Even though they were more than ten meters away, Nan Yan could still see Lihua Daiyu's request clearly.
But the handsome and handsome man's eyes were filled with a bit of coldness: "You are not in good health, so you really shouldn't go back and forth. Song Fei, send her back."
After saying that, the man turned around and wanted to leave, but Song Yihuan grabbed his sleeve.
"Ah Jing, please don't do this to me..."
Song Yihuan's voice was choked with sobs, and she said sadly: "I'm sorry, I know what I did yesterday was wrong. Ah Jing, I am Shijiu's mother after all. Just let me go see him, okay? I I just want to make sure that his current condition is good..."
Lu Huaijing frowned. He was silent for a long time and then said in a low voice: "Yi Huan, you should also know that Shi Jiu... doesn't really want to see you. Every time you meet him, he will be very excited. The doctor said that he should not be emotional."
Song Yihuan held the man's hand and slowly let go. A trace of unwillingness flashed through her eyes quickly, and then she gritted her teeth and said:
"Ah Jing, not to mention that I am worried about my biological child, just because of his illness last night, if these people hadn't taken care of him poorly, would he have gotten sick?"
As she spoke, she looked at Zhou's mother beside her with resentful eyes and asked:
"You did it on purpose, didn't you? It doesn't matter how much you hate me, but you can't hurt my child! Ah Jing, with such a person taking care of you, how can I rest assured?"
Song Yihuan's words made Zhou Ma's face change directly.
She tried to explain: "Miss Song, last night was an emergency. I can understand your anger, but you can't slander me. Although I am a servant, I have always taken care of the young master wholeheartedly-"
"Who knows if you have second thoughts?"
Song Yihuan directly interrupted her words, and her aggressive attitude immediately gained the upper hand: "I am Shi Jiu's biological mother, how can I still harm her? As an outsider, what qualifications do you have to speak? You made a mistake this time, It almost killed him!"
Zhou Ma was speechless. She tried to explain, but when she thought about what she had experienced last night, she didn't know how to defend herself because of her guilt.
She was really distressed for Jijiu, but last night, she was really questioning her mistake.
When Song Yihuan saw this, she became even more proud.
She said coldly: "Ah Jing, I know that Zhou Ma is the person left by grandpa to you, and you have always respected her, but after all, if she is old and cannot take good care of Shijiu, I will personally take her away in the future. Take care of it!”
The cold man's face became even more grim.
If it hadn't been for Xiao Naituanzi's plea last night, I'm afraid Zhou's mother would have been fired.
Now that Song Yihuan was making trouble, Lu Huaijing was bound to make a decision.
At this moment, a voice suddenly came over.
"What a coincidence, Miss Song is here too..."
Everyone looked towards the source of the sound and saw Nan Yan wearing a light green dress, with her long hair pulled into a low bun.
Compared with yesterday's exquisite makeup, she didn't wear any makeup, but it made her look more tranquil and elegant.
The moment Song Yihuan saw Nan Yan, her expression suddenly changed.
When she thought of yesterday's humiliation, she suddenly felt unhappy.
"What are you doing here? I don't want to see you!"
Seeing this, Zhou's mother immediately added: "Miss Alina lives nearby."
What?
Song Yihuan couldn't believe it.
Even though she is now famous as Lu Huaijing's "fiancée", she still can't afford a house here!
Thinking of this, she felt even more sad.
Although that bitch Gu Nanyan is dead, she has suffered from leg problems in the past five years, and there has been no substantial progress with Lu Huaijing.
It was difficult for her to even see Lu Huaijing, let alone live near him.
If it weren't for another child, Song Yihuan might not be able to gain a foothold in Nancheng now.
Now, a casual woman, or even a woman with ulterior motives, could appear next to Lu Huaijing. Why couldn't this make her panic?
She immediately said alertly: "What on earth are you going to do?"
Nan Yan smiled faintly, but ignored her and turned to Lu Huaijing:
"Mr. Lu, I want to ask how your son is doing now? Because I gave him acupuncture last night, I want to observe the patient's condition today."
As soon as these words came out, Song Yihuan's face became even uglier.
Before Lu Huaijing could answer, she had already asked sharply: "What did you say? Who told you to touch my son casually?"
Her voice was so sharp that even Lu Huaijing couldn't ignore it.
His dark eyes fell on Song Yihuan and said coldly: "Yihuan, Alina saved Shijiu's life. If you really feel sorry for Shijiu, stop making trouble!"
Song Yihuan froze, and there was a faint redness in her eyes.
Looking at her aggrieved but unable to express expression, Nan Yan's eyes flashed with hatred.
It turns out that she also has this kind of time when she feels wronged!
But Song Yihuan was unwilling to give in. She cried and said: "Ajing, Shijiu is our biological flesh and blood. Don't you know how difficult it was when I was pregnant with him? If I don't feel sorry for him, who else will feel sorry for him?" "
She said, directly pointing the finger at Zhou's mother again.
"Can't I even reprimand a servant if he does something wrong?"
Zhou Ma lowered her head and hesitated a little.
Even the rich and handsome man fell silent.
Nan Yan couldn't bear it, so she interrupted: "Aunt Zhou, when I diagnosed the child yesterday, I found that his condition has been very stable. Generally speaking, he will not have random attacks. What exactly caused the asthma yesterday? "
When Zhou Ma heard this, she suddenly looked embarrassed.
Lu Huaijing also realized the crux of the problem and turned to look at Zhou's mother beside him.
"Mother Zhou, just tell the truth."
Zhou Ma hesitated, but finally said: "Sir, yesterday... the young master was excited because he saw the news..."
"What news?" Lu Huaijing asked coldly.
"Just...the news that you asked Alina to treat Miss Song. He said...his identity..." Zhou's mother couldn't bear it. Saying this again would undoubtedly expose the scars of Lu Huaijing and the child.
But even if he didn't explain it clearly, Lu Huaijing already understood.
His big, sharp-jointed hands suddenly tightened, and there was deep cold anger in his eyes.
"Who told him?"
The deafening sound made even Song Yihuan's face darken at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Zhou Ma shook her head, but Song Yihuan became excited.
"Ah Jing, I've been worried about this problem all these years. It's all my fault. Otherwise, I wouldn't have it for a long time..."
She said, tears already streaking down her cheeks.
The image of a loving mother who strives for perfection but still cares about her children is simply vividly performed.
