Zhai Cheng was angry because Song Ge didn't understand him. He had done all this for Song Ge's sake, but she had forgiven General Manager Chen so easily. Even though he knew Song Ge had good intentions, he still thought her approach was unacceptable.
"Zhai Cheng, are you angry?" Song Ge shook Zhai Cheng through the quilt.
Zhai Cheng kept silent and held onto the quilt tightly. With such a reaction, it was obvious that he was angry.
Song Ge had no choice but to soften her tone and apologize to Zhai Cheng. "Come on, come on! Zhai Cheng, don't be angry."
Zhai Cheng let out a muffled grunt, as if in silent protest.
It seemed that he was really furious and probably didn't want to talk to her at the moment. Song Ge said helplessly, "I know you're mad at me, but I did it for your own good! Zhai Cheng." She was so aggrieved! But to whom could she pour out her grievances?
Song Ge sighed and stood up. "Then you have a good rest. I'll come to see you after you calm down. I'll go home first."
Song Ge walked out and gently closed the door. In fact, she didn't leave. She went to find the doctor. The doctor told her that Zhai Cheng's body had recovered quite well and he would be discharged from the hospital in a couple of days.
This should have been good news, but Zhai Cheng was still mad at her.
Oh well, Song Ge thought to herself. Zhai Cheng was angry because he was worried about her.
To make amends to Zhai Cheng, Song Ge decided to cook a meal for him on the day he was discharged from the hospital. She thought that Zhai Cheng would be very touched if he saw all the delicious food she had prepared for him.
On the day Zhai Cheng was discharged, Song Ge didn't go to pick him up. Instead, she sent her assistant. She stayed at home to cook, preparing a surprise for Zhai Cheng.
When Zhai Cheng was discharged and didn't see Song Ge, he had a dark look on his face all the way. He was like an iceberg. Anyone who got close would automatically back off three meters. The assistant couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "Miss Song, you're the only one who can make the president this angry and still get away with it. You're amazing."
After the assistant sent Zhai Cheng home, he quickly slipped away. After working for Zhai Cheng for so many years, he knew when to keep a low profile. That was, when the president was angry, he mustn't stay around him for too long, or he wouldn't even know how he died. He didn't have the good fortune of Miss Song.
Zhai Cheng pressed the doorbell with a cold face. After a while, Song Ge came out, looking apologetic. "Zhai Cheng, I'm so sorry! I was tied up with something and couldn't get away. I'm sorry!"
"You didn't do anything wrong. Why are you apologizing?"
Zhai Cheng meant something else. He was clearly accusing Song Ge of not coming to pick him up. Song Ge knew that Zhai Cheng's anger wasn't just about whether she picked him up or not. He was still mad about what happened last time.
Zhai Cheng took long strides and walked in as if Song Ge didn't exist. Song Ge shook her head with a smile and closed the door behind her. She thought to herself that Zhai Cheng was really like a child. He said he wasn't angry, but his face was so gloomy.
"Are you still mad at me, Zhai Cheng?" Song Ge followed Zhai Cheng in small steps.
"No." Zhai Cheng replied expressionlessly.
"Wait a minute. Go wash your hands first." Song Ge smiled and pushed Zhai Cheng into the bathroom. After Zhai Cheng finished washing his hands, Song Ge apologized again.
"I'm sorry, Zhai Cheng. I was wrong. Will you forgive me?" Song Ge blinked her eyes, looking pitiful and aggrieved.
"I said I'm not angry." Zhai Cheng replied sullenly.
"Really?" Song Ge let out a sound. "Then come here, Zhai Cheng. I have something to show you."
She led Zhai Cheng to the kitchen and pointed at the table full of dishes. "I cooked all these for you myself. They're all your favorite dishes. I've been busy with them all afternoon, so I didn't have time to pick you up. Zhai Cheng, for the sake of all this food, will you forgive me? Don't be angry anymore, okay? Let's make up."
Song Ge smiled sincerely, and her eyes curved into two beautiful crescents.
Zhai Cheng was just about to say okay when he saw that Song Ge's finger was bleeding and the band - aid was soaked through. He grabbed Song Ge's wrist. "Your hand is bleeding. What happened?"
Zhai Cheng didn't care about being angry anymore. He had long forgotten about it. All he cared about now was whether Song Ge's hand was okay.
"It's okay, it's okay." Song Ge shook her head and tried to pull back her hand, but Zhai Cheng was too strong, so she had to give up.
"I accidentally cut it while cooking just now. I've already bandaged it. It's okay." Song Ge sniffed.
"Does it hurt?" Zhai Cheng looked up and gently touched Song Ge's face with his right hand.
"It doesn't hurt. It's already better." Song Ge pretended to be calm. In fact, it really hurt when she first cut it, but nothing was more painful than Zhai Cheng ignoring her.
"You're lying." Zhai Cheng let out a sigh. "If it's already bandaged, how could it still be bleeding? Why don't you take better care of your body? I'll call the family doctor and ask him to come and re - bandage it for you."
"No need..."
Before Song Ge could refuse, Zhai Cheng had already taken out his phone with his other hand and dialed the doctor's number.
After a while, the doctor came. He looked at Song Ge's hand, took out his medicine box, and started to bandage it.
"I don't want to be bandaged." Song Ge wriggled her body and looked at Zhai Cheng.
"Don't listen to her. I'm in charge. Doctor, bandage her."
"I don't want to."
The doctor felt a bit awkward being caught between them. He subconsciously touched his glasses frame and said with a smile, "Mr. Zhai, I've already done the basic bandaging. All that's left is to apply the medicine. How about you do it yourself, Mr. Zhai?"
Zhai Cheng replied with a yes.
After the doctor left, Song Ge moved her stiff hand. "Zhai Cheng, I don't want to apply the medicine."
"Do you not want your hand anymore?" Zhai Cheng sat down with the medicine bottle in his hand.
"If you don't forgive me, I don't want to apply the medicine either." Song Ge shrank her neck.
"I've already said that I wasn't mad at you." Zhai Cheng shrugged. "Stick out your hand. I'll apply the medicine for you."
"Really? Zhai Cheng, have you forgiven me?" Song Ge was as happy as a flower. "Then promise me that you won't be angry with me in the future, okay? You don't know how sad I was when you ignored me." Song Ge's eyes were watery.
"Wasn't it because of you that I got angry?" Zhai Cheng shook his head.
"So you were angry!" Song Ge looked disappointed again. She pouted and grunted like a little animal. "You were angry." She repeated.
"I was just..."
"Forget it."
Zhai Cheng said helplessly, "I forgive you. I was also wrong this time."
"Hehe." Song Ge's mood changed as quickly as the weather. "I knew you would forgive me. Zhai Cheng, you're so nice. I like you so much!"
Zhai Cheng was caught off guard by this sudden confession. His ears were now red.