” echoed unusually loud in the quiet of the night ward.

As she withdrew her hand, the fresh nails on her left hand quietly scraped across the man’s forehead…

Song Jinze gritted his teeth slightly in pain, “Ye Zhenzhen!”

This was probably the first time in history he had taken care of someone like this, only to be “taken care of” in return.

Ye Zhenzhen, lying on the bed, thought she was dreaming. This voice, both strange and familiar, she just felt it was annoying, “So annoying, stop bothering me!”

Song Jinze drew a sharp breath. Had this ungrateful woman just said he was ‘so annoying’?

With his left hand still cradling the woman’s delicate white arm, the corner of his mouth curled slightly as he begrudgingly muttered, “Ye Zhenzhen, you better not be pretending to be asleep…”

…

The next morning, when Ye Zhenzhen opened her eyes, she was greeted by the magnified, innocent face of Song Yuchen. “Mom, you’re awake! That’s really great!”

“Xiao Chen, are you okay?” Although she saw that the little guy was fine in front of her, she couldn’t help but ask.

“I’m fine, don’t worry.” Song Yuchen remembered what the nurse had said the night before, that Ye Zhenzhen was crying from the pain. His babyish voice conveyed his concern, “Ye Zhenzhen, does your wound still hurt?”

Ye Zhenzhen lifted her right arm, feeling a dull ache. She smiled faintly, “It doesn’t hurt…”

As the two of them talked, Ye Zhenzhen heard footsteps and looked in their direction. Song Jinze entered from outside the door, dressed in black, his handsome face slightly fatigued.

Ye Zhenzhen’s brows twitched. Why was this man here?

“Dad! My mom woke up.”