After Marrying the Officer Chapter 1169 - 1168: Hoping She Can Find Happiness

"Brother Song, he..." Xia Chuyi began, her voice trailing off as she prepared to bring up Song Zhicheng’s wounds.

"Chuyi!" Song Zhicheng abruptly exited his bedroom and cut her off, "Are you here to pick up those school books?"

His voice boomed, effectively drowning out whatever Xia Chuyi had intended to say.

"I’ve already collected them for you," he added.

As he spoke, he cast a sharp, significant glance toward her.

The message was clear: he was warning her not to disclose his condition to his parents.

Though momentarily confused by his strange behavior, Xia Chuyi went along with the ruse, replying, "Yes, Uncle and Aunt, I came by to retrieve some books from Brother Song."

The elder Songs, harboring no suspicions, simply remarked, "You children, wanting to borrow books is fine, but why must it be at such an odd hour?"

Nevertheless, they pressed no further.

Song Zhicheng then led her into the study, feigning the act of gathering books.

Once the door was closed, he turned to her and admitted, "Chuyi, I’ve been injured, and I’m begging you to keep this from my parents."

"It is only a superficial wound; I see no reason for them to fret," he added, his expression apologetic.

Xia Chuyi paused, processing his request before observing, "Brother Song, you aren’t just trying to shield your parents from the truth, are you? You want to hide it from everyone, including her."

In that heartbeat, she realized his true motive—he was terrified of Jiang Fengqi discovering his state.

"Brother Song, are you aware? Wang Zicheng’s condition is critical," she said, her eyes locking onto his. "There is a real chance he may never regain consciousness."

"What?" Song Zhicheng gasped, his composure shattering as he asked urgently, "How could it go so wrong? Didn’t Doctor Guo perform the surgery himself?"

Xia Chuyi shook her head. "Doctor Guo might have been the surgeon, but he is no deity. He cannot pluck a soul back from the edge of the abyss every time."

"Then..." Song Zhicheng seemed to grapple with some inner conflict, hesitating before finally asking, "How is Feng Qi holding up?"

"With Wang Zicheng hovering between life and death," she sighed, "how could Senior Sister Jiang possibly be doing well?"

Upon hearing this, his expression grew even more convoluted.

Xia Chuyi watched him sigh, but he remained silent.

She looked at him with unwavering resolve and stated, "Brother Song, you must know that Senior Sister Jiang has vowed that if Wang Zicheng wakes up, she will dedicate her life to him."

Song Zhicheng was stunned, his eyes swirling with confusion. "What are you implying? Weren’t they just...?"

Xia Chuyi didn't offer a direct answer, speaking instead with cold clarity, "The past is irrelevant now. What matters is that Senior Sister Jiang has made her choice; she will be with him should he ever open his eyes."

The weight of her words carried a profound revelation.

Song Zhicheng’s gaze transitioned from shock to bewilderment, then to a sudden, painful enlightenment, before finally settling into total silence.

At long last, he exhaled, "You are right. The past no longer matters."

Sensing he finally understood the gravity of the situation, Xia Chuyi felt a grim satisfaction.

"I... I truly hope Wang Zicheng regains consciousness," Song Zhicheng whispered.

"Are you really wishing for his recovery?" she couldn't help but challenge him.

A profound stillness washed over his features, stripped of any lingering vanity or hidden resentment.

"Wang Zicheng suffered these injuries to save Feng Qi," he said quietly. "If he never stirs from this slumber, she will be haunted by that debt of guilt for the rest of her days."