Chapter 842 She can only blame herself
Le Yan's calm was something no one had expected.
When Lin Xiangyu came to visit her, she brought her white porridge and preserved radish made by Lin Minsheng.
It was only at this moment that Lin Xiangyu had the courage to tell Le Yan the truth.
In fact, Lin Minsheng had gone to the hospital for a check-up last year because of frequent headaches, and the result was brain cancer, which was already in the middle and late stages.
"Uncle Lin didn't tell anyone because the brain tumor was in a bad location. He felt that treatment would be a waste of money, so he just went to the hospital and got some medicine to take secretly."
Hearing Lin Xiangyu's words, Le Yan's tears flowed again. It felt as if someone was strangling her chest. She opened her mouth but couldn't feel any air. A suffocating pain came from deep in her throat.
"Uncle Lin's condition wouldn't have progressed so quickly, but during the peak of the flu season at the beginning of the year, he initially thought it was just a common flu. However, after a week of persistent high fever, he suddenly convulsed and went into shock while getting an IV drip in town. It was only when Uncle Wang and the others took Uncle Lin to the city hospital that they learned he had a brain tumor..."
"Uncle Lin's condition deteriorated rapidly. He briefly regained consciousness in the intensive care unit, and his only concern was you. He didn't want Uncle Wang to tell you, saying that you were about to go on tour and he couldn't let you be distracted. Uncle Wang had no choice but to contact me first..."
“I lied. Actually, my dad is fine, but to avoid you finding out, I had to lie and say he was sick… When I got to the hospital, Uncle Lin was already in a deep coma. He had three viruses plus cancer, and his condition had progressed to a point where even the doctors were helpless. I had no choice but to contact Mr. Fu. Yanyan, don't blame Mr. Fu. He did a lot of effort to save Uncle Lin, but… fate is just unfair. It wouldn't let Uncle Lin go… Even Mr. Fu couldn't help it…”
Le Yan closed her eyes, her wet eyelashes trembling rapidly.
She pressed her lips together tightly, but her pale lips still trembled uncontrollably.
How could she blame Fu Nian'an?
He has done enough.
She blamed herself, blaming herself for not noticing that her father was sick as a daughter.
Lin Xiangyu had already broken down in tears after saying so much: "Uncle Lin bought a new refrigerator, and it's full of preserved radish and peanut dumplings..."
Le Yan's pupils trembled, and she clutched her chest tightly with both hands. Her pale lips parted, but no sound came out.
She stared at the ceiling, her whole body tense, her face deathly pale.
Tears streamed from her dark, lonely eyes, but she stubbornly refused to cry out loud.
Lin Xiangyu bent down and hugged her, bursting into tears: "Yangyang, cry it out, you'll get sick if you keep it all bottled up, Yangyang, please cry it out..."
Le Yan remained silent.
The pillow was already stained with tears, and her body was trembling.
Her pale, bloodless lips moved slightly, and after a long, long time, her voice was finally heard.
She said, "I want to go home."
Lin Xiangyu paused, not having heard what she said, then released her and looked up, "Yangyang, what did you say?"
"I want to go home." Le Yan's empty, dark pupils slowly turned as she looked at Lin Xiangyu, and she spoke again: "Xiangyu, Brother Sheng left me some preserved radish, I have to go back and get it."
Lin Xiangyu sobbed uncontrollably, "But, but your body now..."
"I want to go home," Le Yan repeated stubbornly. "Xiang Yu, take me home, I want to go home..."
Lin Xiangyu's sobs choked.
Upon seeing this, Fu Nian'an, who had been standing silently at the foot of the bed, stepped to the other side of the bed.
He leaned down, his warm fingertips brushing against her moist eyes. "Yangyang."
When Le Yan heard his voice, she slowly turned her head.
When she saw Fu Nian'an, her tears flowed even more profusely.
“Fu Nian’an…” She pressed her lips together tightly, her chin trembling slightly as she tried to control herself. She choked back tears, her breathing becoming rapid: “I… I want to go home…”
Fu Nian'an gently comforted her, "Okay, I'll take you back."
Lin Xiangyu was somewhat worried that Le Yan's body wouldn't be able to handle it.
She looked at Fu Nian'an, "But Yangyang can't be exposed to drafts right now during her postpartum period..."
Fu Nian'an looked at Le Yan, gently stroking her head with his large hand, and said in a deep voice, "It's okay, I'll take care of it."
Lin Xiangyu looked at Fu Nian'an, suppressing the urge to persuade him further.
She had known for a long time that Mr. Fu was a hero sent by heaven to protect and redeem Le Yan.
For Yu Leyan, Fu Nian'an was like a warm, supportive hand, always able to hold her firmly in place, no matter the circumstances.
Le Yan's life was tough, but luckily, fate took pity on her and sent her Fu Nian'an as a sweet treat.
...
Fu Nian'an always keeps his word.
Le Yan was wrapped up like a rice dumpling.
Hat, mask, sunglasses, gloves—he was completely covered from head to toe, leaving no room for wind.
With everything ready, Fu Nian'an carried Le Yan and took the elevator directly to the underground parking garage.
After getting into the car, he immediately took off Le Yan's mask and sunglasses.
Chu Xing drove the black Maybach out of the underground garage.
In the back seat of the car, Fu Nian'an coaxed softly, "It'll take two hours to get home. Why don't you snuggle up in my arms and take a nap, okay?"
Le Yan was listless, leaning limply against Fu Nian'an's chest, and obediently nodded.
She actually had a slight fever, but the doctor examined her and ruled out postoperative infection as the cause. It was most likely that the fever was caused by her emotions.
Western medicine does not have a good solution for this condition.
Throughout the journey, Le Yan was half-asleep and half-awake, and every time she opened her eyes, she would subconsciously look out the window.
Fu Nian'an knew what she was looking at, so he lowered his head and kissed the corner of her still moist eyes. "We're not there yet, sleep a little longer."
Aside from persuading her to go to sleep, Fu Nian'an had no better solution.
Leyan was obedient and always closed her eyes. Because she was too weak, she would fall asleep again very quickly.
...
Two hours later, the Maybach finally arrived at the village entrance.
The car can't go any further after it gets here.
Fu Nian'an had already asked Chu Xing to make the arrangements in advance.
Chu Xing borrowed a tricycle from a villager.
It's the kind of electric tricycle with a windshield.
This was the first time in Fu Nian'an's life that she had ridden in such a down-to-earth mode of transportation.
He was tall and had long legs, so much so that he couldn't stretch them out in the tricycle. But in order to make Le Yan in his arms more comfortable, he endured the pain of his knees hitting the frame again and again.
The alleyway was uneven, and the tricycle bumped and scraped its way in.
Fu Nian'an's knees were also covered in bruises from all the bumps and bruises along the way.
But he held Le Yan firmly the whole time without saying a word.
The tricycle stopped in front of the Lin family's house.
Chu Xing got out of the car and ran to the back to pull open the windshield curtain.
Fu Nian'an carried Le Yan and quickly got out of the car.
Chu Xing immediately covered Le Yan's head with the coat he was holding, his movements swift, ensuring that Le Yan wasn't exposed to even a gust of wind.
Fu Nian'an carried Le Yan and strode into the house.
Lin Xiangyu, her eyes red, trotted in behind her, clutching a thermos and looking at Le Yan with concern. "How is she? Is her fever still rising?"
Fu Nian'an glanced around and said, "Close all the doors and windows."
Chu Xing and Lin Xiangyu hurriedly closed all the doors and windows in their house.
However, even with all doors and windows tightly closed, the indoor temperature in self-built houses in the south is still very low.
Fu Nian'an carried Le Yan to the solid wood sofa and sat down, lifting the coat that was covering Le Yan's head.
Le Yan was fast asleep and completely unconscious.
Fu Nian'an called her softly, gently stroking the corner of her eye with her fingertips.
Le Yan frowned and slowly opened her eyes.
It took her a while to fully wake up. She glanced around and saw her familiar home. She suddenly pursed her lips.
My throat tightened, my eyes welled up with tears.
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