After a wealthy woman went bankrupt, her live-in husband became her sugar daddy.

Chapter 164 You think I would believe that?

I put on my clothes and got out of bed. I went downstairs, only to find that Jiang Yichen had come back drunk.

"Aunt Wang, leave it to me! You go and make some hangover tea."

"Ok."

I took Jiang Yichen from Aunt Wang's hands and helped him lie down on the sofa.

He reeked of alcohol and had a glazed look in his eyes, but he suddenly hugged me. I patted his shoulder and softly called his name: "Jiang Yichen, Jiang Yichen."

No matter how I asked, he didn't respond.

I laid him on his side on the sofa, gently patted his back, and placed the trash can next to him, afraid that he might throw up.

A little while later, the nanny brought over some hangover tea, which I carefully fed to Jiang Yichen.

He seemed to be asleep; his breathing had become even.

However, it's a bit chilly downstairs, and I'm worried he'll catch a cold if he sleeps on the sofa.

Afterwards, Aunt Wang and I struggled to help him back to his room.

I stayed by his bedside all night to take care of him and make sure he could sleep comfortably.

The next morning, when Jiang Yichen woke up, he gently reached out and touched my head, but accidentally woke me up.

He quickly withdrew his hand, pretending to be nonchalant, and asked me, "What are you doing here?"

"You don't remember anything?" I teased him.

Jiang Yichen rubbed his forehead and coldly commanded, "Speak."

"Yesterday you were holding her hand, calling out 'Momo, Momo' over and over again..."

I could see Jiang Yichen's lips twitch, and he said sarcastically, "Heh, Gu Mo, do you think I'd believe that?"

"How boring. Now that President Jiang is alright, let's get up quickly, or we'll be late for work."

I stuck out my tongue, fearing Jiang Yichen's retaliation, and hurriedly left the room.

I didn't wait for him when I went to work this morning.

I was dozing off on the bus when I finally arrived at the company. Before I even went inside, I received a phone call.

"Hey, what's wrong with Dad?"

My dad sounded a little anxious on the phone, "Momo, come to the People's Hospital, Dad is at the hospital now."

I immediately snapped out of my daze and asked with concern, "Dad, don't worry, I'm coming right away."

After I hung up the phone, I immediately asked for leave from the company and then rushed to the People's Hospital.

All the way there, I was filled with anxiety, constantly wondering what had happened to your father.

When I arrived at the hospital, I found your father lying in bed, looking a little pale, but he seemed to be alright.

My heart finally settled down.

"Dad, what's wrong? Why are you suddenly at the hospital?" you asked with concern.

Your father sighed and said, "Momo, I was hit by a car when I went out today, but luckily the driver braked in time and I only suffered minor injuries."

Hearing this, I felt a chill run down my spine. If the driver hadn't braked in time, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

"What about the driver who caused the accident?" you ask.

“He ran away, but luckily I ran into Song Le, and he brought me to the hospital,” your father said.

I looked around but couldn't find Song Le. I couldn't help but feel a little puzzled, so I asked, "Where is he right now?"

Before I finished speaking, Song Le pushed the door open and entered. When he saw me, he was clearly stunned for a moment, and a hint of surprise and joy flashed in his eyes.

I looked him over carefully and couldn't help but frown slightly. He seemed to have lost a lot of weight, and his cheeks were slightly sunken, which made me feel sorry for him.

"Thanks to you so much for today's events. How much did it cost in total? I'll transfer it to you right away."

I said gratefully, and took out my phone to transfer the money to him.

However, Song Le gently pushed my hand back and said with a smile, "It really wasn't much money. I'm just glad you're alright, Uncle. This is what I should do."

Upon hearing this, I felt even more guilty and insisted, "How can that be? You saved my father, and I have no way to repay this kindness. If you don't accept the money, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep at night because of my guilt."

Upon hearing this, Song Le smiled with a hint of helplessness and insistence: "Momo, why should we be so formal? I appreciate your kindness, but I really can't accept the money."

We remained deadlocked, neither of us willing to give in.

At this moment, my dad noticed something was amiss. His eyes darted back and forth between us, and he quickly broke the silence: "Since Song Le refuses to accept the money, let's treat him to a meal when I'm discharged from the hospital! This will show that we are grateful and also strengthen our friendship."

I don't think this is a good idea; I don't really want to have too much of a relationship with the one in Song Le's car.

Song Le nodded and said, "Okay, then I'll listen to Uncle."

Song Le seemed afraid that I would refuse, so she quickly echoed my father's words and a relieved smile appeared on her face.

Seeing this, I had no choice but to agree.

My dad was fine and was discharged after two days.

I hadn't even gotten off work that day when I received a call from my dad: "Dad, why did you suddenly decide to go out to eat?"

"I've just recovered from a serious illness, shouldn't I celebrate? Is there a problem with that?"

My dad's childish temper flared up again, so I reluctantly agreed, "Okay, send me the address, I'll be there in a bit."

I've been so busy at work these past few days that I completely forgot about treating Song Le to dinner.

I arrived at the restaurant as agreed and immediately saw my parents and Song Le sitting around a table, chatting happily.

My pace slowed involuntarily, and a sense of unease welled up inside me.

However, Song Le's gaze seemed to pierce through the restaurant's noise and catch my figure in the distance.

He stood up with a smile and greeted me warmly.

At that moment, I felt as if I was being pulled by an invisible force, and I had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk toward them.

"Momo, why are you so late? Song Le has been waiting for ages." My mother's words carried a hint of reproach, but also revealed her doting affection for me.

I gave an awkward smile and said apologetically, "Sorry I'm late."

Song Le gently handed me the menu, her eyes sparkling with a soft light: "It's alright, see if there's anything you want to eat? I heard from Auntie that you like to eat fish, so I've already ordered one. See if there's anything else you'd like to eat."

Dad chimed in with a smile, "Yes, Xiao Song is so thoughtful. After all these years, he still remembers what you like to eat and what you don't like to eat."

Mom then asked, "Yes, Xiao Song, do you have a girlfriend now?"

I smiled bitterly to myself, knowing that my parents were about to begin their "matchmaking plan".

I gracefully closed the menu, smiled, and tried to interrupt their back-and-forth: "Mom, Uncle Song is arranging blind dates for Song Le recently, so you shouldn't be setting up couples for each other."