ith you I only said that whoever is worthy of President Lu. Why are you reacting so much…""I..." Fu Xiaoyao took a deep breath to calm herself, realizing her actions just now were too impulsive. She q..."I'm fine." Fu Xiaoyao gave a strained smile, her throat feeling a bit dry as she replied, "It's just that the wind is a bit cold."
Aunt Song rubbed her palms, "Well then, Madam, perhaps we should go inside"
"It's fine, let's just wait for Han Chuan a bit." Fu Xiaoyao shook her head, her eyes fixed on the rain curtain.
After staring for about a few minutes, Lu Hanchuan came back carrying Qi Ya, his clothes soaked with rain.
He and Qi Ya were both drenched to the bone by the rain, and Qi Ya lay in his arms, her wig sticking to her face, making it impossible to see her expression.
But the skin she revealed was almost transparently white, like that of a corpse.
It can be seen that Qi Ya's situation is very bad right now.
But none of that mattered to Fu Xiaoyao. All she cared about was Lu Hanchuan.
"Han Chuan..." As Lu Hanchuan walked by with Qi Ya in his arms, Fu Xiaoyao subconsciously called out to him.
However, Lu Hanchuan ignored her and directly carried Qi Ya into the villa without even giving her a glance, completely ignoring her.
Fu Xiaoyao's little face turned pale, and her heart felt a chill for a moment.
She tightened her grip on Song Yi's hand, her voice a bit hoarse. "Song Yi, do you think he didn't hear me, or did he hear and deliberately ignore me"
Auntie Song felt her sadness and patted her hand comfortingly, “Madam, don’t overthink it. Perhaps your husband truly didn’t hear you. After all, the rain was so loud, it's understandable.”
"Yes, but I feel like he did it on purpose. When he walked past me holding Qi Ya just now, I saw the worry in his eyes. He was nervous about Qi Ya." Fu Xiaoyao's face showed a hint of bitterness.
Even though she had prepared herself mentally.
When she truly saw Lu Hanchuan so nervous and attentive to Qi Ya, her heart still felt very uncomfortable.
This is enough to prove that although he said on his lips that he had no feelings for Qi Ya and didn't care about her, what he thought in his heart was not the same. He still cared about Qi Ya, even if this feeling wasn't as heavy as before, she was different to him after all. After all, first love is unforgettable, she didn't understand.
Aunt Song's eyes were sharp, she could tell what Fu Xiaoyao was thinking. She let out a quiet sigh and then said with a teasing tone: "I think Madam, you are worrying too much. It is normal for Mr. to be nervous about Qi Ya. If I were in his shoes, I would be nervous too."
"Huh" Fu Xiaoyao was taken aback, not quite understanding why she was speaking to Qi Ya.
Aunt Song smiled, "Madam, think about it, Qi Ya's like that. If we don't hurry and get her to the hospital, what if she dies at the doorstep That would be so unlucky! I think Mister must be thinking that way, which is why he's so anxious."
Fu Xiaoyao's mouth twitched, she couldn't help laughing and crying, "Aunt Song..."
How could she not know that Auntie Song was intentionally saying these things to comfort her and prevent her from overthinking
Although she wasn't completely better, she did feel a little bit relieved.
"Alright, madam, let's go inside. It's too cold out here, you might catch a chill." Aunt Song reminded.
Fu Xiaoyao nodded. "Let's go."
Back at the villa, the living room was empty, apparently everyone was upstairs.
Fu Xiaoyao was a little worried that Lu Hanchuan would take Qi Ya to their room, so she quickly pulled Aunt Song upstairs with her.
After going upstairs, she realized that this time she had overreacted.
Lu Hanzhan didn't put Qi Ya in the master bedroom without regard for boundaries, but instead carried her into a guest room.
This let Fu Xiaoyao breathe a sigh of relief, and at the same time, she felt a little embarrassed for misunderstanding Lu Hanchuan.
She blushed and knocked on the door to the guest room. The door was ajar, not fully closed, so after two knocks she didn't wait for a response from inside before pushing it open and walking in.
The room was very quiet. Qi Ya lay in bed, while Lu Hanchuan sat by the bed, his eyes fixed on Qi Ya without ever leaving.
This scene deeply wounded Fu Xiaoyao's heart, making her eyes begin to well up with tears.
She bit her lip, wondering if he had sat by her bedside like this during her previous faints.
"Madam," Aunt Song noticed that Fu Xiaoyao's mood was off, and she knew she had started to overthink things again. She gently pushed her, bringing her back to reality.
Fu Xiaoyao also reacted to her own gaffe, took a breath, and called out to the man sitting by the bed, "Hankang."
"When did you come in" the man asked, looking up.
Fu Xiaoyao's face darkened.
He actually asked them when they came in
It turns out she knocked on the door just now, and he didn't hear her at all.
Did he look at Qi Ya with such deep fascination
Thinking about this, Fu Xiaoyao pursed her lips and replied in a somewhat cold tone, "Just came in."
Lu Hanchuan pressed his temples, not hearing her unhappiness. He stood up and said, "It's good that you're here, change her clothes, hers are wet."
"But sir, there are no clothes belonging to Miss Qi Ya here," Song Yi spoke up.
Lu Hanchuan frowned, then looked at Fu Xiaoyao.
After understanding what he meant, Fu Xiaoyao felt a little uncomfortable and lowered her eyes, "I know. I'll find a set of clothes for myself in a while. But Hanchuan, you should hurry up and take a shower and change your clothes too, or you'll catch a cold."
"Well, I'll go now." Lu Hanchuan said, and left the guest room.
Only Fu Xiaoyao, Song Yi, and the unconscious Qi Ya remained in the room.
"Aunt Song glared at Qi Ya disapprovingly and asked, “Madam, are you really going to change clothes for her”
"So what Wasn't that exactly what Hanchuan meant just now" Fu Xiaoyao tugged at the corner of her lips in response.
Aunt Song let out a cold snort, "Mr. Chen really is something else. He knows you and this woman don't get along, yet he still asked you to bring her clothes."
"Alright, Aunt Song, that's enough. Just wait here for me, I'll go get my clothes." Fu Xiaoyao was about to leave.
Aunt Song grabbed her, “Madam, don’t go there, this woman isn’t worthy of wearing your clothes! I’ll get mine.”
"Is that alright" Fu Xiaoyao blinked in surprise.
Aunt Song smiled at her, "What's wrong with that Just change her clothes."
After finishing her words, Aunt Song left the room.
She soon returned with a set of clothes.
Fu Xiaoyao glanced at it and found that the clothes were old-fashioned in color and style, looking like something an aunt of Song Yi's age would wear.
But she hadn't seen Aunt Song wear this dress on any other occasion either. She reckoned it was a treasured piece, kept safely stored away in Aunt Song's closet.
"Aunt Song, are you doing this on purpose" Fu Xiaoyao pointed at the clothes in Aunt Song's arms, asking with a smirk.
Aunty Song chuckled twice, didn't explain anything, and walked over to help Qi Ya change her clothes.
She was very rough, and quite strong. Fu Xiaoyao watched on, dumbfounded, and even felt a little sympathy for Qi Ya.
In Aunt Song's hands, Qi Ya was like an object, being manipulated by Aunt Song at will, even being twisted vengefully a couple of times.
Upon seeing this, Fu Xiaoyao did not stop Song Yi, and even rejoiced at her success.
Because she knew that Aunt Song did this not only because she disliked Qi Ya, but also more importantly for her.
So she had no reason to stop him, and instead stood by the door watching the wind, just in case Lu Hanchuan suddenly came in.
As it turned out, she had overthought things. Lu Hanchuan wouldn't come in directly at all; instead, he knocked on the door outside. "Is your clothes changed"
Fu Xiaoyao looked at Auntie Song inquiringly.
Aunt Song nodded at her.
Fu Xiaoyao let out a soft breath and replied to the door, "Alright, come in."
Lu Hanchuan walked in, followed by a person in a white coat.
He is a doctor.
The doctor glanced at the room, then walked straight to the bedside and began examining Qi Ya.
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