Chapter 1961: Ordering Her Around

She said two kisses were just symbolic, and as soon as she kissed him, she wanted to run away. Gao Zhe pulled her back, cupped the back of her head, and went in for a deep kiss.

He left himself quite disoriented, and still not satisfied, he rubbed her earlobe, “Alright, get up quickly. Aunt Zhan might come in later. It’s not good to be seen. We’ll kiss when we get home.”

Lu Zhenzhen punched him, “You should have some shame! Pretending to be serious after being playful, you really enjoy this, don’t you!”

Gao Zhe lowered his gaze, looking at her face that was almost furious but also shy, his chest vibrating with laughter. Joy appeared in the corners of his eyes.

At last, the storm had passed.

Hospital.

Nan Jiaojiao returned to the ward. Just as she opened the door, a shattering sound was heard inside.

Song Yuan was leaning over the bedside, half her body outside the bed, her lower body completely still. She was holding onto the edge of the bed with one hand, but it wasn’t very steady. Her body was trembling slightly, as if she wanted to grab a water cup but couldn’t hold it steadily. The cup fell to the floor, and her hand was still clutching the edge of the nightstand, her arm shaking from the strain.

Seeing this, Nan Jiaojiao did not panic. She went over, held Song Yuan’s shoulder, and pushed her back onto the bed.

“Jiaojiao…”

Song Yuan’s face was pale, her eyes brimming with tears, looking both aggrieved and disheveled, “I’m sorry, I wanted to drink water, but the cup was too far away, I couldn’t reach it…”

Nan Jiaojiao glanced at the position where the cup fell.

She remembered placing the cup at the closest spot to Song Yuan, but where it fell, the fragments almost spilled over to the other side of the nightstand.

“I’ll pour you another cup.”

“Thank you.”

Song Yuan leaned back into the pillow, pulling the quilt up to her stomach. When Nan Jiaojiao turned around, she subtly raised her head, a trace of disdain flashing in her eyes.

Nan Jiaojiao handed her the water, and Song Yuan accepted it gladly, took a few sips slowly, then extended it back to Nan Jiaojiao. But Nan Jiaojiao didn’t take it; instead, when Song Yuan looked over in confusion, she gestured towards the nightstand.

Song Yuan wanted to pretend she didn’t see it, but Nan Jiaojiao remained calm, keeping her hands in her pockets without any intention of taking them out.

So Song Yuan awkwardly placed the cup down herself, “Jiaojiao, could you also help clean up? There are too many shards. If it’s not cleaned thoroughly, it won’t be good if someone gets cut later.”

Nan Jiaojiao raised an eyebrow, “Clean up?”

“Yeah,” Song Yuan lightly wiped the water from the corner of her mouth with her finger, “The floor is wet, and if you use the hospital’s broom, it could leave a smell. I wouldn’t want you to go through the trouble of mopping. It’s better to pick up the glass first; there’s paper here, you can use it to wipe it clean.”

She pointed to the paper on the headboard and then glanced at Nan Jiaojiao’s face, then suddenly seemed surprised and hastily explained, “I didn’t mean to order you around. If my leg weren’t injured, I could’ve done this myself…”

Nan Jiaojiao almost laughed aloud if the situation hadn’t been inappropriate.

“It does need to be cleaned up; otherwise, it’s quite dangerous.”

Song Yuan was inwardly contemptuous at how easily she agreed, almost showing it on her face, but maintained an apologetic facade, “Thank you for your trouble.”

“It’s no trouble at all.”

Nan Jiaojiao took out her phone and made a call. Soon, a woman in her forties came in, inquiring where needed cleaning.

Nan Jiaojiao pointed to the shattered water cup on the floor, then asked the still-stunned Song Yuan on the bed, “What were your requirements again? Could you repeat them?”

Song Yuan snapped back to reality, “Jiaojiao, who is this?”