Chapter 129 She's getting anxious
Yu Yan has switched into workaholic mode again.
Once the chip officially went into production, she shuttled between meeting rooms, laboratories, and classrooms every day, and also went into the factory to observe the production status and provide technical guidance, keeping herself extremely busy.
I've been busy until very late every day these past few days, and when I get home from get off work it's already past midnight. Facing a cold stove and empty pots at home, I don't have the motivation to cook a late-night snack.
Everything felt like a return to my childhood.
Her family wasn't home; she was all alone, cooking and going to school by herself.
Sometimes she would sit on the sofa in the living room, staring blankly at the kitchen, and in her reverie she would see busy figures in the kitchen, and that gentle voice would ask her, "Would you like to add a few fried eggs to your snail rice noodles?"
The figure seemed to be sitting at a desk, writing a paper and typing on a keyboard, with the warm yellow light of the desk lamp shining on him, clean and comforting.
Even just sitting there silently makes her feel at ease.
Her chat window with Shao Muyan remained silent.
Since the day she moved, she hasn't replied to the rent money Shao Muyan transferred to her or the messages he sent. Shao Muyan hasn't sent her anything else.
Compared to exchanging several messages a day before, their relationship seemed to have suddenly cooled down.
Huazhidao has been in frequent contact with Yu Yan these past few days. After all, they are now business partners and it's a time when they need to coordinate their work. Yu Yan spends most of her day with Huazhidao.
Like Yu Yan, Hua Zhidao is also a workaholic; when they get busy, they easily forget to eat and sleep.
Yu Yan is fine, she's used to this work rhythm. Hua Zhidao, on the other hand, had a stomach problem from attending too many drinking parties when he started his business years ago, so he needs to eat on time.
In addition, Song Cheng kept a close eye on him, reminding him to eat and take his medicine at mealtimes, and also asking Hua Zhidao to take pictures and send them to him. If he didn't do this for more than half an hour, Song Cheng would call him repeatedly.
When he gets home tonight, Hua Zhidao will get another beating.
That afternoon, as I left the factory, I saw Song Cheng's car.
The suburbs were dusty, and Song Cheng's white car was quickly covered in a layer of dust. Hua Zhidao walked towards the car while patting the dust off his clothes.
"I'm covered in dirt, and he'll probably complain about me when I get in his car."
Yu Yan smiled. In the past few days, she had personally witnessed how henpecked President Hua was.
"Auntie."
Suddenly a shout rang out, and Yu Yan abruptly turned her head, only to see Shao Yun getting out of the car. Her eyes lit up instantly, "Yunyun!"
Yu Yan hadn't seen Shao Yun for several days and really missed him.
Shao Yun jogged towards her, and Yu Yan picked him up without thinking.
After nuzzling the little guy's face, Yu Yan belatedly realized something and said embarrassedly, "I rubbed your face all over with dust."
"It's okay." Shao Yun's germaphobia didn't flare up with Yu Yan, and he held her tightly, refusing to let go.
On the other side, Song Cheng, while complaining, brushed the dust off Hua Zhidao.
Song Cheng is a person who knows how to enjoy life. He drove them directly to a private sauna. After taking a bath and going to the sauna, they went to eat hot pot together.
As the weather gradually cools down, a hot pot meal is just so comforting.
The moment Yu Yan ate the tripe, she felt as if her soul, which had been wandering away these past few days, had returned. This was truly the best meal she had eaten in the past few days.
"We started eating."
Song Cheng took pictures of the hot pot with his phone, seemingly video chatting with someone, saying, "Thanks for the treat, boss."
Yu Yan was slightly taken aback. Just as she had a premonition, she heard a familiar, deep and clear voice coming from the phone, "Make it generous, add more tripe, duck intestines, beef aorta, and lettuce. She loves to eat them."
"Alright, with me here, how could anyone go hungry?" Song Cheng hung up the phone without chatting with Shao Muyan any longer.
Yu Yan silently lowered her head.
Even though no one mentioned her by name, Yu Yan found it hard not to relate to her.
Shao Muyan mentioned several of her favorite foods.
But just now, judging from his voice, it sounded like he had a cold; it was very hoarse.
The thought had just crossed Shao Yun's mind when, as if by telepathy, he said to Yu Yan, "My uncle has caught a cold and has been coughing badly these past few days. He won't let me come over to keep him company."
Yu Yan frowned. "You have a cold? Is it serious?"
"It's quite serious."
Song Cheng picked up the conversation, saying while simmering the meat in the hot pot, "The viral flu has been quite severe lately, and it can easily lead to pneumonia. It's also quite contagious. Ayan has been working from home for the past few days, isolating herself for several days."
Yu Yan frowned again, unable to even pick up her chopsticks.
Yu Yan put down her chopsticks and stood up.
The three people at the table all turned to look at her.
Yu Yan had already quickly picked up her coat. "You guys take your time eating. I'll go check on things."
Who are we going to see? It goes without saying.
"Don't go—" Song Cheng shouted, "His illness is really contagious!"
"It's alright." Yu Yan said without turning her head. "I'm not afraid."
Shao Yun stood up as well, wanting to go with her, but his aunt walked too fast, almost running, and soon disappeared.
Song Cheng was stunned. "Did I exaggerate too much?"
“That’s quite an exaggeration,” Hua Zhidao said expressionlessly. “It’s like Ayan is about to die.”
Song Cheng kicked him under the table.
"Isn't it because I'm worried about them?"
Song Cheng pulled Shao Yun to sit down, "Give them some space, you don't need to come along. Your uncle just has the common flu, it's not contagious, don't worry."
Shao Yun looked at Song Cheng: "You're lying."
"What do you know, little brat?"
Song Cheng tapped Shao Yun on the head. "I call this embellishment, a white lie. If I didn't say that, how could I find out your aunt's true feelings? Look how anxious she was, she rushed over right away."
"..."
Hua Zhidao and Shao Yun shook their heads in unison, cursing inwardly: "They only want to stir up trouble."
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Yu Yan was really anxious.
She was the one who kicked him out, and as a result, Shao Muyan fell ill as soon as he left. Yu Yan even thought that Uncle Yan was made sick by her.
Shao Muyan has already shown her great tolerance and respect. If it were anyone else, they would have suffered such treatment without having done anything wrong. He has taken care of her for so long, and instead of being grateful, she repays kindness with enmity. She is truly heartless!
On her way to Shangzhou University in a taxi, Yu Yan was extremely anxious and felt incredibly guilty.
She felt that Shao Muyan was just tired.
Taking care of someone is tiring enough. He's already busy enough with work, and she's been causing him trouble ever since he returned to China.
During her hospitalization, Shao Muyan was busy with all sorts of things and was quite exhausted. She should have given Uncle Yan a good rest after she was discharged, but what did she do?
Yu Yan's eyes were bloodshot, and she even wanted to hit herself a couple of times.
As soon as the car stopped, Yu Yan went to the pharmacy and bought a lot of cold medicine. She carried the medicine upstairs and rang the doorbell.
I was panting heavily from running too fast.
A cough came from behind the door. Shao Muyan thought it was his assistant bringing him some documents, so he opened the door without looking to see who it was. When he saw Yu Yan, he was stunned.
"Yan Yan? What brings you here?"
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