Chapter 877: Song Yinyin, My Father Is Sick!
When Song Yinyin woke up, she saw Lu Jihan standing out on the balcony taking a call.
She didn’t know who was calling, but his expression didn’t look good. There was a certain heaviness to it, as if something big had happened.
He kept nodding and said, "Okay, I got it. I can bring her over right away, but whether she’s willing to come or not, you’ll have to tell her yourself."
As he spoke, he walked in from the balcony with the phone and stopped in front of Song Yinyin.
"It’s Shana. Hurry up and answer it."
The moment she heard it was Shana, Song Yinyin’s expression turned sour. She was still resistant to President Shi Mai’er; she didn’t even want to deal with the people around him.
She shook her head, indicating she didn’t want to take the call.
Seeing what she was thinking, Lu Jihan urged her, "Yinyin, this is something important. Just take it."
Since even Lu Jihan said that, it really did sound like something serious. What on earth was it?
Song Yinyin furrowed her brows, put on her clothes with extreme reluctance, and took the phone. "Hello?"
On the other end, as soon as Shana heard her voice, she blurted out anxiously, "Song Yinyin, my Abba is sick. Come and see him, please!"
Song Yinyin’s heart jolted, and the hand holding the phone tightened.
What, President Shi Mai’er is sick?
At once, her heart clenched, but then she thought again... No, that’s not right. He was perfectly fine when he came to the airport yesterday. How did he suddenly get sick?
Her brows knitted even tighter.
Song Yinyin’s face hardened. She steeled herself and said, "What does his being sick have to do with me? Send him to a hospital, or find a doctor! How do I know you’re not putting on an act? Want to tug at my sympathy? Forget it. You’re wasting your time."
With that, she very unceremoniously hung up.
Then she handed the phone back to Lu Jihan and said, "I really didn’t expect that father and daughter to lie too. What’s the point of that?!"
She said this angrily.
"Yinyin, I don’t think Shana is lying to you." Lu Jihan sat down at the edge of the bed, his expression serious and earnest.
He reached out to lightly hold both of Song Yinyin’s hands, his thumbs rubbing the center of her palms, the gentle pressure pulling her attention back.
At the same time, it calmed her restless, frustrated heart a little.
"So now you’re taking their side?" she said, curling her lip.
"I’m just looking at the facts."
Lu Jihan’s sharp amber eyes fixed steadily on her, appealing to her emotions while laying out the logic.
"You know how busy President Shi Mai’er is. How would he have the time or energy to play little tricks like this on you? Even if he really wanted to trick you into going over, with his status he could easily use a hundred other ways."
"..."
"If you ask me, President Shi Mai’er really is sick, but he wouldn’t agree to see you, afraid you wouldn’t want to see him. Shana couldn’t stand watching that, so she called and asked me to tell you."
Song Yinyin snorted and sneered, "What I see is she wants you to play lobbyist for her."
Lu Jihan didn’t deny it. Still lightly holding her small hands, he said, "Yinyin, don’t throw a fit, okay? It won’t hurt you to go have a look. We can’t leave yet anyway, and we’ve got nothing else to do."
He paused, then continued in a coaxing tone, "Don’t you want to know what exactly happened between your mother and President Shi Mai’er more than twenty years ago? Why they broke up?"