Chapter 190 Sometimes you just need an outlet
After Lin Shutang lay down again, he couldn't fall asleep and tossed and turned.
Li Yansheng: "What's wrong?"
Lin Shutang: "Hungry."
Li Yansheng stood up and turned on the light.
When they got to the restaurant, Lin Shutang didn't want porridge, so Li Yansheng ended up cooking noodles for them. They each had a bowl of steaming hot noodles, filling the room with a fragrant aroma. The last time she had eaten something he cooked seemed like ages ago.
Li Yansheng's cooking skills were as good as ever, and Lin Shutang ate with gusto. It was already past three o'clock when they finished eating, and Lin Shutang took the initiative to wash the dishes.
Before going to sleep, she rested her head on Li Yansheng's arm and asked, "I haven't seen Uncle Xie for a long time. Did he resign?"
Li Yansheng: "Want to go out?"
Lin Shutang turned sideways and faced him: "Well, I want to go to the hospital to see Sister Yue tomorrow."
"He went back to his hometown and hasn't come back yet. I'll ask Fan Sizhu to pick you up tomorrow."
Lin Shutang refused to let Li Yansheng's assistant drive him, fearing that it would delay his work. "No, I'll take a taxi myself!"
Li Yansheng patted her shoulder and said, "Go to sleep." Then he didn't say anything else.
Lin Shutang thought he agreed to the proposal, so he said "hmm" and continued to sleep.
The next morning, when Lin Shutang woke up, it was past eight o'clock. Li Yansheng had already gone to the company. When he went to the living room, he found Fan Sizhu was already waiting there.
Seeing her coming down, Fan Sizhuo said respectfully: "Madam."
Lin Shutang didn't expect him to come, and said a little embarrassedly: "You've been waiting for a long time!"
"No, I just arrived a while ago."
Listening to his polite words, Lin Shutang did not take them seriously.
None of Li Yansheng's subordinates acted spontaneously. They always planned and prepared for anything they wanted to do long in advance.
Seeing Lin Shutang was about to go out, Aunt Lu came out of the kitchen: "Madam, my husband said you were going to visit a friend today, and he asked me to prepare the things on the stool."
Li Yansheng was as thoughtful as ever. Lin Shutang had been thinking about buying a gift for the visit later, but now it seemed unnecessary.
She suddenly thought that after being with him, she seemed to have less worries about anything.
It was past nine o'clock when Lin Shutang arrived at the hospital. Tang Li was guarding the ward. When she saw Lin Shutang coming, she stood up to greet him.
Seeing that the person on the hospital bed still had her eyes closed, Lin Shutang signaled her to go out and talk.
After watching Tang Li close the door of the ward, Lin Shutang finally spoke: "Sister Tang Li, did the doctor come to check on you this morning? What did he say?"
"It's not a big problem. My forearm was broken when I supported myself with my elbow. Everything else..." Tang Li took a deep breath and said, "Except for the child, everything else is fine."
Lin Shutang didn't know how to respond to such a heavy topic.
The two stood in the corridor for a while, and Lin Shutang heard footsteps. It was Qiao Shan.
He didn't look as energetic as usual, with obvious dark stubble on his beard. He must have been guarding here all night last night, and he looked a little depressed.
When he passed by Lin Shutang, he didn't say anything, but just nodded slightly and gestured.
Seeing Lin Shutang staring at Qiao Shan's back, Tang Yue spoke in a faint voice, "When I found him last night, it was in a private room in Xicheng. He was holding a woman in his arms. I told him that my sister had aborted his child, but he didn't believe it at all. I could tell from his genuine expression that he really didn't remember being with my sister at all."
She spoke slowly, but Lin Shutang could hear the sadness in her voice.
Lin Shutang wasn't very good at comforting people, didn't know how to start, and just listened quietly. Sometimes, the other person just needed an outlet to vent.
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