Chapter 39 No one dared to say it was bad.
There was complete silence on the other end of the phone.
Lin Zhao didn't hear the voice on the other end. With her eyes slightly closed, Lin Zhao's breathing gradually calmed down, and her phone almost fell to the side.
But then, a muffled groan suddenly came from the other side.
Lin Zhao, lying on the bed, frowned in dissatisfaction. Just as he was about to turn over, he realized something was wrong.
Who is calling me?
Lin Zhao opened her eyes, rolled out of bed to look at her phone, and saw that the phone number on the phone was one she had never seen before.
The only difference is that the IP address listed above is from the same city as mine.
"Hello?"
Lin Zhao was very cautious, but there was no response from the other side, and strange noises could be heard from time to time.
Lin Zhao instinctively hung up the phone, her expression one of shock and uncertainty.
Where did this BT come from?
Lin Zhao felt that her phone was dirty.
oi!
There's something dirty inside!
Startled, Lin Zhao grabbed her fluffy pajamas and jumped out of bed, rushing to Fu Yansheng's room.
He knocked on the door, but Fu Yansheng did not answer.
To prevent drafts, Lin Zhao carefully lifted the hem of her pajamas before opening Fu Yansheng's room door.
Inside, the lights were off, and the cold room was empty.
There were no signs that anyone had slept on the bed.
Lin Zhao was a little confused. After returning from the old house, Brother Fu went back to his room.
But now these people have just disappeared?
Lin Zhao thought for a long time, and could only think of one place.
That's the study.
But... why are you still working at this hour?
Lin Zhao approached the study door and, sure enough, saw the bright white light coming from inside.
Knock on the door.
"Brother Fu?"
A muffled sound penetrated the doorway. Fu Yansheng leaned back in his office chair, his lower body completely obscured by the desk. Hearing Lin Zhao's voice, Fu Yansheng reached out and covered his open phone, his gaze falling on the open computer screen.
With the scent of sandalwood filling his nostrils, and confirming that nothing had been overlooked, Fu Yansheng finally grunted in agreement and let Lin Zhao in.
Lin Zhao simply opened the study door and peeked in from the doorway. She saw Fu Yansheng sitting in front of the computer, looking rather unwell, as if he was still busy working.
"Why is Brother Fu still working?" Lin Zhao asked with concern.
Fu Yansheng rearranged the documents on the table with one hand before answering Lin Zhao softly, "Assistant Fan and the others sent over a few documents at the last minute, and I thought I'd take a look first. I didn't expect it to be so late at night now."
Lin Zhao frowned upon hearing this. It was so late, and he hadn't expected that they were all working overtime while he was the only one resting.
Fu Yansheng changed the subject: "Zhaozhao, what happened that brought you here so late?"
Upon hearing this, Lin Zhao remembered the purpose of her visit to Fu Yansheng.
"I just received a phone call that had no sound, and I'm a little scared."
Lin Zhao did not hide anything.
Last time I tried to hide it from Fu Yansheng, and he gave me a good scolding.
Lin Zhao also understood that Fu Yansheng was doing all this for her sake.
So this time, I didn't intend to keep it from Fu Yansheng.
Fu Yansheng frowned upon hearing this.
Lin Zhao sensed that Fu Yansheng's expression was a little off and was about to step forward to say something.
Fu Yansheng then said, "Go to my room first, I'll come over after I finish packing the documents."
His voice was no different from usual. Lin Zhao tilted his head and then nodded quickly.
It must have been from catching a chill last night that made my cold worse.
Lin Zhao thought to herself.
Instead of returning to Fu Yansheng's room, she went downstairs and rummaged through the medicine cabinet to find medicine to prevent colds.
I also got a glass of warm water.
After Lin Zhao left, Fu Yansheng leaned back, and there seemed to be some other strange smells added to the sandalwood incense.
Fu Yansheng took out a wet wipe from the drawer, gently wiped his fingertips, then threw it into the trash can next to him and tidied up his documents.
Only then did he stand up and leave the study.
He originally intended to stay in the study overnight.
When Fu Yansheng returned to his room, he saw Lin Zhao sitting on the sofa, arranging the medicine.
"Brother Fu, you didn't look well just now, take your medicine first!"
Lin Zhao handed the water to Fu Yansheng, then watched intently as Fu Yansheng took the medicine she had given him.
Without the slightest hesitation.
"Brother Fu, it's been so cold these past few days. Even if there's heating at home, you can't stay in the study all night." Lin Zhao grumbled as she went to the bed and rubbed the pillow.
Then she sat on the bed and obediently looked at Fu Yansheng.
When Fu Yansheng looked over, he even patted the person next to him and said, "Brother Fu, Brother Fu, come to sleep!"
Lin Zhao was still half asleep when she was startled by the phone call, and she ran up and down to find medicine for Fu Yansheng.
My mind feels completely foggy right now.
I can't help but want to close my eyes as soon as I touch the bed.
Lin Zhao was holding the corner of the blanket in her arms. Fu Yansheng glanced at Lin Zhao, who was already half-asleep, straightened his pajamas, and then lay down next to Lin Zhao.
"Brother Fu, it's cold."
Lin Zhao was in a daze, only feeling as if a huge furnace had been placed next to her, and she was rolling towards Fu Yansheng.
Fu Yansheng hummed in agreement, reached out and hugged Lin Zhao, then tugged at the corner of the blanket with one hand and turned the temperature up a bit.
He then closed his eyes slightly.
But in my dreams, all I see is Lin Zhao.
When Fu Yansheng woke up again, he only found that the person next to him was burning hot.
Fu Yansheng opened his eyes almost instantly, sat up and hugged Lin Zhao. Lin Zhao looked listless, her pajamas slightly open, and she nestled in his arms, appearing exceptionally delicate.
"Zhaozhao?"
Fu Yansheng called out to Lin Zhao softly.
Seeing that Lin Zhao seemed unable to hear him, he quickly took out his phone to notify the family doctor.
Fu Yansheng's face was pale and unpleasant.
He was in a state of panic.
When Uncle Lai arrived, he only saw Fu Yansheng sitting on the bed with Lin Zhao in his arms, looking flustered and motionless.
"Mr. Fu, please put Young Master Lin down first. You might make him catch a cold if you hold him like this."
Uncle Lai offered a soft word of advice, his face filled with anxiety and urgency.
Lin Zhao was fine last night, so why did she suddenly develop a fever now?
Upon hearing Uncle Lai's words, Fu Yansheng simply wrapped Lin Zhao in the blanket without listening to Uncle Lai's advice to put Lin Zhao down.
The doctor, seeing this, didn't ask the family any further questions.
They were just doing their job of taking temperatures.
But while receiving the IV drip, Fu Yansheng placed Lin Zhao on the bed.
After saying this, the doctor wanted to wipe his cold sweat; Fu Yansheng was not someone to be trifled with.
Unexpectedly, even though Fu Yansheng's expression was not good, he still obediently put Lin Zhao down.
"Why did you suddenly develop a fever?"
Fu Yansheng watched as the doctor administered an IV to Lin Zhao, noticing the slightly bluish skin on Lin Zhao's hand from the needle.
Fu Yansheng tightened his grip on Lin Zhao's hand.
After considering it for a moment, the doctor said, "It's probably because he caught a chill last night."
Upon hearing this, Fu Yansheng subconsciously thought of the phone call he had made to Zhao Zhao.
If it weren't for me, Zhao Zhao wouldn't have been frightened and wouldn't have run out of the warm room to look for me.
Running up and down the hills, he caught a cold and suffered this kind of pain.
"Just make sure the young master doesn't catch a cold," the doctor said softly.
Fu Yansheng nodded.
The doctor will stay at the Fu family's house tonight, in case anything else happens to Lin Zhao.
Uncle Lai yawned. Seeing that it was already morning, he got up and said he was going to cook porridge for Lin Zhao so that she could eat it when she woke up.
Fu Yansheng did not refuse upon hearing this.
But after his uncle closed the door, Fu Yansheng looked at Lin Zhao lying on the bed.
Pale, devoid of its former vitality.
Zhao Zhao, who used to chatter and call him Brother Fu, was now lying on the bed with a pale face.
"sorry."
Fu Yansheng lowered his head slightly and gently touched Lin Zhao's forehead with his forehead.
Lin Zhao slowly opened her eyes and looked at Fu Yansheng's face, which was very close to hers. Lin Zhao felt her heartbeat stop for a moment.
He then smiled slowly and said, "I'm sick, why are you apologizing, Brother Fu?"
Lin Zhao's forehead was still burning, and her voice was very soft.
He felt someone talking beside him and desperately wanted to open his eyes to see.
Unexpectedly, all I saw was Fu Yansheng looking like this.
Lin Zhao knew that it was because her pajamas were too big, and she hadn't held them tightly while running up and down the stairs, allowing the wind to seep in from under them, which made her catch a cold.
It has nothing to do with Fu Yansheng.
Fu Yansheng has no reason to blame himself.
"Brother Fu, I want to eat cake and drink milk tea!"
Lin Zhao gently raised her head and watched as Fu Yansheng sat up straight.
Under Lin Zhao's expectant gaze, Fu Yansheng slowly... refused?
"Brother Fu doesn't want to eat."
Lin Zhao was stunned when she heard these five words.
ah?
When did Fu Yansheng start saying such things?
He was still making fun of himself.
Lin Zhao pursed her lips.
He looked dissatisfied.
Fu Yansheng then quickly coaxed Lin Zhao, "Once you're better, you can eat whatever you want."
Lin Zhao rubbed against the corner of the blanket before obediently saying, "Okay."
"Brother Fu, I want to sleep a little longer."
Lin Zhao obediently spoke to Fu Yansheng.
Fu Yansheng hummed in agreement and said, "Okay."
He gently patted Lin Zhao's back, coaxing her.
Seeing Lin Zhao obediently close her eyes, Fu Yansheng did not make any move.
Even when Assistant Fan sent messages, Fu Yansheng only replied via WeChat.
Fan Zhu has already dealt with all the Fu family members. As for the old lady and the others?
Now they can't use the only leverage they have, so even if they wanted to control Fu Yansheng, they have no way to do so.
At the Fu family ancestral hall, the old lady wanted to stop Fu Yansheng from placing his mother's memorial tablet there, but...
The Fu family now belongs to Fu Yansheng.
When Lin Zhao opened her eyes again, the first person she saw was Fu Yansheng. Fu Yansheng had been looking at his phone, but when he saw that Lin Zhao was awake, he put his phone down.
Then they called a doctor.
The doctor came to confirm that the fever had subsided and there was nothing else wrong, then they packed their things and left.
Uncle Lai stepped forward carrying a bowl of chicken porridge that had been simmering for a long time.
"Young Master, this is chicken porridge that I've been cooking for you for a long time!"
The servants brought over a small table. Lin Zhao originally wanted to reach out herself, but unexpectedly Fu Yansheng took the spoon directly.
He slowly scooped up a spoonful, gently blew on it, and waited until it wasn't so hot before bringing it to Lin Zhao's lips.
Uncle Lai couldn't bear to look at him.
He reached out and gestured for his servant to follow him away.
Make sure to close the door before leaving.
Lin Zhao was slightly taken aback by Fu Yansheng's gentle actions, but still obediently drank her porridge.
After drinking until he was half full, Lin Zhao finally spoke up to refuse.
"Brother Fu, no need."
Lin Zhao originally thought that Fu Yansheng would have Uncle Lai come in to clean up, but he didn't expect that Fu Yansheng would use the spoon that Lin Zhao had used to eat to finish the remaining half bowl of porridge right in front of him.
Lin Zhao's face flushed red instantly.
Lin Zhao's fair skin was flushed. Fu Yansheng was just about to tidy up the small table in front of him when he noticed Lin Zhao's strange expression.
He reached out to touch Lin Zhao's forehead.
It's not hot.
Lin Zhao pointed to the bowl in Fu Yansheng's hand: "Brother Fu, that's what I left over."
Lin Zhao was a little embarrassed.
Fu Yansheng chuckled upon hearing this.
"Is Zhao Zhao looking down on Brother Fu?"
Fu Yansheng lowered his voice, and one could hear the grievance in it.
Lin Zhao quickly waved her hand: "Of course not, I just..."
"I just feel that Brother Fu shouldn't eat what I left over; it's not right."
It could lead to misunderstandings.
"It's not bad, and nobody dares to say it's bad."
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Author's Note: - Today's Mini-Drama:
Mou Zhuo (holding a microphone): Mr. Fu, how are you feeling right now?
Fu (coughs lightly, takes the microphone): It's all my fault! [bursts into tears]
Zhao (hurriedly explaining to Fu): It has nothing to do with Brother Fu, it's all because I didn't hold my pajamas properly ovo [shrug]
Fu (bursting into tears): It's all because I didn't hold Zhaozhao properly, so it's all my fault [bursting into tears]
Seeing the chaotic scene (of flirting), Mou Zhu remained silent [glasses].
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