Chapter 70 Dad!

"Mother!"

"Miss An! Miss An, are you okay?"

Zhao Li had just returned with little An Xian when she heard the sound of water in the bathroom. She thought it was Miss An taking a shower after get off work.

Just as she was about to make dinner, she suddenly heard faint shouting coming from the bathroom. Xiao Anxian ran to knock on the bathroom door before her.

The door was not open, so she went over to knock on the door and ask out of concern.

"Miss An?"

"Mom!" Xiao Anxian's eyes were red, "Mom, come out!"

"Miss An!" Zhao Li secretly cried out in alarm and was about to go look for the key.

“Click—”

The bathroom door was suddenly opened from the inside.

The woman changed into pajamas, was covered in mist, and was wiping her wet hair.

She looked at Zhao Li with a puzzled look on her face, "What's wrong, Sister Zhao? Did you just call me?"

"I was so scared." Zhao Li patted her chest, "I thought you fell in the bathroom."

"I was taking a shower and didn't hear anything. Sorry."

An Ning squatted down, and then she noticed the tears in An Xian's eyes, "Why are you crying, baby?"

"Mom won't open the door..." Little Anxian threw herself into her arms and cried, "Mom won't come out..."

"I'm sorry, baby. The water was too loud and I didn't hear it. It's my fault."

She hugged the person in her arms tightly, her eyes red.

Just as the sharp blade was about to cut through her wrist, she heard An Xian's voice.

The sound of "Mom" hit her heart and pulled her back from the edge of collapse.

Holding the little person in her arms, she finally found some strength to hold on.

......

"It's so late, I hope I don't disturb you?"

The warm light shines on the woman's beautiful face. She holds the phone lightly, her eyelashes trembling.

"Of course not. What's wrong, Ningning?" The man asked gently from the other end of the phone, "I hear your voice seems to be a little strange?"

Her voice on the phone was very nasal, and Xu Zhijun could tell it right away.

"It's okay, just a cold."

An Ning turned her face away, sniffed, and said softly, "Doctor Xu, I've finished my medicine. Could you please prescribe some more and send it to me?"

"You've finished?" The other person's voice sounded slightly surprised. "Ningning, is something wrong? I prescribed a month's supply for you. Did you increase the dosage yourself?"

An Ning clutched her phone tightly and glanced at An Xian who was playing with toys in the living room. "No... I accidentally spilled half of it."

"Is that so?" The other party seemed worried and gently said, "Ningning, you cannot increase or decrease the dosage of the medicine prescribed for you at will. If anything seems wrong, tell me immediately and we will continue with psychological treatment."

"I understand, Doctor Xu." An Ning smiled gently, "Then I'll trouble you this time."

"No trouble." The man on the other end of the phone said gently, "Ningning, tomorrow is your birthday. I wish you a happy birthday in advance."

An Ning's fingertips trembled, and she remembered that tomorrow was her 28th birthday.

......

The next morning.

The black customized Maybach shuttled through the endless stream of traffic and drove to the private helipad.

The only sound in the usual quiet carriage was the tapping of fingers on the keyboard.

Jiang Yao was driving and glanced at the man behind him in the rearview mirror - he had impeccable facial features, meticulously groomed black hair, and was wearing a luxurious, high-end black handmade tailor-made suit. He was concentrating on typing on the laptop on the panel.

At 8:30 in the morning, the sunlight streamed in through the car window, reflecting the priceless diamond brooch and collar clip on the man's suit, making it sparkle.

Sophisticated, abstinent, and cool.

These words flashed through Jiang Yao's mind one by one.

And - unhappy.

Jiang Yao quickly looked away, fearing that the man's cold gaze would shoot towards him.

"Mr. Lu," he reminded softly, "We're almost at the tarmac."

The man paused when he heard this.

His brows furrowed slightly, and his cold eyes fell on the date on the laptop screen.

He snapped his notebook shut and said, "Tell the people in Haowei not to come to Oteng for the next two days."

"Mr. Lu, do you want to tell Miss An that you're on a business trip for the next two days?" Jiang Yao shrank his neck. "Don't worry, she won't be coming over for the next two days."

The man's eyes were stern, "What?"

"Miss An called me early this morning and said she wasn't feeling well. She seemed to have a cold and a fever, so she asked for leave."

After Jiang Yao finished speaking, he felt that the car became even colder.

"Did she tell you?" The man said coldly with a blank expression.

But the word "you" especially emphasized the tone.

Jiang Yao quickly explained, "Miss An's original words were that it was too early and she was afraid it would disturb your rest, so she asked me to tell you. I heard her voice was weak, so she must be seriously ill. I don't know if she has been to the hospital-"

Before he could finish his words, he heard the click of a lighter in the back seat and the smell of cigarettes wafted over.

Mr. Lu only smokes when he is upset. Jiang Yao glanced at the man in the back seat. He seemed to be taking a nap with his eyes closed, but he was taking puffs of the cigarette between his fingers.

It's enough to see how bad his mood is now.

......

At nine o'clock in the morning, the doorbell rang at Pangu Mansion.

An Ning got up from the sofa with a dizzy head and went to open the door.

When her hazy eyes saw the man standing outside the door, they instantly became clear.

"You..." She was suddenly stunned, "Why are you here?"

The man at the door was tall and slender, wearing a simple and refreshing white T-shirt and black pants. He looked handsome and had a warm smile.

The warm overhead light shone on him, so gentle that it was dazzling.

"My patient came to me late at night to get medicine. As her attending physician, I was worried about her and felt it was my responsibility and obligation to come and see her."

Xu Zhijun smiled gently, "I wonder if my arrival has made my patient feel better."

The distance from Jining City to Jinghai is not short. An Ning suddenly realized, "You didn't leave last night, did you?"

The man smiled and nodded. "You guessed it. I arrived in Jinghai in the early morning, rested in the hotel, and then got myself ready to come see you."

Xu Zhijun took out a large bouquet of flowers from behind and handed it to her, "Happy birthday, Ningning."

......

Jiang Yao was ruthlessly abandoned on the huge private helipad.

The Maybach drove away, leaving a cloud of exhaust fumes in his face. Jiang Yao looked like he wanted to cry but had no tears.

I don’t know who offended Mr. Lu, but he suddenly said “trip cancelled” and kicked Jiang Yao out of the car, then drove away by himself.

The black Maybach was speeding on the wide lane. The man in the driver's seat had a cold expression on his face and his bony fingers were skillfully turning the steering wheel.

After passing the traffic light, the vehicle stopped on the roadside.

Outside the car window, people are coming and going and cars are flowing endlessly.

Inside the car, the man was smoking one cigarette after another between his fingers.

The cool and elegant face was faintly visible in the smoke.

Across the street is an old-fashioned cake shop with classic flavors, excellent reputation, and a constant stream of customers.

Through the car window, the man looked at the store entrance with deep eyes.

Suddenly, some images popped up in my mind again——

"Xiyan Xiyan, I want to eat their cake for my birthday tomorrow. Their original pudding cake is so delicious!"

"Original pudding cake, is it delicious?"

"Well! When I was little, my family was poor and we couldn't afford a big cake. One year on my birthday, my mom bought me a small box of plain pudding cake. It was the best cake I've ever had, and I'll never forget it even when I grew up. So, Xiyan, from now on, on my birthday, you buy me plain pudding cake, okay?"

"Okay, I promise you, from now on, Ningning from our family will have cake every year on her birthday. You will have everything that others have."

The cigarette in his hand burned to the end, and the burning sensation suddenly woke the man up from his memories.

He stubbed out his cigarette and looked at the bag of medicine on the passenger seat.

This is the last time, Lu Xiyan.

He told himself that he cared about her for the last time.

Just think of it as pitying her.

From now on, her life or death has nothing to do with you.

He unbuckled his seatbelt, pushed the door and got out.

As soon as the car door opened——

"dad!"

The childish yet familiar voice startled Lu Xiyan. He raised his eyes suddenly and saw the figure who had gotten off the car stopped in his tracks.