She really didnât want this incident to make both families unhappy. "Whatâs so good about that boy? Heâs not going to die." Ruan Jianguo said grumpily, but nobody paid him any mind.
When Ruan Jiaojiao and Duan Xi followed Shu Jie and Ruan Jianguo to the hospital, it was already around ten oâclock at night. Lu Zhiwei was still out of town and couldnât come back, and Zhao Li was keeping night watch.
Lu Zishu had been in pain all day, and now he had fallen asleep, while Zhao Li was dazedly snoozing by the bedside. Hearing a knock on the door, she saw the Ruan family arrive and immediately stood up.
"Why did you come here in the middle of the night? You must be so tired." As soon as Zhao Li stepped out, she grabbed Ruan Jiaojiaoâs little hand, looking at her red eyes with concern, "Have you been crying?"
Ruan Jiaojiao looked at Zhao Li, her nose tingled, and she almost couldnât hold back her tears again. She reached out to hug Zhao Li, and whispered an apology, "Godmother, Iâm sorry."
"Silly girl, how could this be your fault? If thereâs anyone to blame, itâs your Brother Zishu. Heâs grown up but has no sense, always talking nonsense day and night." After saying that, she turned to Duan Xi, "Xiaoxi, you did well this time. If that boy talks nonsense again next time, just hit him, Auntie Li wonât ask you for medical expenses."
"Pfft." Ruan Jiaojiao was amused by her words.
"Youâre laughing, thatâs good, donât furrow your brow at such a young age." Zhao Li said, reaching out to rub Ruan Jiaojiaoâs constantly knitted brow.
Ruan Jiaojiao nodded, clinging to Zhao Liâs arm, snuggling affectionately against her shoulder.
Zhao Li patted her small hand and then began talking to Shu Jie, walking towards the hospital room as they spoke.
Inside the hospital room.
Lu Zishu woke up as soon as Zhao Li opened the door to the room. His nose hurt so much he couldnât sleep deeply, yet he didnât dare to open his eyes.
When he had talked about Ruan Jiaojiao, he was driven by resentment towards his brother. But after speaking, seeing Ruan Jiaojiaoâs changed expression, he immediately regretted it.
Later, he was beaten up by Duan Xi. Now lying on the hospital bed, he felt a bit relieved as if he had atoned for his sins, but he still didnât dare to face Ruan Jiaojiao.
Growing up together as siblings, he might not indulge her like other boys, sometimes even going against her and speaking unpleasantly. But back in school, he was the kind who would roll up his sleeves and confront anyone who spoke ill of her; how could he not truly care for this god-sister?
"Alright, stop pretending to be dead!" Seeing Lu Zishuâs eyelashes twitching so visibly, Zhao Li knew he was feigning sleep and irritably patted his leg.
Seeing that he could no longer hide, Lu Zishu reluctantly opened his eyes, awkwardly facing the four members of the Ruan family.
When Ruan Jiaojiao left the racetrack, Lu Zishuâs face was covered in blood. Now the blood was wiped clean, and his face looked pitifully bruised and swollen, like it had been reshaped.
Seeing Lu Zishu like this, Ruan Jiaojiao didnât know what to say for a moment.
It was Shu Jie who spoke first, gently asking, "Zishu, are you feeling better?"
Lu Zishu scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, nodding.
"Cat got your tongue?" Zhao Li.
"Much better, thank you, Aunt Jie." Under Zhao Liâs threatening gaze, Lu Zishu spoke up.
"Thatâs good. Jiaojiao couldnât stop worrying about you at home, so she specially came to see you. If thereâs anything to say, just speak clearly.