Chapter 146 My darling will live a long and healthy life, full of happiness and well-being.
Wen Yanyu was startled and quickly raised her arm to wipe away the man's tears, hurriedly explaining, "I was just joking, why are you crying? Oh, don't, don't cry, it's okay, I..."
Before he could finish speaking, Fu Hanchuan grabbed his hand and pulled him tightly into his arms.
The tightly clasped hands were trembling uncontrollably.
Tears kept sliding down the fabric at her shoulders, soaking and seeping in, burning hot.
Fu Hanchuan buried his face in his shoulder, not saying a word, just panting heavily, the suppressed pain accumulating into tears that uncontrollably streamed down his face.
The heavy breathing around me gradually deepened, turning into sobs, crying, and choking.
Uncertain words became the last straw that broke the camel's back.
He was willing to make that choice for his lover, but he was just an ordinary person, and he would inevitably feel fear when faced with the unknown of death.
It's inevitable to feel resentful when you're about to lose happiness that you've worked so hard to achieve.
He and Fu Zhiyan were one person; their thoughts were shared at that moment. They had both hypnotized themselves, believing that even if they left, Yan Yan would be well taken care of, with thirty years of lifespan and the company of her family, and that Yan Yan would be happy.
But seeing how vulnerable and miserable the other person looked while they were sick shattered that self-deception, and I couldn't help but feel fear and worry.
Besides them, is there really anyone who can stay by their loved one's side forever? Is there really anyone who can wholeheartedly give love to them again?
After he left.
Will Yan Yan really be happy?
As partners, they are the people who understand each other best. He knows Wen Yanyu's personality and what has sustained him until now.
After the plan was shared, he learned that a lifespan of thirty years did not necessarily mean that he would live for thirty years, but rather that there was a thirty-year chance of survival in his destiny line if no accidents occurred.
If you experience prolonged illness, injury, accidents, or even significant emotional fluctuations during this period, it can affect your final age.
Like a dying tree that has absorbed nutrients from another tree, it still has to face the unknown thirty years alone, with wind and rain, sun and drought, destruction and felling.
How long can his lover live on these thirty years?
He dared not think about this problem, and could only deceive himself again and again, thinking that maybe as long as Yan Yan's family came back, they would take good care of Yan Yan, they would definitely take good care of Yan Yan, who knows?
They're all betting on that probability.
They gamble on the slim probability that their loved ones will be happy and healthy, and that their loved ones will not be harmed.
"My dear child will live a long and healthy life, and be happy and healthy. Don't talk nonsense, I'm not."
Gone was his usual composure and arrogance. At this moment, Fu Hanchuan simply lowered his head, leaning tightly against Wen Yanyu, his hands trembling with fear, his eyelashes fluttering wildly, and he was sobbing uncontrollably.
Overwhelmed by intense fear, he was so choked up that he could barely speak, and could only rely on instinct and hope to repeat those extravagant hopes that even he no longer believed in.
"My darling will live a long and healthy life, and enjoy happiness and well-being."
[You don't love me, you don't love me, why are you crying like a little puppy? Show that same determination you had outside the hospital when you said you'd never love Wen Yanyu.]
[Where are the people who said they absolutely loved me but didn't care about me? Come out and say it again.]
[Daddy, my heart is aching so much watching this. I knew that my beloved brother would care a lot. If you don't love me, I'll never call you "I don't love you" again. I'm almost crying.]
Oh no, these two are just awful. They must have only been together a short time ago.
[So this is why the stubborn guy suddenly got together with Rabbit? Turns out, the saying "when your wife dies, you become honest" is true.]
Fu Hanchuan's sobs were intermittent, suppressed and very soft, even quieter than the sound of normal conversation.
But the people around him had already stopped what they were doing and were looking at him sideways.
This person, who frequently appears in financial reports and is always calm, composed, indifferent, and self-possessed in various interviews, rarely showing any major emotional fluctuations, was now crying like a child who couldn't be left alone.
"Don't cry, everyone's watching you, you're so embarrassing." Wen Yanyu gently patted Fu Hanchuan's back, coaxing him softly, "Don't cry, stop crying, I'm here."
Fu Hanchuan simply shook his head, not caring about his image at all, and rubbed his tear-stained cheeks against the warm body in his arms.
They attempted to remain forever.
Wen Yanyu sighed helplessly and gently stroked the man's fur, trying to comfort him as he cried incessantly.
Seeing the awkward atmosphere between the two, Jiang Wanrou lowered her eyes and abandoned the plan she had just made.
Duan Mufeng turned his head, shook the plush rabbit in his hand, and complained in a low voice, "It's over, it seems like your dad has no chance at all."
The plush rabbit drooped its head and slumped down as the man moved.
Sang Huai-ren frowned and remained silent.
Chu Xingbai drank her cola while looking down to send a message to the person whose contact name was "Older Sister".
[Sis, didn't your husband mention a really amazing medical team abroad? They're incredibly good at treating illnesses, and they say they have some kind of cutting-edge technology that can cure anything. I have a friend who's not feeling well, his condition is pretty bad, but I'm not sure what's wrong. Could you ask your husband to send me that team's contact information?]
Hurry, hurry! He gave me an adorable bunny! I would have starved to death if I hadn't been eating all the food from his harem the other day. I owe him so much! [kowtow][kowtow][hug his leg][crying][rolling on the ground][wriggling]
The message being typed on the other end flashed for a few seconds before slowly typing out a question mark.
[Oh, you were so unwilling to speak before, but now you're calling him brother-in-law? Have you finally agreed to let him in? (Evil grin)]
Chu Xingbai took a big gulp of his sugary drink and gritted his teeth.
[[Starry-eyed] What are you saying? My attitude towards him before was just to test him. My brother-in-law is so outstanding~ How could I look down on him~ Jiejie~ Please ask him for me~ Hmm~]
As soon as the message was sent, Chu Xingbai felt disgusted with himself and got goosebumps, and couldn't help but shudder a couple of times.
A message came quickly from the other end: [OK.]
[That rabbit you posted on WeChat Moments? It's so cute, I want one too.]
Lu Mingxu's eyes dimmed, his lips pressed into a straight line. After a long while, he slowly shifted his gaze and resumed playing the game with Chu Xingbai, who was drinking cola.
"It's so good to be loved." Sang Yu murmured unconsciously, propping her head up with her hand.
Time flew by and night fell.
After taking her medicine, Wen Yanyu went to bed early. She had just comforted Fu Hanchuan for a few moments before preparing to sleep.
There was a knock on the door.
Wen Yanyu was slightly taken aback, wondering who it could be so late at night.
Fu Hanchuan had already opened the door.
The person who knocked came in.
Fu Zhiyan was wearing pajamas, her hair was slightly damp, and she smelled strongly of shower gel, clearly having just taken a shower.
Fu Zhiyan, with a calm expression, very consciously carried a pillow and came in from outside the door. She said some things to Fu Hanchuan that he couldn't understand, then turned around and crawled into bed.
then.
The lights went out.
On his left was a cold, fluffy creature, and on his right was a warm, fluffy one. The two creatures tightly sandwiched him in the middle, holding his arms tightly. Apart from basic movements, he was almost unable to move.
One didn't explain why they came to this room, and the other didn't explain why they didn't mind at all having someone come in and sleep with them.
Caught between the two, Wen Yanyu looked around and stared blankly at the white wall above her head.
After taking the medicine, I couldn't help feeling sleepy. My eyelids felt incredibly heavy, drooping lower and lower, but my mind was unusually clear, and I just couldn't fall asleep.
The medicine gradually took effect.
That familiar and comforting fragrance lingered around my nose.
Even the strongest will cannot resist in the end. Wen Yanyu tilted her head slightly and slowly fell asleep.
In the darkness, Fu Hanchuan and Fu Zhiyan each stood guard on one side, not daring to leave for even a moment. Everyone in the room had their own thoughts, and surprisingly, they slept soundly through the night.
downstairs.
In the dimly lit bedroom.
Jiang Wanrou carefully and carefully placed the hair, still with the follicles attached, into a paper envelope. A toothbrush, still slightly damp, was wrapped in another small paper bag.
The once calm sea surface was finally broken, and the already turbulent seabed surged and rolled, mercilessly shattering the fragile tranquility.
Meanwhile, online discussions about the show continued.
Discussions range from Tao Huaishan's promotional material to Wen Yanyu's health issues, and Fu Hanchuan's inherently trending status and frequent appearances on trending topics since the show aired.
[Oh my god, is what Grandpa Tao and Aunt Jiang said true? Is Wen Yanyu really not going to live much longer? He doesn't seem like he's about to die.]
[Does anyone remember that Wen swallowed pills in the mountains before, and was rushed to the hospital for a long time? After being discharged, she was as thin as a sheet of paper. It's impossible that it had no impact... I suspect that Wen's current poor health might be related to the pills she swallowed.]
[Holy crap, if that's true, it's a real joke.]
[I just watched the edited version of the live stream, and it seems I understand why someone as busy as Fu would appear on a variety show. Perhaps he knew Wen's health wasn't good and wanted to spend more time with her.]
To be fair, someone like Fu is probably very concerned about his image and wouldn't reveal much emotion except to close friends and family. The fact that he's crying like this on a TV show means he's genuinely upset and can't hold it in anymore.
[This is a concrete manifestation of how love can make the proud bow their heads; even the King of Hell is crying like a little dog. Sigh, I hope Rabbit stays healthy.]
[I'm not a fan, but I just felt sad seeing Wen Yanyu so heartbroken. Imagine how much more painful it must be for someone close to you; I would have cried too.]
[I'm curious, if you're about to die, why didn't you stay home instead of going out?]
[What?! That's illogical! Does a cancer diagnosis mean you have to lie in bed and wait to die? Besides, Rabbit has been having a lot of fun with everyone except for Sang... well, you know.]
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In the early morning, sunlight streamed into the room.
I was awakened by an itch coming from my waist.
My whole body was covered in the sweat from last night, and the fabric around my waist was soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to my body and making me feel extremely uncomfortable.
The lower back and abdomen felt unbearably sore and swollen, as if ants were crawling from the skin and flesh, slowly penetrating into the bone marrow. It was both itchy and painful, like being on fire.
Wen Yanyu's eyelashes trembled. She had just opened her eyes and was still a little dazed. Her hand instinctively reached for her waist and abdomen.
Another cold hand reached out and firmly covered his wrist as he tried to scratch his wound.
Wen Yanyu suddenly woke up and turned her head to see Fu Zhiyan sitting on the edge of the bed.
My brain was stuck for a long time.
Then I remembered that the three of them slept together last night.
“Your back injury is quite severe, so it will heal more slowly than other injuries,” Fu Zhiyan explained to him. “There will be some discomfort when the wound is healing, but just bear with it and don’t scratch it. It should be healed in about a month.”
Fu Zhiyan explained to him little by little, her calm voice revealing no sign of anything amiss.
Lost in thought and feeling unwell, Wen Yanyu simply nodded, unaware of the man's almost transparently pale complexion.
The door opened.
Fu Hanchuan brought in a bowl of hot soup from outside.
One person helped.
One, please.
Wen Yanyu's expression remained blank for a long time.
So how did things suddenly turn out like this?
After more than ten days, the program gradually came to an end.
The wound on her waist and abdomen was sore and swollen. Apart from helping Aunt Jiang cook, Wen Yanyu stayed at home the whole time waiting to be fed.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the fact that the three of them were sleeping in the same room was not concealed.
Wen Yanyu lowered his head, holding a potato slicing block, thinking about how to cook the fish.
Duan Ge's should be made into meatballs, Xiao Yu, Xiao Bai, and Aunt Jiang's should be lighter, Lu Ge likes it a bit sour, so it can be made into fish soup, and Fu Hanchuan and the system both like it spicy.
Two portions need to be made...
Jiang Wanrou quietly circled around from behind and said softly, "After the show, would you like to come and stay at Auntie's house for a few days?"
The sudden sound startled Wen Yanyu, causing her to lose her balance and the knife grazed her wrist, drawing blood instantly from her palm.
Wen Yanyu chuckled. The wound was about 5 or 6 centimeters long, but fortunately it wasn't deep and there wasn't much pain.
I was worried that the blood would stain the vegetables.
Wen Yanyu casually put down the knife, subconsciously clenched his injured hand, then released it due to the pain, preparing to treat it hastily.
"Sure, I'd like to eat fried small fish." Wen Yanyu answered the woman's question casually, turning on the tap as if to rinse his wound with water.
He didn't notice the sudden change in the woman's expression behind him.
Her wrist was grabbed and her body was turned around, leaving Wen Yanyu looking completely bewildered.
"What are you doing!" Jiang Wanrou's pupils trembled slightly as she scolded him in his ear, "How could you put it directly under the running water! It hurts so much!"
Wen Yanyu shuddered, a hint of doubt in her eyes, and cautiously retorted, "It doesn't hurt. The wound isn't deep. I can just rinse it with water and wipe it clean later. What's wrong...?"
Faced with Wen Yanyu's expression, which showed he was completely unaware of any problem, Jiang Wanrou's expression froze, and the anger in her heart was extinguished as if by cold water, instantly subsiding by more than half.
An overwhelming sense of powerlessness surged up, and my limbs went limp.
Wen Yanyu blinked, not paying attention to the woman's strange reaction. He turned off the faucet that was still running and took out a tissue to wipe himself a couple of times.
"Then I can use paper too..."
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