Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
“You and Songsong have the same blood type. I’ve read your medical file and the two of you are compatible on many points. Therefore, I’m begging you: please donate your bone marrow to Songsong. Please save her.”
An Xiaxia realized what was going on instantly. She was Rh negative — the so-called “panda blood” and a blood type very hard to come by.
So, all that food had been for her bone marrow.
An Xiaxia lowered her head, feeling deceived.
Mr. Song took it as a sign of her reluctance. He then took out a check book from his inside pocket, swiftly wrote down a figure, and put it in An Xiaxia’s hand.
An Xiaxia’s eyes opened wide. As if the check burned, she drew back her hand immediately.
Mr. Song cleared his throat awkwardly, pondered a moment, and took the check back. He then wrote a new check.
This time, he only signed his name before handing it to An Xiaxia.
“Feel free to write whatever figure you want.”
An Xiaxia’s cheeks flushed and she accidentally pressed the speed dial, calling Sheng Yize right away.
Sheng Yize arrived in no time and saw An Xiaxia bow to Mr. Song in a flurry. “I’m sorry, but I can’t take it.”
Sheng Yize’s eyes could spit fire in that instant.
What did Mr. Song mean by giving An Xiaxia a check?
Had all his kindness been nothing but a show and he had waited to humiliate An Xiaxia now?
Fuming, he strode into the room, took An Xiaxia’s little hand, and said coldly, “Uncle Song, we really should get going.”
After that, he picked An Xiaxia up and carried her out in a hurry.
Still sitting on the sofa, Mr. Song smiled bitterly. Had he done something wrong?
He wanted to save Songsong, but he wanted to have a good relationship with An Xiaxia, too. However, it seemed that he couldn’t have both.
The sun was dazzlingly bright outside and cast a layer of golden light on Sheng Yize’s chiseled face. His thin lips were pressed in a thin line.
He stuffed An Xiaxia into the car and ordered the driver coldly, “Drive! To the An family home!”
The driver jumped at this and started the car right away.
Through the rearview mirror, he stole a glance at Sheng Yize’s face. It had been a while since the young master had last lost his temper.
“Sheng Yize… what’s wrong…” An Xiaxia tugged at his sleeve.
Sheng Yize cast her a stern glance. “Dummy! You should have taken that money! That’ll annoy him alright!”
“Huh?” An Xiaxia gave him a confused look.
“Didn’t he give you that check to break us up?” Sheng Yize’s chest heaved.
To him, picking on An Xiaxia was more infuriating than attacking him directly.
An Xiaxia mollified him right away. “But he didn’t ask me to leave you.”
Sheng Yize’s fury cooled down and turned into a lump in his throat.
“He said Songsong is ill and asked me to donate my bone marrow to her. He only gave me the money because he thought I wouldn’t agree,” An Xiaxia explained in a tiny voice. “This is the first time I’ve realized how valuable I am!”
Sheng Yize was silent for two seconds before he pinched her soft cheeks and feigned an intimidating voice. “Why didn’t you say so?”
“You have too much drama going on in your head…” An Xiaxia mocked him, which only made Sheng Yize squeeze her cheeks tighter. She swore her face was red now and she pleaded weakly, “I’m sorry. Let go of my face!”
Sheng Yize snorted and put his hands down.
There was a light tug on his sleeve again and his girl asked in her soft voice, “Songsong is back. Do you want to go see her?”
Sheng Yize turned to her and asked in a serious tone, “Do you want me to go?”
An Xiaxia seemed to have made the decision of her life. “Let’s go see her together!”