Chapter 8: Third sister vomits blood, recalls Zhou Yanli
Lin Shu's voice was full of brokenness. Zhou Yanli didn't even have the courage to look back at her and walked out of the room.
When he came back, he had a cup of hot milk in his hand.
Lin Shu ignored him. Once he made a decision, he would not change it.
Nothing he did could move her.
"Lin Shu, Wen Xin's life has been saved. I'll tell her slowly once she gets better."
He seemed to be promising something to Lin Shu, but unfortunately Lin Shu was unmoved.
Feeling the quilt being pulled open, Zhou Yanli got on the bed and hugged her tightly from behind.
He was warm, like a stove in winter, pressed against her back.
The heat waves grew higher and higher, but Lin Shu remained unmoved.
His lips moved closer to her ear, his warm breath sprayed on her earlobe and brushed across her face. The two of them were so close that those hot memories instantly penetrated Lin Shu's mind like ghosts.
"After she recovers, we will no longer have any contact. I will always be your husband, your only man."
He kissed her gently, but Lin Shu did not respond.
Until his hand touched her face, his fingertips were warm and cool.
She cried—
Zhou Yanli knew that he had neglected his young wife during this period, so he wanted to work harder to make up for it.
He kissed her cheeks and shoulders, and gently took off her clothes. Tentatively, not noticing her rejection, he wanted to go further.
The picture of them hugging each other was reflected blurry in the floor-to-ceiling window.
Lin Shu grabbed his restless hand and silently turned around to meet his eyes.
"Zhou Yanli, have you slept with her? How many times?"
Zhou Yanli's dark eyes were dark and unclear, with a layer of depth at the bottom. His expression as he stared at Lin Shu was unfathomable.
Lin Shu was waiting for his answer. She wanted to know if every time he made love with her, he would rush to Wen Xin's place, and if he was as impatient with her as he was today.
Men, how come you don’t mind the dirt?
Before Zhou Yanli could reply, his cell phone rang first.
It was a call from the other end, and Zhou Yanli immediately got out of bed.
There was no one beside Lin Shu, and Zhou Yanli's low voice came to his ears.
"Warm?"
Oh--
It's like this again.
Lin Shu didn't even want to think about what would happen next.
"Daddy, please come back soon. Aunt Wen is vomiting blood."
It was Zhou Shuang's voice.
Zhou Yanli put on his clothes immediately. Lin Shu was cold from head to toe.
"Something happened to Wen Xin. I have to rush over there."
Zhou Yanli didn't even look at Lin Shu again and left in a hurry.
The milk was still placed on the bedside, as if Zhou Yanli's fleeting tenderness just now was just an illusion.
Lin Shu was sad and thought of his daughter.
When something happened to Wen Xin, Zhou Yanli would of course only take care of Wen Xin.
Zhou Shuang is only a five-year-old child, who would care about her?
She immediately got up and changed her clothes.
"Madam, are you going out so late?"
Seeing that the husband had just left in a hurry and his wife came out again, Wu Ma thought that his wife was going to chase after him to have a quarrel.
"Um."
She didn't have time to talk to Wu Ma.
Zhou Yanli's black RV drove into the wind and snow, followed by Lin Shu's Ferrari.
He was driving so fast that he didn't notice the red sports car in the rearview mirror that was following closely behind him at first, but as the road became more and more slippery, the Ferrari finally stalled.
A touch of red in the vast white of the night is particularly eye-catching under the street lights.
I was so worried about my daughter that I didn't notice the snow outside was getting heavier.
She sat in the car, feeling the cold surrounding her, and took out her cell phone to call Zhou Yanli.
Everything was silent. It was so cold and late, and there was not a single person on the road.
There wasn't much gas left in the car, and it was still several hours before daybreak. No matter how thick her clothes were, they wouldn't last long. Without heating, she would freeze to death.
The cell phone kept ringing in Zhou Yanli's car, and the words "Lin Shu" were flashing on the screen.
Zhou Yanli took a quick glance and didn't answer the call since it wasn't from his daughter.
Wenxin vomited blood. She just had surgery today and they said it was successful. Why did she vomit blood?
He was not in the mood to chat about love with Lin Shu at this moment. He wanted to save Wen Xin.
Just like before, Wen Xin was willing to save him at the risk of her own life.
Lin Shu had been calling Zhou Yanli. She wanted to ask him to come back and take her to Pansan Road to see her daughter.
If something really happens, she can take her daughter back.
But no matter how many times she called, no one answered.
She was getting colder and colder sitting in the car. In ten minutes, she would be frozen.
Helplessly, Lin Shu could only abandon the car that could not be driven on the road by the side of the road and get out by himself.
The entire street was covered in snow. Every time Lin Shu took a difficult step, heavy footprints were left behind. She walked while braving the wind and snow to make a phone call.
My hands were so stiff that I could barely hold the phone, but no one answered.
Zhou Yanli returned to Pansan Road as quickly as possible.
The black RV drove into the yard, and the servant came out immediately to open the door for him when he saw his car.
"Sir, my wife vomited a lot of blood."
Zhou Yanli didn't notice that the servant changed Miss Wen's title to Madam, and he went upstairs in two steps.
The hired caregiver was cleaning the blood stains and changing the bed sheets.
"Warmth—"
Wen Xin was being fed liquid food in the room. Zhou Shuang handed her the painting she had just finished with a sweet smile on her face.
"Aunt Wen, look, this is you and Daddy, and this is me. I drew us playing at the playground."
Wen Xin pulled the corner of her lips weakly.
The expected tragedy did not happen, and Zhou Yanli breathed a sigh of relief.
He almost thought something had happened to Wen Xin.
"Mr. Zhou, Miss Wen vomited some dirty blood. She was just given a nutrient solution. She's fine."
Zhou Yanli walked to the bedside, Wen Xin smiled at him with a pale face: "I'm fine, don't worry."
Her voice was so soft that Zhou Yanli could only read her meaning by her lip shape.
"Daddy, please don't leave anymore. What if something happens to Aunt Wenxin?"
Zhou Shuang hugged Zhou Yanli, afraid that he would leave again.
Zhou Yanli touched her little head and said calmly, "Don't worry, Daddy will stay with you and Aunt Wen."
"Then you are not allowed to answer if Mommy calls."
Zhou Shuang was afraid that Lin Shu would urge Zhou Yanli to go back again, so Zhou Yanli gently felt the body of the phone with his fingertips and finally chose to turn it off.
"Okay, no."
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