C22 You like Them so Much!

Fu Jingchuan locked eyes with the little girl for the first time, and her clear, animated eyes immediately reminded him of a woman from his past. He instinctively averted his gaze.

Feeling a cold presence, Soong Ruanruan quickly stepped in front of her daughter.

"Mr. Fu, today's session has concluded. If there are any questions, we can discuss them later. I won't take up more of your time now."

Her expression was stoic, yet it sent a chill down one's spine. She had no intention of letting her daughter be psychologically scarred by such a sight.

Fu Sui seemed to grasp something as well, looking up and taking hold of his father's hand. "Dad, let's go home."

Fu Jingchuan had no intention of deciphering the woman's true motives on their first encounter. If she dared to provoke him, she should be prepared for the consequences.

The father and son duo didn't linger, leaving the ward behind. As they walked past the nurses' station, they overheard a few nurses whispering.

"Oh, the girl in Bed 16 is just so well-behaved," remarked the nurse who had administered An Han's injection.

"Yes, it's heartbreaking. She's so young and yet she has to endure so much—constant injections, medication, even dialysis. It's tough on adults, let alone a child," another nurse added with a sigh.

"She's incredibly brave, hasn't shed a tear. Probably doesn't want to upset Dr. Soong," chimed in a third.

"Let's hope for a miracle, that she finds a donor soon," they all agreed with a sense of longing.

Their words reached Fu Jingchuan's ears, and as he heard about the child's suffering, his heart inexplicably leaped, and he felt an unusual pang of discomfort.

Why on earth was he concerned about that woman's daughter?

Back in the car, Zhou Chi handed a stack of documents to Fu Jingchuan.

"President, here are the personal files for Soong Ling and Ji Yu, including Dr. Soong's four years overseas. Everything appears to be in order; there's nothing suspicious. They're both expatriates—Dr. Ji specializes in cardiothoracic surgery, and Soong Ling in psychotherapy."

A thought suddenly struck Zhou Chi.

"Although, Dr. Ji... where have I seen him before?"

As he was gathering information, Zhou Chi couldn't shake the feeling that Ji Yu's photo looked strikingly familiar, yet he couldn't pinpoint when they had previously met.

But now, it all came back to him!

"That day, four years ago, it was this doctor who announced that Miss Soong had died in childbirth. The scene was chaotic at the time. By the time we followed up, he had already left to study abroad. Plus, he returned two years before Soong Ling, which is why we lost touch," Zhou Chi admitted, a tinge of guilt in his voice for his oversight.

Fu Jingchuan methodically went through the files until his piercing gaze locked onto a line, his eyes gleaming with the thrill of the hunt.

The records revealed that Soong Ling and Ji Yu had attended the same elementary school, suggesting they might have crossed paths back in their home country.

Now, that was intriguing.

The corner of his suit was tugged. Fu Jingchuan turned to see his son clutching at his clothing, articulating each word deliberately, "Tomorrow, go to the hospital."

But tomorrow wasn't a scheduled treatment day.

Fu Jingchuan's eyes narrowed slightly. "Are you that fond of them?"

Fu Sui released his grip and looked down, lips pressed together.

Fu Jingchuan's brow furrowed. He considered asking if the boy suffered from insomnia every night, but seeing his son's reticent demeanor, he chose a gentler approach.

"Okay."

At his father's consent, Fu Sui's head shot up. His face remained stoic, but his eyes betrayed his concealed delight.

...

The following day, father and son returned to the hospital.

The lead doctor of the Psychology Department did a double-take upon seeing them, his heart missing a beat. Was it possible that Dr. Soong's treatment had failed, and they were here to hold her accountable?

"Mr. Fu, today isn't a scheduled session. Dr. Soong..." The doctor hesitated, "She might be with her daughter."

Fu Jingchuan responded with a noncommittal hum, taking Fu Sui's hand and striding towards room sixteen.

The doctor hurried to keep pace. "Mr. Fu, perhaps Dr. Soong could contact you later? There's no need for you to..."

The clamor was grating on Fu Jingchuan's ears. With a disinterested sweep of his eyes, he silenced the guiding doctor instantly.

He had just had a real lesson in what presence meant.

The door to the ward was ajar, and from within, a woman's soothing voice could be heard.

"An An, why haven't you eaten these cookies? Don't they taste good?" Soong Ruanruan discovered that half of yesterday's bear-shaped cookies were still in the bedside drawer, which made her anxious.

She hadn't made many, just enough for them to be finished in a day. Her daughter was a big fan of sweets. If she hadn't eaten them, it could only mean her appetite was worryingly poor. Could her condition have worsened...

"They're for little brother."

Soong Ruanruan breathed a sigh of relief. On closer inspection, she noticed the cookies were neatly arranged, clearly saved for Dear Sui.

An An sat up in bed, her eyelashes fluttering like little fans. "Mam, when is little brother coming back?"

Soong Ruanruan couldn't give a definitive answer and hedged, "Little brother will come over when he's free. So you need to rest up, An An. That way, you can play with him when he visits."

"Okay..."

An An's mouth turned down in disappointment. She had barely exchanged a few words with little brother yesterday before he had to leave, and now she wouldn't see him today either.

Fu Jingchuan's heart stirred unexpectedly as he listened to the mother-daughter exchange.

"Cough, Dr. Soong, Mr. Fu would like a word with you," the doctor interjected, seizing the moment to knock on the door.

Soong Ruanruan was startled and turned to see the man's aloof expression at the doorway.

What was he doing here?

But then she saw Fu Sui standing beside him and her tension eased considerably.

The doctor, sensing the dynamics, quickly excused himself. It seemed the new Dr. Soong was no ordinary person.

"Little brother!" An An's eyes sparkled with excitement. She longed to leap out of bed for a hug, but with the IV drip still in her hand, she could only eagerly await his approach.

Fu Sui moved to the bedside, his gaze fixed on An An's hand where the needle was inserted. He parted his lips, wanting to offer words of comfort like an adult, but found himself speechless, his hands involuntarily tightening into fists.

Noticing her child's odd behavior, Soong Ruanruan brought out the cookies her daughter had made.

"Dear Sui, look! These are the cookies your sister saved for you."

Fu Sui looked up to find a fragrant cookie being brought to his lips.

"Brother, try it!" An An's eyes twinkled with anticipation.

As the sweet aroma of the cookie seemed to seep into his soul, Fu Sui's grip relaxed without him realizing it.

Seeing her son's composure returning, Soong Ruanruan's lips curved into a smile. But before she could revel in the moment, her daughter's voice made her brow quiver.

"Uncle, would you like some?"

Fu Jingchuan was taken aback by the little girl's question, his eyebrows arching subtly.

Before Soong Ruanruan could interject, the man responded, "No, thank you."

"Aw," An An's face fell in disappointment, but she quickly perked up, recalling something. "Uncle, you don't like sweets, do you? Mammy said not everyone enjoys them as much as An An does."

Fu Jingchuan locked eyes with the little girl, then his gaze drifted to Soong Ruanruan's face, and he replied softly, "That's right."

The one trait that mother and daughter shared, it seemed, was their eyes.