Chapter 843 It turns out that fate had never been kind to her.
Fu Nian'an took the thermos cup from Lin Xiangyu and held it to her lips: "Drink some warm water first."
Le Yan stared at the thermos in front of her almost numbly.
Fu Nian'an didn't rush her, patiently waiting for her while holding her cup.
After a while, Le Yan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and then she lowered her head and obediently drank a sip of water.
After finishing her water, she looked at Lin Xiangyu.
"Xiangyu, where's the preserved radish that Brother Sheng saved for me?"
Her voice was very soft, hoarse and weak, tinged with illness.
Xiangyu's eyes welled up with tears. "The new refrigerator is in the storage room. I'll show you..." Lin Xiangyu said, sniffing.
Le Yan stood up from Fu Nian'an's arms, looked at Fu Nian'an and said softly, "Xiang Yu and I will go in and take a look, we'll be out soon."
Fu Nian'an patted her head and replied gently, "Okay, take your time, no rush."
...
Lin Xiangyu helped Le Yan into the storage room.
The storage room was filled with many old items.
A brand-new refrigerator stood in the corner by the window, looking out of place among the old things in the room.
When Le Yan saw the refrigerator, the image of Lin Minsheng stuffing things into it involuntarily came to mind.
She slowly walked to the refrigerator, raised her hand, and opened the refrigerator door—
The four-door refrigerator was completely full.
Jars of pickled radish made by Lin Minsheng were piled up in the food storage compartment.
The quick-freeze compartment was also filled with peanut dumplings that Lin Minsheng had made by hand.
This is Lin Minsheng's concern for Leyan, and even more so, a father's final love for his daughter.
That simple-minded man, who had no blood relation to her whatsoever, gave Le Yan a profound yet warm fatherly love through his ordinary and unassuming life.
Le Yan's vision gradually blurred. She covered her mouth, squatted down, and could no longer hold back her sobs.
"Xiangyu, I don't have a father anymore..."
Lin Xiangyu hugged her and then burst into tears.
“You still have Mr. Fu, and you still have me. You will have many fans who love and support you in the future. After you and Mr. Fu get married, you will have children, Yanyan... You are not alone. You still have us. We will all love you just like Uncle Lin did…”
“But this isn’t fair… I clearly saved enough money. I was planning to build a big villa for Sheng Ge this year. I haven’t even taken him to see the snow in Beicheng yet. We made a promise that when we went to Beicheng, I would take him to see the ice sculptures… Xiangyu, I’m so stupid and useless. Sheng Ge died without ever seeing the snow in Beicheng. I’m unfilial, I’m an unfilial daughter. I’ve never let Sheng Ge enjoy any happiness in my life…”
"No, that's not how it is, don't say that..."
Lin Xiangyu hugged her and explained through tears, "You've done so well. You've always treated Uncle Lin like your father and this place like your home. That's the greatest reward for Uncle Lin. When Uncle Lin is lucid, he tells me most often that he's very content to have this daughter in his life. He didn't want me to tell you because he knows you're working hard for your dreams."
“Yangyang, actually Uncle Lin knows everything. He knows that you haven’t had an easy time in the entertainment industry these past ten years. Because he knows this, he chooses not to expose you whenever you only tell him good news and not bad. He’s been saving all the money you give him…”
“He said he was initially very worried about you, but seeing how good Mr. Fu is to you, he felt at ease. He asked me to tell you not to feel regret or blame yourself, that he has simply gone to another world to continue protecting you in a different way…”
Lin Xiangyu's words did not comfort Le Yan. She still felt guilty and remorseful, and still could not forgive herself for neglecting Lin Minsheng.
But she also knew that everything was beyond repair.
Lin Minsheng is dead. The Lin Minsheng who unconditionally supported and loved her has left forever.
Le Yan cried so hard she could barely breathe, and finally collapsed in Lin Xiangyu's arms from exhaustion.
"Yanyan?"
Lin Xiangyu hugged her limp body and shouted anxiously.
Fu Nian'an immediately rushed in and picked up Le Yan, "Chu Xing, call the doctor in..."
...
Le Yan's body was too weak, so Fu Nian'an finally decided to take her back to Beicheng to recuperate.
Lin Xiangyu still needs to stay in her hometown to sort out and handle Lin Minsheng's belongings.
As for the preserved radish and glutinous rice balls, Fu Nian'an had them airlifted back to Beicheng along with the entire refrigerator.
The refrigerator was moved into Le Yan's house the next day and placed in Le Xiaomiao's little house.
Le Xiaomiao developed a strong curiosity about the large object that had suddenly taken over most of her room.
It wiggled its round body and wandered around the refrigerator for a long time before finally jumping onto it, lying down and making a few low meows.
Perhaps it sensed that the kind, honest man was no longer there.
...
Three days have passed since I returned to the north of the city.
For the past three days, Leyan has been running a low-grade fever and has been in a daze, waking up crying and then falling back asleep crying.
Fu Nian'an stopped going to the company and stayed by her side every step of the way.
Dr. Han came several times with the head of the obstetrics and gynecology department. The physical examination showed no major problems, but the persistent low-grade fever was considered to be caused by emotional factors.
Fu Nian'an had no other choice but to ask Jin Huaimin to make the trip himself.
On the fourth day, Jin Huaimin took his student Xiao Zhao on a private plane directly to Beicheng.
They arrived at Mishima No. 1 at 3 p.m.
Fu Nian'an asked Aunt Luo to prepare some food for Jin Huaimin, wanting him to eat something before going to see Le Yan.
Jin Huaimin waved his hand, "I ate on the plane, let's check on the little girl first."
Fu Nian'an then made no further polite gestures and led Jin Huaimin into the master bedroom.
Le Yan was still in a coma.
Jin Huaimin took her pulse.
"A low-grade fever caused by emotional distress is nothing serious. Xiao Zhao, please fetch my acupuncture kit."
Xiao Zhao immediately went to fetch the acupuncture kit.
...
After the acupuncture, Jin Huaimin said to Fu Nian'an, "Take some medicine after the acupuncture, and the fever should break tonight."
Upon hearing this, Fu Nian'an nodded, secretly relieved.
He helped Jin Huaimin out of the bedroom.
...
Fu Nian'an and Jin Huaimin sat down on the sofa in the living room.
Aunt Luo brought over some tea and handed it to Jin Huaimin: "Mr. Jin, you've worked hard. Please have some tea."
"Thank you." Jin Huaimin nodded politely to Aunt Luo.
"You're too kind. I'm cooking porridge in the kitchen right now, and I have to go keep an eye on it. Please call me anytime if you need anything!"
"You go about your business."
Aunt Luo smiled and nodded, then turned and went back to the kitchen.
Le Yan is currently in her postpartum confinement period, and Shen Qingshu specifically instructed her to stay here for the next few days to help take care of her.
In fact, Shen Qingshu herself wanted to come, but Fu Nian'an didn't think this was the right time to meet the parents, so Shen Qingshu gave up on the idea.
In the living room, Jin Huaimin picked up his teacup and took a few sips of tea. Then he put the teacup down and sighed heavily.
His sigh immediately gave Fu Nian'an a bad feeling.
Grandpa, is there something you want to say?
Jin Huaimin swept the kitchen, then looked at Xiao Zhao: "Take the prescription I just wrote to the nearby pharmacy to get the medicine."
Xiao Zhao nodded knowingly, "Okay."
...
After Xiao Zhao left, Jin Huaimin looked at Fu Nian'an and said, "This young lady's health... I'm afraid it will be very difficult for her to get pregnant again in the future."
Fu Nian'an's breath hitched.
Half a minute later, Fu Nian'an raised her hand to touch her face, and spoke again, her tone extremely heavy, "Is there really no hope at all?"
"She was already born with a deficiency, and this miscarriage, coupled with the emotional trauma, has made her situation even more pessimistic. I've said before that she was born with a deficiency, and the improper feeding during her early childhood has caused coldness to accumulate in her body. The treatment is just an unknown attempt. In short, based on my diagnosis, she is not suitable to get pregnant again. Even if she does get pregnant again, she won't be able to keep it. Repeatedly experiencing this kind of thing will only cause her more harm."
Fu Nian'an frowned and clenched her fists.
Despite being mentally prepared, hearing Jin Huaimin's words in person still made his chest feel incredibly tight.
Jin Huaimin raised his hand and patted Fu Nian'an on the shoulder: "I think that since things have come to this point, we might as well find an opportunity to talk things out with the girl as soon as possible, so as not to drag it out and cause any unforeseen complications."
A deathly silence fell over the living room.
Fu Nian'an lowered her head and remained silent.
He understood everything Jin Huaimin said.
But he wasn't sure if Le Yan could accept this fact.
...
The master bedroom door had been quietly opened a crack at some point.
After Jin Huaimin and Fu Nian'an fell silent, the gap closed quietly.
In the bedroom, Le Yan's back was pressed against the door panel, her face deathly pale.
She returned to bed, utterly dejected.
Lie down again and slowly close your eyes.
Tears rolled down her cheeks as she gripped the blanket tightly with both hands, her knuckles turning white.
The snow outside the window has stopped.
The first winter I spent with Fu Nian'an is coming to an end.
Will there be a second winter?
Le Yan didn't know.
Her heart was encased in thick frost.
It turns out that fate had never been kind to her.
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