Chapter 150: I'm begging you
Tan Zhixu felt a little uneasy, but decided to wait and see. After all, even if Xu Rongyu wasn't at Xu Yihuan's house, there would be servants, so nothing should go wrong.
Even with these thoughts, Tan Zhixu still felt extremely flustered.
If Xu Yihuan still doesn't answer the phone by tomorrow morning, he will fly over there directly.
After a restless night, Tan Zhixu, anticipating Xu Yihuan's usual wake-up time, called her back at 8:30 in the morning.
"The number you dialed is currently switched off, sorry..."
Tan Zhixu couldn't wait any longer. If Xu Yihuan hadn't had an accident, she wouldn't have gone so long without charging her phone, and she certainly wouldn't have ignored his messages. With trembling hands, he opened his contacts.
I found Xu Rongyu's number and dialed the number.
Tan Zhixu held the phone to his ear, but his hands were still shaking. He dared not think about what would happen if something really happened to Xu Yihuan.
The call was answered quickly.
"Hello?"
"Hello Uncle, I'm Tan Zhixu. I'd like to ask if Xu Yihuan is with you?"
"You're looking for Huanhuan? I'm currently away on a business trip and won't be home for several more days. She's all alone at home right now, so it would be good for you to call her and keep her company."
Mr. Xu explained with a smile, clearly knowing nothing.
Upon hearing Xu's father's words, Tan Zhixu's heart skipped a beat. He tried to keep his tone calm as he said "okay" and then hung up the phone.
Tan Zhixu sorted out the matters in his mind according to their importance and urgency, and sadly discovered that no matter how he tried to solve them, it would be difficult to achieve the best results.
Tan Zhixu first took out his phone and booked the next available flight for himself. Then, looking at his phone, he pondered for a long time with a deep look in his eyes before calling Zhou Yanzhe.
If Xu Yihuan is home alone, then Zhou Yanzhe is actually the person closest to her.
The phone rang for a while before being answered.
Zhou Yanzhe was sitting in his room, his eyes fixed on his phone, which was malfunctioning and not displaying any new messages.
Just as Zhou Yanzhe was staring at it, his phone suddenly rang. Startled, Zhou Yanzhe looked at the caller ID and saw a number.
Without thinking much, I answered the phone.
Soon, a voice that was all too familiar came from the other side.
"Zhou Yanzhe, are you home?"
Zhou Yanzhe could almost immediately recognize whose voice it was, and he was about to hang up the phone the next second, but the person on the other end seemed to know his next move and immediately stopped him.
"Don't hang up yet."
Zhou Yanzhe didn't move either, because he wanted to see what Tan Zhixu wanted to say.
"Yes." Zhou Yanzhe only said this one word, his voice cold and clear.
"It's good that you're here. Could you please go to Huanhuan's house now and see if she's home or if something happened to her?"
“I called her, but her phone was off and no one answered. I was worried that she might have gone out to play in the snow yesterday without wearing any clothes and might be sick with a fever.”
The heavy snow fell all night and piled up, enough to build a snowman outside. It was damp and cold, which made it easy to get sick.
Upon hearing this, a slight ripple finally appeared in Zhou Yanzhe's eyes.
"Are you lying to me? How could Xu Yihuan's house be empty?"
Although he voiced his doubts, Zhou Yanzhe's gaze involuntarily drifted towards the room next door.
The lights were indeed on, even in broad daylight; logically, they shouldn't be on.
Zhou Yanzhe was already somewhat convinced.
"Why would I lie to you? I've already asked around, and no one's home at Xu Yihuan's house. Go to her house and check. If there's anything wrong, please get her to the hospital as soon as possible. I'm begging you."
Tan Zhixu said these words almost without thinking, without any concern for saving face.
Zhou Yanzhe was stunned for a moment.
Although Tan Zhixu had always been shameless, he had rarely seen him speak like this before, and he was already seven or eight parts convinced.
"Okay. I'll go take a look, but definitely not to help you."
"Okay, I'll leave it to you." Tan Zhixu didn't care whether it was helping him or not, as long as he went.
Zhou Yanzhe hung up the phone.
He put on his coat and headed towards Xu Yihuan's house.
As soon as I went downstairs, I saw Shen Yanxin. It was the Lunar New Year, but Shen Yanxin was unusually staying at home watching TV instead of going out to play mahjong with her girlfriends.
However, Shen Yanxin seemed to be in a bad mood. When she suddenly saw Zhou Yanzhe's actions, she casually asked, "Where are you going?"
Zhou Yanzhe subconsciously felt that Shen Yanxin shouldn't know about this, so he casually replied, "Oh, a classmate is looking for me, I'll go out for a bit."
Shen Yanxin didn't say anything more.
Zhou Yanzhe arrived at Xu Yihuan's door and rang the doorbell, but there was no response.
Could it be that what Tan Zhixu said is true? Is there really no one at Xu Yihuan's house right now?
Zhou Yanzhe's heart skipped a beat, and he was clearly starting to worry. He then remembered what Tan Zhixu had said about Xu Yihuan possibly having a fever.
A sense of worry crossed Zhou Yanzhe's mind; Xu Yihuan's health had not been weak before.
Later, when they were children, he was naughty and insisted on taking Xu Yihuan out to play. However, during that time, the flu was rampant, and Xu Yihuan caught the flu after going out.
That time, the fire burned for three days and three nights without going down, scaring both families half to death.
Fortunately, her fever subsided, but Xu Yihuan's health deteriorated after that.
Zhou Yanzhe looked at the light still on inside and became anxious, so he reached out and slammed his hand on the door.
The door was of such high quality and so stable that it barely moved.
Zhou Yanzhe took a deep breath, stepped back two paces to look around, circled around twice, and finally saw a window on the first floor.
I walked to the window and looked inside through the clear glass.
In the huge villa, Xu Yihuan lay pitifully alone on the sofa, without a coat, her face flushed, whether from being stuffy or feverish, it was hard to tell.
Seeing Xu Yihuan's expression, Zhou Yanzhe felt a pang of anxiety.
This is clearly a fever.
Xu Yihuan has always been more afraid of the cold than the heat, and she likes to keep the heating on full blast at home. Being cooped up like this now, even if she's not sick, she'll get sick from the stuffiness.
Zhou Yanzhe frantically pounded on the window, trying to wake Xu Yihuan up, even if it would just get her to open the door for him.
But Xu Yihuan remained motionless.
Zhou Yanzhe gritted his teeth and slammed his fist against the window.
However, the villa's windows are made of specially made tempered glass. If a person could break them with their fist, the manufacturer could go out of business.
But Zhou Yanzhe seemed to have forgotten everything.
His gaze fell on Xu Yihuan, and he silently punched the glass again and again.
Zhou Yanzhe's knuckles were quickly scraped and bled, but he seemed not to feel any pain.
Perhaps the manufacturer's quality was really not good, because under Zhou Yanzhe's repeated punches, a crack actually appeared.
After opening a crack, it happened very quickly; the entire pane of glass shattered in no time.
Zhou Yanzhe climbed in through the window.
Standing in front of Xu Yihuan, despite the commotion, Xu Yihuan remained completely still, which was not a symptom of being asleep.
Both of Zhou Yanzhe's hands were dripping blood. Not wanting to dirty the floor, Zhou Yanzhe casually wiped his hands on his clothes.
Seeing the blood still flowing from his hand, Zhou Yanzhe bent down and gently pressed his forehead against Xu Yihuan's forehead.
The scalding heat is transmitted through the skin.
Zhou Yanzhe's pupils contracted sharply. He no longer cared about cleanliness and picked up Xu Yihuan, intending to walk out.
Coincidentally, just as I reached the door, the ambulance arrived with its lights flashing.
The moment Zhou Yanzhe saw the ambulance, he swallowed all the words he wanted to say.
At this moment, he couldn't help but admire Tan Zhixu's thoughtfulness.
He carried Xu Yihuan into the ambulance.
"Sir, shall I bandage your hand first?"
Zhou Yanzhe held Xu Yihuan tightly, unwilling to let go, and remained silent upon hearing this.
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