Chapter 836 The Rescue Failed

When Lin Xiangyu arrived at Yudao No. 1, Le Yan was already asleep.

Fu Nian'an then asked A Xia to take Lin Xiangyu back to the 27th floor first.

That night, Fu Nian'an was filled with worry and couldn't fall asleep for a long time while holding the sleeping Le Yan.

Perhaps due to the upcoming performance, Le Yan was under stress and developed a fever in the middle of the night.

Fu Nian'an took her temperature; it was 38 degrees Celsius. He glanced at the time; it was past 2 a.m.

Going to the hospital at this time would be a bit troublesome. After observing that Le Yan's condition was alright, Fu Nian'an first found some antipyretics and fed them to Le Yan.

After taking her medicine, Le Yan asked, half-asleep, "Has Xiang Yu arrived?"

Fu Nian'an sat on the edge of the bed, holding a hot towel in her hand to wipe her face. "Xia went to pick her up. I told her you were asleep, so she went back to the 27th floor to stay first."

Le Yan responded and drifted off to sleep again.

...

As dawn broke, Fu Nian'an was awakened by the vibration of her phone.

It was Chu Xing calling.

As if sensing something, Fu Nian'an immediately got up, grabbed her phone, and left the bedroom.

The door closed, and he answered the phone. Chu Xing's heavy voice came from the other end: "Young Master Fu, Mr. Lin's condition has suddenly worsened. The doctors are trying to save him, but the situation is not optimistic..."

Fu Nian'an tightened her grip on her phone slightly.

Actually, he had a vague premonition last night.

He had asked Jin Huaimin about Lin Minsheng's situation.

Jin Huaimin reviewed Lin Minsheng's medical records, sighed twice, and said nothing, but Fu Nian'an understood that it was a very difficult case.

In fact, ever since the incident, Fu Nian'an had a vague feeling that Lin Minsheng wouldn't make it through.

But for Le Yan's sake, he always thought of taking another chance.

At least, let's delay it a little longer, at least until Le Yang's performance is over!

Fu Nian'an pursed her lips and remained silent for a moment before saying in a low voice, "We must do everything in our power, regardless of the cost, to save this person."

Chu Xing: "I understand."

After hanging up the phone, Fu Nian'an raised her hand and pinched the space between her eyebrows, no longer feeling sleepy.

He went to the balcony and smoked a cigarette.

In fact, he rarely smokes. Influenced by his parents and his maternal grandfather who practiced traditional Chinese medicine, his concept of health preservation is ingrained in his bones.

A cigarette was quickly finished in the cold night wind.

He stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray.

Glancing at the night, Fu Nian'an let out a heavy sigh and turned to go inside.

...

After taking the fever reducer, Le Yan didn't sleep very well in the latter half of the night.

I felt like I was dreaming, but when I woke up, my mind was a complete mess and I couldn't remember anything.

She glanced around the quiet master bedroom, not seeing Fu Nian'an, but not the water glass and medicine box on the bedside table.

She recalled that she had taken the medicine with Fu Nian'an's help that night.

She sat up and raised her hand to touch her forehead.

The fever has subsided, but my body still feels a bit sore.

She glanced at the time; it was just before 7:30.

The premiere is scheduled for 8 p.m. tonight. Yesterday, Miao Danqing notified everyone in the group chat that they should meet at the North City Central Theater at 2 p.m.

Le Yan woke up, threw off the covers, got out of bed, and walked out of the room.

The sounds of Aunt Luo busily preparing breakfast came from the kitchen.

Fu Nian'an was in the living room, and Le Xiaomiao was lying on the sofa next to him.

A person and a cat create a warm and harmonious scene.

As Le Yan watched this scene, the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up slightly.

Such peaceful and beautiful moments are very healing.

"Why did you bring Le Xiaomiao down here?" Le Yan walked over, squatted down in front of the sofa, and stroked Le Xiaomiao's head.

Le Xiaomiao meowed, arched her body to stretch, and then snuggled into Le Yan's arms.

Le Yan picked it up and sat down next to Fu Nian'an, gently stroking its fur.

She glanced at the newspaper in Fu Nian'an's hand. "Any news today?"

Fu Nian'an glanced at her sideways, her eyes gentle, and pointed to the large print in the newspaper, "Your troupe's premiere has been published in the newspaper."

Le Yan looked closely and realized it was true.

She was surprised. "Isn't the theater troupe short-funded? Why are they publishing an ad in the newspaper?"

"Guess?" Fu Nian'an looked at her, raising an eyebrow slightly.

Le Yan paused for a moment, then quickly understood, her beautiful eyes crinkling with laughter: "Young Master Fu is so generous, I thank you on behalf of the entire troupe!"

Fu Nian'an smiled and lightly tapped the tip of her nose with her index finger. "I only want Miss Le's thank-you gift."

Le Yan's cheeks flushed, feeling a little embarrassed by his gaze. "What kind of thank-you gift do you want?"

What do you think?

Le Yan: "..."

The man stared intently at her, his gaze blatantly demanding and suggestive.

Le Yan covered Le Xiaomiao's eyes and leaned over to kiss Fu Nian'an on the corner of his mouth!

After kissing the cat, she put it down and ran into her room. "I'm going to wash up and change my clothes, then go downstairs to find Xiangyu. I haven't seen her for over half a month, and I really miss her!"

Fu Nian'an watched her fleeing figure, raised her hand, and gently stroked the spot where she had just been kissed with her fingertips.

...

After washing up and changing her clothes, Le Yan carried Le Xiaomiao back to the 27th floor.

As soon as she opened the door, Leyan saw Xiangyu making xiaolongbao (soup dumplings), with Axia following along and learning.

Le Yan put the cat down and ran over to hug Lin Xiangyu. "Xiangyu, I missed you so much!"

Lin Xiangyu was still holding the dough sheet in her hand, both amused and exasperated. "Let go of me, you're covered in cat hair! The steamed buns will be full of cat hair in no time!"

Le Yan hugged Lin Xiangyu and said coquettishly, "I won't let go. What's wrong with eating some cat hair? I just want to hug you!"

Lin Xiangyu sighed helplessly, "Fine, then let me finish wrapping you up first before you slowly carry me, okay?"

Le Yan released Lin Xiangyu and looked at the table full of ingredients. "It's only a little past seven o'clock. Did you go out to buy ingredients before dawn?"

“That’s right!” Lin Xiangyu said, “I can’t spend more than a few days with you this time, and I was worried you’d crave it, so I decided to pack a lot at once and you can put it in the fridge and eat it slowly.”

Upon hearing this, Le Yan sighed softly, "Then how many days will you be staying?"

"Two or three days?" Lin Xiangyu said while holding Xia as she slept. "I'll officially come back after we find a permanent caregiver. But I think Xia is quite capable, so I feel at ease having her by your side!"

“Xia has her good points, and you have yours.” Le Yan said, sharing her love equally, “Xia knows Taekwondo. When you come back, I will talk to Sister Yao to let Xia come with me too. The two of you can work together and take care of each other.”

"Sure!" Lin Xiangyu and A Xia exchanged a glance, then changed the subject: "What time are you going to the theater troupe this afternoon?"

"We have to gather at two o'clock!" Le Yan said. "Oh, right, Fu Nian'an asked me to come down and call you all to come upstairs for breakfast. Aunt Luo made extra breakfast for you."

Lin Xiangyu paused, then laughed and said, "Shall we not go up there and be third wheels?"

"Lin Xiangyu!" Le Yan raised her hand and slapped her arm. "Keep talking nonsense!"

"Okay, okay, just kidding, but I'm not planning to go up. Mr. Fu has too strong an aura, I'm afraid I'll get indigestion if I eat with him!"

Le Yan: "..."

Ah Xia also said, "I won't go either. This steamed bun will be enough for breakfast. Miss Le, please thank Mr. Fu for me."

Le Yan pursed her lips and said, "Actually, Fu Nian'an is quite easygoing, you really don't need to be afraid of him."

Lin Xiangyu nodded, "Yes, yes, Mr. Fu is good in every way, but we are not named Leyan, so we are not worthy of Mr. Fu's kindness!"

Le Yan: "..."

Seeing Le Yan frown, A Xia smiled helplessly: "Miss Le, Xiang Yu was just joking. We know that Mr. Fu is a good person. He loves you and values ​​you, so he is particularly tolerant and kind to the people around you. But as your assistants, we should also think about you and not make Mr. Fu go to so much trouble. Actually, as long as you and Mr. Fu are doing well together, Xiang Yu and I will be content."

Ah Xia's words struck a chord with Lin Xiangyu. She nodded repeatedly and looked at Le Yan, saying, "Ah Xia is my mouth double. Yan Yan, it's better for you and Mr. Fu to live a good life together than anything else!"

Le Yan: "..."

...

When Leyan returned to the 28th floor, Aunt Luo had already gone back.

A sumptuous breakfast was laid out on the table.

Seeing her return alone, Fu Nian'an raised an eyebrow slightly: "Aren't they coming?"

"Xiangyu made xiaolongbao (soup dumplings), and they ate those, but they asked me to thank you."

Fu Nian'an understood, so she didn't say anything more.

After the two had breakfast, Fu Nian'an saw that it was still early and wanted Le Yan to go back to sleep.

Leyan said she wasn't going to sleep anymore, because sleeping too much would make people's brains a bit sluggish. She moved her yoga mat out and laid it in the living room, taking advantage of this free time to loosen up her muscles.

Fu Nian'an sat on the sofa, occasionally using his laptop to handle official business, and occasionally turning his head to look at Le Yan.

Leyan is very focused when practicing yoga, and she looks serene and beautiful.

Fu Nian'an looked at her with tender and affectionate eyes.

Soft music was playing in the living room.

Fu Nian'an's phone, which was on the coffee table, vibrated.

A call from Chu Xing.

Fu Nian'an's eyes darkened, and she picked up her phone, turned around, and walked into the study.

He closed the study door and pressed the answer button.

Chu Xing's heavy voice came through the phone: "Mr. Lin's resuscitation efforts failed..."