Chapter 136 The Empress Has Arrived! Get Out of the Way!
P.S.: I've been too busy and have been taking medication that makes me extremely sleepy. Today is the last day for 1,000 words. I'll finish the remaining 3,000 words tonight. You can read this chapter tomorrow morning. After today, I'll resume normal updates.
Fu Zhiyan looked at Wen Yanyu's bloodless face, swallowed hard, and after a long while, finally managed to squeeze out, "You can't do this again...it will cause trouble."
Wen Yanyu nodded slightly, her eyes drooping.
Fu Zhiyan pressed her temples and said helplessly, "Don't be so impulsive next time. The safety officers are still on the shore. Why did you go into the water?"
"No matter what, it's still a human life. I'm a good swimmer, and besides, I have the abilities you gave me. Nothing will happen..."
Wen Yanyu hung her head dejectedly, knowing why Fu Zhiyan was angry and that she hadn't thought things through.
Although he also disliked that man, he had received countless lessons from his upbringing and the countless others he had encountered in his past lives.
No one ignored him because he did bad things or because he was a villain. The main characters, supporting characters, and even ordinary passersby who had lent him a helping hand were all there.
All of this made it impossible for him to remain indifferent as he watched a living person die before his eyes, especially since he was a father.
He understood that, no matter what, the loss of a family member was not something anyone could easily accept.
Fu Zhiyan rubbed her temples and sighed helplessly.
Knowing they couldn't persuade each other, the two looked at each other in silence, and the ward fell silent again, the air seemingly frozen, suffocating and oppressive.
"Yan Yan..."
The sound of the door opening rang out along with a familiar male voice.
Wen Yanyu's fingertips trembled slightly as she turned her head little by little, following the sound.
Fu Zhiyan frowned and followed the boy's gaze.
Outside the door, Fu Hanchuan was dressed in a black overcoat with a high collar, his black hair was disheveled, and his face, which was slightly paler than usual, had a more ascetic air about it.
Almost the instant he saw who it was, Wen Yanyu's dark eyes lit up, and he immediately threw off the blanket covering him.
She didn't even have time to put on her shoes; she jumped off the bed barefoot and threw herself into the man's arms.
Fu Hanchuan was prepared. He spread his arms, one hand around the waist and the other around the knee, and caught the person who was rushing towards him, preventing Wen Yanyu's feet from touching the ground.
Why didn't you answer my calls?
"I sent you so many messages, but you didn't reply to any of them."
The words of grievance slipped out, tinged with a hint of bitterness.
“I asked Wan Haihui and Shen Huainan to come find you, but they didn’t reply to me. I thought something had happened to you.”
A barrage of questions accompanied by expressions of longing.
"I miss you." Wen Yanyu buried her face in Fu Hanchuan's chest, her hands tightly wrapped around the man's waist, unwilling to let go.
All the thoughts I had in mind about throwing a tantrum and scolding the other person when I saw them vanished the moment I actually met them; all I wanted to do was hold them tightly.
They wouldn't let go for even a moment.
I dare not let go.
Fu Hanchuan was comforting the person in his arms when he inadvertently glanced at another person in the ward, and their eyes met.
Invisible smoke rose into the air.
Fu Zhiyan was the first to look away.
Fu Hanchuan lowered his head, gently patted Wen Yanyu's back, and explained, "I was too busy with work the other day and accidentally overexerted myself, ending up in the hospital."
"I slept for a long time in the hospital before waking up."
"I rushed over as soon as I woke up and saw on my phone that you were in trouble."
"I'm sorry, I was wrong, I was wrong." Fu Hanchuan leaned down slightly, his warm breath mixed with the fragrance of sandalwood and a soft kiss, landing on his brow.
Wen Yanyu tilted her head back and gently returned the kiss to the man's lips.
"I shouldn't have ignored your call and made you worry. Can you give me a call?" Fu Hanchuan coaxed gently.
Wen Yanyu shook her head, like some kind of pitiful little animal. After finally returning home, her flustered heart had not yet been completely calmed down, and she still nestled in the man's arms, unwilling to come out.
Seeing this, Fu Hanchuan smiled helplessly and carried the person back to bed.
Wen Yanyu nestled in Fu Hanchuan's arms until they got back into bed, at which point she remembered to introduce herself.
“He is Fu Zhiyan.” Wen Yanyu lifted her head from Fu Hanchuan’s embrace and looked at the silent Fu Zhiyan. “He is the system I told you about before.”
Upon hearing this, Fu Hanchuan seemed to have just noticed, and turned to greet Fu Zhiyan: "Hello, I am Fu Hanchuan, Yan Yan's lover."
Fu Hanchuan drew out the syllables, emphasizing the last two words.
Fu Zhiyan's eyes darkened, revealing an unconscious scrutiny and irritation. He gave a perfunctory greeting.
Fu Hanchuan's eyes curved slightly, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. "Thank you for taking care of Yan Yan for me these past few days."
I?
Fu Zhiyan frowned.
The two exchanged words, their words carrying an undercurrent of tension.
Wen Yanyu listened to the conversation between the two, then peeked out from Fu Hanchuan's arms and noticed that the atmosphere between them was not good.
Thinking of all the unresolved issues, Wen Yanyu suggested, "I think I can be discharged now. Shall we go out and talk some more?"
The gentle words were spoken.
The two, who had been arguing fiercely, stopped talking, looked at each other at the same time, and said in unison, "No way."
They all spoke in unison.
"Stay in the hospital and don't go anywhere for the next couple of days."
Wen Yanyu: "...?"
Wen Yanyu pursed her lips.
How did these two suddenly unite?
Just then, another female voice came from outside the door.
"Baby!"
Wen Yanyu turned his head away.
Jiang Wanrou looked haggard, with dark circles under her eyes. Her long hair was tied up, and she wore a beige coat. She carried a thermos and rushed in from outside.
The woman's gaze swept over the two people in the room, slowly settling on the two who were clinging to each other.
He held up the insulated container and a large bag of packed lunches, saying, "Are you hungry? I brought you some food."
Wen Yanyu was stunned for a moment, then immediately jumped up from Fu Hanchuan.
Jiang Wanrou had already walked to the bedside, opened the thermos, and a rich aroma of meat wafted out.
Having been hungry for most of the day, Wen Yanyu unconsciously swallowed when he smelled the aroma of food. His eyes sparkled as he looked at the woman, like a little rabbit waiting to be fed.
Jiang Wanrou forced a smile, ignoring the other two people in the ward, and poured out a bowl of chicken soup.
"Hurry up and eat something first. You need to eat well to recover properly."
Wen Yanyu nodded vigorously, took the chicken soup, and gulped it down.
Jiang Wanrou glanced sideways.
Fu Hanchuan quickly stood up, giving the woman his place, and then stood on the other side of the bed to help set out the food.
On the small dining table by the hospital bed, there were various dishes that Jiang Wanrou had brought: a small dish of steamed fish, stir-fried cabbage with vinegar, beef with peas, and boneless chicken soup.
Everything he likes!!!
Wen Yanyu ate bite by bite of food, her eyes shining. With food in her mouth, she mumbled her thanks: "Thank you, Aunt Jiang. It's delicious. I've been starving here."
Jiang Wanrou smiled and said, "As long as it tastes good, that's fine. I just borrowed the kitchen from a restaurant to make it. Once you're discharged from the hospital and come to live at home, I can make it for you every day."
"I'll feed you until you're chubby."
Wen Yanyu thought for a moment, assuming the woman was exaggerating by inviting him to her home, so he nodded and replied with a smile, "Thank you, Auntie."
The two, who had completely forgotten about feeding the other person, were speechless.
"No need to thank me, it's my pleasure." Jiang Wanrou's eyes were gentle as she poured a glass of warm milk and placed it on the small table.
He patted the boy's head.
Wen Yanyu squinted comfortably at the woman's touch, showing no resistance and thoroughly enjoying it.
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Judging from the way Wen Yanyu ate, he was really hungry.
The three of them tacitly remained silent.
The afterglow of the setting sun streamed into the room through the glass. The single ward was not decorated like a serious and bleak hospital, but rather like a simply furnished small bedroom.
The system that accompanied him through countless reincarnations, which he always cherished and missed, has now come to his world to accompany him on his journey into an unknown future.
She was unconsciously treated as a kind of "substitute" by him, and she remained by his side, even if that concern was just out of goodwill between friends.
Fu Hanchuan, who was originally worried that something might happen and was even too scared to look at his phone messages, was now leaning against the bedside. The unique scent of adult male hormones, mixed with a faint sandalwood fragrance, surrounded him, as if embracing him.
Wen Yanyu slightly raised her eyes, unconsciously lost in thought.
It was like arriving at a dreamlike harbor, and my nerves, which had been tense for many days, suddenly relaxed.
Although it's unknown how long this illusion can last.
But the body still subconsciously stays there.
A strange feeling welled up inside me, like wanting to shut up and end the conversation when I was around strangers or people I didn't know well.
But when I'm with family and loved ones, I always have so much to talk about, and just listening to them chat makes me feel extremely relaxed.
Wen Yanyu started chattering away, trying to warm up the atmosphere of distance and coldness.
However, due to a lack of social interaction and local experience, the guidance was clumsy, sounding like random, disorganized, and meaningless remarks.
Even I could hear the problem.
Wen Yanyu buried her head in her food, feeling inexplicably awkward.
But the three of them quickly understood.
They exchanged a glance and spoke stiffly.
Out of place.
Strive for harmony.
They awkwardly continued speaking, one sentence at a time, but they actually started chatting. None of the three of them were people who liked to talk loudly, and they also started talking because Wen Yanyu was there.
Even though their hearts were churning with turbulent emotions, they tacitly softened their voices and chatted about everyday matters and amusing anecdotes.
Thinking that her guidance had worked, Wen Yanyu smiled and held the bowl, tilting her head and glancing at the sunset outside the window from time to time.
Like a rabbit finally returning to its nest, Wen Yanyu was relaxed and carefree.
The people around him also unconsciously relaxed their expressions.
"By the way," Jiang Wanrou changed the subject and suddenly asked, "Yan Yan, I remember you started living alone in your third year of junior high, right?"
Wen Yanyu presents herself as an orphan to the public and has not explicitly stated on the show that her parents are not alive.
However, she mentioned her childhood in an interview, but only vaguely. According to information found by various media outlets, the public generally believes that Wen Yanyu lost her parents when she was young, rather than being abandoned at birth.
And she...
There's another theory...
Those suddenly appearing fragments of memory that shouldn't exist, that are inexplicable and impossible to ignore, that grow ever clearer, and that intimacy and pain that have been inexplicable since the first encounter.
This made her, even though she had never given birth and had been a staunch materialist for decades, want to pursue the matter to the end.
Jiang Wanrou asked casually.
Wen Yanyu was enjoying her meal when she suddenly heard this question. Her heart skipped a beat, and her fingers unconsciously tightened their grip on her chopsticks.
He gave a soft "hmm," didn't look up, and continued eating with his head down.
"Have you considered getting a DNA sample taken? The technology is so advanced now; you can input your DNA into a database and it can be compared. You…"
Jiang Wanrou spoke again, her fingers trembling slightly, her voice dry and trembling: "Have you ever thought that maybe, perhaps, you still have relatives around, right?"
Knowing that this matter is too absurd and the excuse is even more outrageous, saying this is no different from rubbing salt into someone's wounds.
Jiang Wanrou pursed her lips, trying her best to remain calm, but she still couldn't hide the anxiety in her heart.
“My husband can do it there. I’ll take you there after the show ends. It’s very convenient, and the finger prick blood test doesn’t hurt.”
Jiang Wanrou stared intently at the young man in front of her, her words stammering and disjointed, a strange light flickering in her eyes.
Fu Hanchuan frowned, looking at the woman with a puzzled expression.
Fu Zhiyan glanced sideways, his gaze lingering on the woman's face for seven seconds.
Slowly move it away.
Wen Yanyu lowered her eyes and shook her head, "There's no need for that."
According to Siye, his family was completely wiped out of the world. All he can do now is wait, wait for an unknown day, a day when the so-called world line is modified.
If only simple DNA entry could find family members who were deleted by a bug, that would be great.
Countless knocks on the door at night during his youth, the backs of figures he encountered time and again in the alleys and streets, his repeated loss of control, being mistaken for a madman, his moments of excitement and disappointment.
Even now, having learned from Si Ye that his parents might be returning, perhaps due to some kind of protective mechanism within his body, he can no longer have much hope.
As long as there are no expectations.
Disappointment won't be so painful.
He couldn't bear to face disappointment again.
"How could this be!" Jiang Wanrou blurted out in a panic, "Maybe it's..."
Jiang Wanrou covered her mouth, swallowing the rest of her sentence, which would make her sound like a lunatic.
His long, slightly drooping eyelashes concealed the expression in his eyes, and he didn't notice anything unusual about the woman.
Wen Yanyu replied indifferently, "That method won't work on me. My family couldn't have had their DNA recorded."
The atmosphere in the ward quieted down again.
After the topic of family came up, Wen Yanyu ate half-heartedly, her appetite clearly affected.
After swallowing the last bite of rice, Wen Yanyu put down her chopsticks, picked up her milk, and gulped down most of the glass.
Fu Hanchuan pulled out a tissue and skillfully wiped his mouth. Wen Yanyu also tilted his head slightly, about to say a few words to warm up the atmosphere.
The sweetness in the milk appeared a few seconds later.
It slowly spreads in your mouth.
The sweetness of the sugar cubes is neutralized by the milky aroma, and the two blend together perfectly.
Wen Yanyu was stunned.
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