Chapter 92 Tell me, what did you want to talk to me about last night?
Hospital.
Xing Yu was talking with the doctor in the ward.
"Sir, after a preliminary examination, the patient appears to be fine. Aside from some malnutrition and anemia, no other serious health issues have been found."
Xing Yu's gaze slid over to Lin Yan, who was sedated and sleeping on the hospital bed. "But why did she lose control of her emotions?"
The doctor said, "I suggest you take her to see a professional psychiatrist. Seeing her panic and dementia, I suspect it's related to psychological problems."
Xing Yu's heart sank and he said nothing more.
The doctor left the ward and he walked to the window and called Cheng Qing.
After asking many times, he learned from Cheng Qing that Lin Yan had depression.
When he was a child, he lived under someone else's roof and was despised and mistreated by An Chunfang. He never felt the slightest warmth of home.
When she grew up, she experienced his unknown darkness, which eroded her soul day by day.
In addition, he has been suppressing his inner feelings for a long time and is unwilling to speak out.
How can we not be shrouded in gloom?
After hanging up the phone, Xing Yu walked to the bedside with helplessness, staring at her haggard face.
My heart was torn by the rise and fall of my breathing.
He sat down, gathered her quilt, and used his fingertips to comb the hair on her forehead that was still wet.
But his hands couldn't help shaking.
An overwhelming feeling of heartache surged into his heart, and he looked at her with heartache and helplessness.
"Ayan, I listened to you and didn't investigate your past... But how could I possibly turn a blind eye to your vulnerability?"
"Tell me...what should I do with you?"
…
In the dark alley, Lin Yan saw the beautiful yet frightening face.
She trembled all over and turned to run away.
Three men surrounded her from behind, punching and slapping her in the face and head.
Dizzy and dazed, she was brought back to the small house.
Her clothes were roughly stripped off and she was pushed to the ground.
His face was pressed against the cold ground, distorted by the pressure.
His limbs were also restrained and unable to move.
Her mind was dizzy, and she pleaded with her in a low voice with the remaining sanity.
"My previous injury hasn't healed yet... It hurts... This time... Can you please let me go..."
But there was an interesting tune in my ear.
"Last time, they burned me with cigarette butts, and the time before that, they dripped sulfuric acid. Do you want something more exciting this time? Lin Yan, how about an iron? The temperature there will definitely be amazing!"
“No…no…please…don’t…”
She struggled desperately, but her skin was sensitive to the high temperature of the iron coming towards her.
"ah--"
Suddenly waking up, Lin Yan sat up from the hospital bed and met a pair of extremely worried eyes.
In horror, a tear of fear welled up in her eyes.
"Yan Yan! What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?" Cheng Qing quickly hugged her, patted her back and comforted her softly: "It's okay, I'm here! I'm with you."
Lin Yan took a deep breath, her throat dry: "I'm fine."
The hand that was stroking her back stopped, and Cheng Qing touched her soaked clothes: "Look, your clothes are wet just from a dream, why are you sweating so much?"
As he spoke, Cheng Qing took out a tissue and wiped the cold sweat from her forehead.
Lin Yan glanced around and recalled what happened last night.
She remembered getting into Song Yanzheng's car last night, and then she started feeling unwell. Then, she seemed to see Xing Yu appear, smashing the car window, smashing the window non-stop... and then he held her in his arms...
Then, the memory ends.
"Cheng Qing." Lin Yan asked, "Why are you here?"
"Your depression relapsed last night, and Xing Yu sent you to the hospital. He stayed here with you all night, and he left only when I came to see you this morning." Cheng Qing said with a hint of apology on his face.
"Yan Yan, I'm sorry. I told Xing Yu about your depression. He pressed me so hard that I couldn't resist and just told him."
Lin Yan didn't react much.
The excuse of depression is fine.
Lest he become suspicious.
"It's okay, just tell him." She calmed down, smiled at Cheng Qing, and continued.
"I'm fine now. You can go back now. You have a lot of things to do taking care of the kids. Don't keep coming to me."
"I do have something to do later. I have to take Erbao to get vaccinated." Cheng Qing: "The doctor said you can be discharged as soon as you wake up. Yanyan, I'll drive you home first."
Lin Yan nodded: "Okay."
Sitting in the car, Lin Yan opened the window to let in the wind, trying to let the messy thoughts go with the wind.
Cheng Qing was driving the car when he suddenly asked her, "By the way, Yanyan, why did you suddenly become ill? What happened?"
"No."
As friends for many years, Cheng Qing and she have formed a tacit understanding. If Lin Yan doesn't want to answer, she will not make the move to ask the truth.
Between friends, it’s enough to understand each other’s thoughts tacitly.
After a while, she chatted: "Yan Yan, have you talked to Xing Yu?"
Lin Yan's expression froze.
If Song Yanzheng hadn't come to see her last night, she would have gone to the appointment to confess her feelings to him.
Unexpectedly, Song Yanzheng provoked him to the point of causing him to suddenly have a seizure, and the courage he had finally built up in his heart disappeared in an instant.
"not yet."
Cheng Qing understood her personality and teased her with a smile, "If you could be as decisive in your relationships as you are in your career, you wouldn't still be single."
Lin Yan looked down at the lines on her palm: "I'll think about this again."
They ended the topic with Cheng Qing sighing.
When they arrived at the community, Cheng Qing had to hurry back and didn't see her off upstairs.
Lin Yan returned home alone. When she opened the door, the aroma of porridge wafted into her nose.
She glanced towards the kitchen and paused at the door for a long time before walking over.
Perhaps he heard her footsteps, Xing Yu turned his head and looked at her.
Then he turned his head back as if nothing had happened and continued to work.
Lin Yan walked up slowly and stood behind him: "Xing Yu, I didn't show up on time last night. I'm sorry..."
"It doesn't matter."
"Also, thank you for taking me to the hospital."
"Um."
He never turned around to look at her, and Lin Yan assumed that he didn't want to communicate with her.
"Then I'll go back to my room first."
"Wait." Xing Yu turned around and looked over: "Drink porridge."
Their eyes suddenly met, and she dodged as if she were electrocuted.
Without waiting for her to speak, Xing Yu filled a bowl of porridge and walked to the dining table.
Seeing her standing still, he said, "Don't you want to show me the honor?"
Lin Yan didn't know what was going on, her brain obeyed his instructions extremely well.
He walked over and sat down at the dining table obediently.
Xing Yu sat opposite her, stirring the porridge with a spoon with his eyes lowered.
After making sure it wasn't hot, he pushed the porridge in front of her and said, "Drink it."
Lin Yan didn't have much of an appetite, but she didn't want to disappoint him.
He picked up the spoon and started drinking.
Lin Yan completed the task by swallowing the porridge mouthful by mouthful.
Although Xing Yu didn't say a word during the whole process, she could feel the gaze on her face.
After drinking, Lin Yan looked at him and said, "I'm done."
"Yeah." Xing Yu paused: "Be good."
Lin Yan's eyebrows jumped, slightly surprised.
He used a cold tone to say those sweet words, and it was hard to figure out his intentions.
As he pondered, Xing Yu's gentle voice rang out again: "Come here."
"ah?"
"Come over here."
Lin Yan hesitated for a moment, then stood up and walked around the dining table to him.
As soon as he stood still, a force came from his arms, pulling her over without explanation. With a light push, she sat firmly on his thigh.
"Tell me, what did you want to talk to me about last night?"
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