Chapter 374 What did Chenchen just call him?
If Cui Hao really chooses to protect Mu Yunshu, when Nan Yan finds out... that annoying title of "godfather" will be over.
Lu Yiran had long been unhappy about the fact that Cui Hao was Chenchen's godfather, but he knew he was in the wrong, so he never dared to say anything in front of Mu Nanyan. But now it was different. If Cui Hao dared to offend him again, he would tell Nanyan about it and see what he would do.
He suddenly seemed to remember something and opened the calendar to calculate the time. Nan Yan should be back by now, right?
Unconsciously, Mu Nanyan has been on a business trip for six days. Should she be back tomorrow? Her answer...
At this moment, Lu Yiran was already a little impatient to know her answer.
Due to the time difference and Mu Nanyan's busy work, they haven't been in touch for several days.
When Lu Yiran thought that Mu Nanyan would be back soon, he felt particularly good and was in the mood to work seriously.
At 4:30 in the afternoon, Lu Yiran appeared at the kindergarten gate on time.
When Chenchen walked out slowly, he keenly noticed that something was wrong. The usually lively little guy looked like a wilted cabbage today, and he didn't even notice that the strap of his schoolbag was dragging on the ground.
Lu Yiran squatted down and looked at the child, then reached out and touched his flushed cheek:
"Chenchen? Are you feeling unwell?"
Chenchen shook his head, his eyelashes casting a shadow under his eyes: "I'm just a little sleepy..."
Lu Yiran glanced at his watch. He shouldn't be sleepy at this time.
But he didn't take it to heart, thinking that Chenchen had just had too much fun in Beijing the past two days and was not used to going to school suddenly. It was just what Song Rui often told him about as holiday syndrome, and it should be fine in a couple of days.
He placed his warm palm on Chenchen's back and gently pushed:
"Then go home and rest early."
The situation was even more obvious at dinner. Chenchen, who usually could eat two bowls of rice, only ate half a bowl, and even took only one bite of his favorite sweet and sour pork ribs.
Lu Yiran was about to ask when Chenchen suddenly put down his chopsticks:
"Uncle Lu...I'm full. I'm going to sleep first."
Lu Yiran glanced at the time and frowned unconsciously. It was only eight o'clock.
Usually at this time, the little guy is either playing with Legos in the living room or sitting in the living room watching TV. But today he actually asked to go to bed?
He reached out to touch Chenchen's forehead, but the child turned his head away.
"Shall I run the bath water for you?"
Chenchen shook his head, his voice much softer than usual:
"No, I can do it myself."
After taking a shower, Chenchen climbed onto the bed obediently and soon fell asleep curled up in the quilt.
Lu Yiran closed the door gently and went to the study to do his work.
He thought the child was probably just tired and would be fine after a night's rest, so he didn't take it too seriously.
However, by the time he finished his work, it was already late at night.
He rubbed his sore neck and got up to check on Chenchen's room.
The moment he pushed open the door, his heart suddenly tightened. Chenchen's face was flushed, his forehead was covered with sweat, his brows were furrowed, his little mouth was slightly open, and he was mumbling something anxiously.
"Chenchen?"
Lu Yiran quickly walked to the bed, reached out and touched it, and the temperature from his palm was frighteningly hot.
His breath stagnated, and he immediately took out his cell phone and called his family doctor, his voice filled with a rare panic:
"Doctor, Chenchen has a high fever. Please come over as soon as possible!"
The doctor arrived quickly, and after a careful examination, he sighed:
"The temperature difference between Beijing and Haicheng is huge recently. The child has been traveling back and forth, and his immunity has dropped, so he caught a cold."
He gave Chenchen a fever-reducing injection, left some antipyretic medicine, and instructed:
"Tonight is critical. The temperature may fluctuate, so you need to pay more attention. If the fever subsides in the morning, it's nothing serious."
Lu Yiran nodded, and after sending the doctor away, he stayed by Chenchen's bedside without leaving.
He wiped Chenchen's burning forehead and palms with warm water over and over again, checking his body temperature from time to time, his brows always furrowed.
Chenchen slept restlessly, occasionally groaning in discomfort. Lu Yiran would gently pat his back and whisper to comfort him:
"Dad is here, it's okay..."
He hardly slept the whole night, and it was not until dawn that Chenchen's fever subsided a little.
Exhausted, Lu Yiran leaned on the small sofa in the bedroom and fell asleep unknowingly.
In the early morning, sunlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains. Chenchen opened his eyes drowsily, his throat dry and his head a little dizzy.
He tilted his head slightly and saw Lu Yiran curled up on the narrow sofa, covered only with a coat, his brows still slightly wrinkled, as if he was not sleeping well.
Chenchen's heart ached and his eyes instantly turned red.
He remembered that when he was drowsy last night, someone had been whispering in his ear, someone had wiped his sweat with warm hands over and over again, and someone had stayed up all night watching over him...
Apart from Sister Yan, this is the first time someone has taken care of him all night. Is this what it feels like to have a father?
He opened his mouth, his voice hoarse, but he still subconsciously called out the name he hadn't called for a long time -
"dad……"
Chenchen's voice was very soft, but Lu Yiran suddenly woke up and almost jumped up from the sofa.
He was stunned for a moment, then quickly walked to the bed, reached out and touched Chenchen's forehead, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that the temperature had dropped.
But the next second, he suddenly realized, what did Chenchen just... call him?
He looked down at Chenchen, his throat tightened and his voice trembled:
"Chenchen, what did you call me just now?"
Chenchen blinked, a little wet still on her eyelashes, and repeated softly but clearly:
"dad……"
Lu Yiran's eyes were hot, and his heart seemed to be tightly grasped, and then suddenly loosened.
He leaned over and gently held Chenchen in his arms, caressing the back of his head with his palm, his voice low and gentle:
"Yeah, Dad's here."
At this moment, all the fatigue disappeared, leaving only a heart full of tenderness and gratitude.
Lu Yiran gently let go of Chenchen, brushed away the sweat-soaked hair on his forehead with his fingers, and asked in a low voice, "Are you feeling any worse?"
Chenchen shook his head, his voice still weak from illness:
"Just a little thirsty..."
Lu Yiran immediately stood up and poured a glass of warm water, then carefully supported Chenchen's back and helped him sit up.
Chenchen held the cup and took small sips. The warm water slid down his dry throat, making him feel more comfortable.
"Are you dizzy? Does your throat hurt?"
Lu Yiran took the empty cup and casually rubbed the back of Chenchen's hand with his fingertips to confirm that the temperature had returned to normal.
Chenchen pursed his lips, hesitated for a moment, and then said honestly:
"My throat hurts a little..."
Chenchen was afraid that Lu Yiran would worry after he finished speaking, so he quickly added:
"But it's better than last night!"
Lu Yiran looked at him trying to keep himself together, and his heart felt warm and bitter.
He reached out and pressed the corner of Chenchen's quilt:
"Rest at home today and don't have to go to kindergarten."
"real?"
Chenchen's eyes lit up, and then he seemed to remember something and asked cautiously,
"So... today you..."
Chenchen had subconsciously called out "Dad" before, but when asked to say it again this time, he was a little unable to say it. After hesitating for a long time, he could only use "you" instead.
Lu Yiran rubbed the top of his head, his tone gentle but firm,
"I'll accompany you. We're not going anywhere today."
Chenchen couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth, but he sneezed a little the next second.
Lu Yiran immediately became nervous and reached out to take the thermometer:
"Feeling bad again?"
"No, no! My nose just itches a little."
Chenchen quickly shook his head, his nose still red, but his eyes curved with a smile.
Lu Yiran felt relieved at this. He watched Chenchen lie down again and carefully tucked in the corner of the quilt for him.
The morning light shone through the gauze curtains onto the bedside, softening Chenchen's pale face.
He suddenly remembered something and asked softly:
"Are you hungry? What do you want to eat?"
Chenchen blinked and whispered:
"When I was sick before, Sister Yan would cook porridge for me. I want to eat the porridge cooked by my father..."
Lu Yiran was stunned. His cooking skills were really hard to describe. Usually, the chef in the villa would prepare the meals and send them to him. He didn't expect Chenchen to make this request.
But looking at the child's expectant eyes, he nodded without hesitation:
"Okay, you lie down and rest, I'll go cook."
When walking out of the room, Lu Yiran looked back at the small figure on the bed. A certain empty corner in his heart was being filled bit by bit with a warm and full emotion.
Lu Yiran gently closed the door, stood in the corridor and took a deep breath, the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably.
He raised his hand to his forehead and chuckled softly, the emotions surging in his chest almost overflowing - Chenchen called him dad.
He walked quickly to the kitchen, rolled up his shirt sleeves, and thought about how to cook the porridge.
But when he stood in front of the stove and looked at the dazzling array of kitchen utensils, he realized that he had no idea how much rice to put in.
"No, we can't mess this up."
He muttered to himself, took out his cell phone and called the villa chef.
"Master Chen, please come over now."
He paused and added,
"You don't have to do it, just stand by and teach me."
Half an hour later, Chef Chen stood in the kitchen, stunned to see his boss, wearing an apron and staring seriously at the electronic scale weighing rice.
"Mr. Lu, there's no need to be so precise..."
Lu Yiran didn't even raise his head:
"No, Chenchen has a weak stomach, the proportions must be accurate."
Master Chen swallowed his saliva and instructed carefully:
"Add water to this mark...yes, that's it. Now bring it to a boil over high heat, then reduce to a simmer."
Lu Yiran was concentrating on it as if it were an important contract, stirring it gently with a spoon from time to time.
As the porridge began to bubble, he suddenly remembered something:
"Do you want to add some vegetables? But Chenchen doesn't like carrots..."
“You can add some minced chicken to make it easier to digest,” Master Chen suggested.
Lu Yiran immediately did as he was told. His slender fingers held the knife and he chopped the chicken breast into fine pieces. His movements were clumsy but extremely serious.
Sweat dripped down his temples, and the cuffs of his white shirt were stained with water, but he was completely unaware.
Master Chen looked at the timer and reminded:
"Mr. Lu, the porridge is ready."
Lu Yiran turned off the fire, filled a small bowl, and blew it cool carefully.
He took a spoonful and tasted it, frowning slightly:
“Is it too bland?”
"Light food is more suitable for sick children," explained Master Chen.
Lu Yiran nodded and suddenly said: "Master Chen, what happened today..."
"I understand, I won't tell anyone." Master Chen smiled knowingly.
Lu Yiran walked to Chenchen's door with a tray and knocked gently.
At this moment, he suddenly felt a little nervous, just like the anxiety he felt when negotiating a business deal for the first time.
He took a deep breath and opened the door.
"Chenchen, the porridge is ready."
The sunlight shone on the head of the bed. Chenchen propped himself up and looked at him with sparkling eyes.
Lu Yiran suddenly felt that all the hustle and bustle in the kitchen this morning was worth it.
Lu Yiran sat on the edge of the bed, carefully scooped a spoonful of porridge, blew it gently to cool it down, and then handed it to Chenchen's mouth.
Chenchen opened his mouth obediently, and the warm porridge slid into his throat, carrying a faint aroma of rice and the sweetness of chicken.
"Is it tasty?"
Lu Yiran asked in a low voice, with a barely perceptible nervousness in his eyes.
Chenchen nodded, his eyes curved into crescents:
"Delicious! Daddy's porridge is the best."
When Lu Yiran was busy outside, Chenchen prepared himself mentally for a long time before he could call out the word "Dad" with peace of mind at this time.
Lu Yiran felt a warmth in his chest, and he couldn't help but reach out and rub his hair, continuing to feed him spoonful by spoonful.
Chenchen felt relieved when he saw that Lu Yiran didn't show any disgust.
Although Chenchen didn't have much of an appetite, he still tried his best to finish the whole bowl of porridge.
"So good."
Lu Yiran put down the bowl and gently wiped the corner of Chenchen's mouth with a tissue.
"Sleep a little longer. When you wake up, you'll be well again."
Chenchen did still feel a little tired, so he lay down obediently, and his eyelids soon became heavy.
Lu Yiran tucked the quilt for him, sat by the bed and watched him quietly for a while. After confirming that his breathing was stable, he tiptoed out of the room.
At around three o'clock in the afternoon, there was a rustling noise coming from Chenchen's room.
When Lu Yiran pushed the door open, he saw that the little guy had sat up by himself and was stretching lazily. His face was rosy and his eyes were bright. How could he look sick at all?
When Chenchen saw him, he immediately smiled brightly:
"Dad! I'm awake!"
Lu Yiran walked over and touched his forehead. The temperature had returned to normal.
He couldn't help but sigh: "It's good to be young. I recover so quickly."
Chenchen smiled and threw off the quilt and jumped out of bed, jumping twice on the spot:
“I feel like I’m resurrected!”
Lu Yiran pressed his shoulders and said helplessly:
"Don't jump around now that you're feeling better. Be careful not to catch a cold again."
Chenchen stuck out his tongue, but still stopped and looked up at Lu Yiran:
"Dad, I'm hungry..."
Lu Yiran laughed:
"Hungry right after waking up?"
Chenchen nodded vigorously: "Yes! I want to eat..."
Before Chenchen could finish his words, Lu Yiran interrupted him directly:
"No, I just recovered from my illness. The doctor said you can only eat light food today."
Chenchen pouted, but soon smiled again and reached out to hold Lu Yiran's fingers:
"Will you eat with me?"
Lu Yiran looked at his expectant eyes, his heart softened, and he nodded:
"Okay, I'll accompany you."
The sunlight shines through the window onto the floor, casting two shadows, one large and one small, very close together and very warm.
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