CHAPTER 522: CHAPTER 522

Su Lu initially did not understand the deeper meaning of Song Boyuan’s words, but she quickly grasped it.

Song Boyuan, like a fearsome deity, sat in Jing Su’s hospital room.

Emanating a ceaseless low pressure, the visitors to Jing Su were mostly from the Beijing circle, those who could recognize Jing Su surely recognized Song Boyuan as well.

Since they recognized Song Boyuan, they also knew that he was the number one mad dog in the wealthy circles of Beijing.

Absolutely someone they could not afford to provoke and had no desire to either.

Therefore, whether they came to gawk or to express pity and sympathy,

seeing Song Boyuan with a cold face there truly made people feel as if they were on tenterhooks.

So, the visiting guests usually just made a brief stay, exchanged some pleasantries, and then left in a hurry.

It must be said, Jing Su felt relieved of many troubles and was considerably more relaxed.

Although he was injured, with a potentially very unfavorable prognosis,

at least he could rest for a while. It was quite bothersome that he could not rest the next day.

Others came under the pretext of visiting the sick, and he couldn’t very well get angry; getting angry would seem rather unkind.

Song Boyuan took care of this for him.

For no other reason than Song Boyuan was inherently an unkind person.

Su Lu and Jing Ruo stood nearby, watching Song Boyuan as he occasionally threw out a chilly retort here and there; both were almost becoming numb to it.

"Jing Su, your injury looks quite severe, all bandaged up like this... you’re not blind, are you?"

"If you can speak nicely, then do so; otherwise, keep that mouth shut." A voice with a metallic chill left no room for compassion, "Last year when you had your plastic surgery at Taiheng Medical Beauty Department and were wrapped up like a mummy, you didn’t go blind, did you?"

The atmosphere turned exceedingly awkward, the lady who had come to visit, a young heiress from some Beijing family, was dressed up very elegantly. One would think she had come for a fashion show, not knowing she was here for a hospital visit.

Her big, Carslan eyes blinked, a European style double-lid, and overly large eyes undoubtedly indicated traces of artificial enhancement, and she was suddenly left speechless by Song Boyuan’s remark.

Naturally, she didn’t stay for long and left quickly.

Song Boyuan crossed his arms in front of him, leaned back into his chair, and adopted an aloof and indifferent posture, truly exuding an aura of being unstoppable.

Su Lu and Jing Ruo both admired him immensely.

To be honest, if everyone could do as they pleased like Song Boyuan, utterly unconcerned with offending others and making others simmer in their own discontent, it might seem as though they lacked social skills, but one had to admit... it seemed rather refreshing.

Just thinking about it was quite exhilarating.

"As a brother-in-law..." Jing Su said.

Song Boyuan looked at him and hmmed, "What about this brother-in-law?"

"Perfect." Jing Su laughed softly, "If Jing Ruo could find someone like you, then I’d be really happy. My care for the two of them wouldn’t have been in vain."

Song Boyuan seemed to smile, or maybe not. In any case, when Su Lu looked over, she only saw a slight curve at the corner of his mouth.

However, that very faint curve at the corner of his mouth quickly receded, "I’m sorry if I’ve disturbed your rest. I’m just here to wait for Jing Qiao to come, as well as to make sure no troubles from me will bother you."

Upon hearing this, Jing Su initially did not quite understand the meaning behind Song Boyuan’s words.

But when Su Lu saw several members of the Song Family come to visit, he began to understand.

The Song Family relatives, some with unhealed wounds on their faces, others with their wrists wrapped in stabilizing tape.

They came in with a basket of flowers, wearing forced smiles on their faces.

"President Jing! Ah, how could something like this happen! It’s really too...ugh! Burp!"

The voice of Song Boyuan’s uncle, initially melodious with ups and downs, came to an abrupt halt upon seeing Song Boyuan sitting in the corner. It turned into a short cry of alarm, like a duck whose neck had been suddenly squeezed.

Then, he began uncontrollably burping.

This situation turned the previously serious atmosphere somewhat comical.

Jing Ruo couldn’t help but laugh out loud, covering her mouth with her hand.

Song Boyuan’s uncle glared at her, but even as he did, the burps kept coming.

Song Boyuan said nothing, just crossed his arms over his chest and watched them with an indifferent look that dared them to continue.

When Song Boyuan’s uncle glared at Jing Ruo, he did so with assertiveness despite his burps. But when he turned his gaze toward Song Boyuan, it instantly shrank, his demeanor timid like a mouse before a cat.

The scene fell silent.

Song Boyuan sat elegantly with his long legs crossed, lifted his chin toward them, and said, "Go on, why have you stopped talking?"

"Uh, uh..." the Song Family relatives suddenly found themselves speechless.

Looking at him tentatively, "Bo Yuan, why are you here?"

"This is my hospital. Isn’t it normal for me to be here?" Song Boyuan countered, "But as for you, unless I’m mistaken, I believe Ji Ning was instructed to ban you, right? Yet here you are. I’m quite curious how that happened."

"Where...where is that coming from... We’re all family here, Bo Yuan, don’t be a stranger. Besides, we are injured like this, if you don’t let us come here, where else can we seek treatment?"

"There’s a hospital three kilometers away. You might want to check it out," Song Boyuan said.

Jing Ruo wanted to laugh even more, covering her mouth with her hand; the hospital three kilometers away was a psychiatric hospital.

Eventually, one of Song Boyuan’s uncles couldn’t hold back his frustration and said, "We paid too! Didn’t you encourage Ji Ning to even take our medical fees? We paid, so what? Are we not allowed to come?"

The next second, Song Boyuan suddenly stood up.

As soon as he did, the Song Family relatives quickly took a step back.

Clearly, they were still very wary of Song Boyuan.

But Song Boyuan didn’t seem to intend to do anything to them; instead, he walked toward the door.

Jing Qiao stood at the door of the hospital room with a lunch box in hand. It seemed she wasn’t comfortable with so many visitors in the room, so she didn’t enter.

Song Boyuan came over to take the bags and boxes from her hand, "Why didn’t you let them bring you in?"

"Ah." Jing Qiao responded, "They did. They first went to your room, and when they saw you weren’t there, I asked them to wait there, and I came over to my brother’s side by myself."

Knowing Jing Qiao was not comfortable with hospitals, Su Lu got up and walked over, asking, "Are you alright?"

Jing Qiao nodded her head, "It’s okay, I think I’m getting used to it a little."

She looked at the Song Family relatives present and couldn’t help but frown.