"Alright."
Without hesitation, she opened the car door and got inside. Su Qingnuan felt that A Qi was quite right.
By the ti she returned to the Fu family house, it was already 9 PM.
The dining hour had long passed, so the living room was very quiet.
Grandpa Fu sat on the sofa, staring sternly at the television.
The TV was broadcasting the news, the righteous voice filling the entire living room.
"Grandpa," Su Qingnuan greeted with a light smile.
Grandpa Fu turned his head, seeing Su Qingnuan standing there obediently with her backpack, and smiled.
"You’re back. There’s soup left for you in the kitchen, go and have so."
Soup was left?
To her surprise, the old man was such a considerate person. Su Qingnuan smiled and nodded, then turned to walk towards the kitchen.
The kitchen lights were still on, and the cooks and uncles were sitting together chatting.
Upon hearing footsteps, everyone turned their heads to look.
"Grandpa said there’s soup left for ," Su Qingnuan said with a smile, "Am I disturbing you all?"
"No, no!" The aunt quickly stood up, laughing, "Eldest Young Mistress, if you want to go back to your room, I can heat it for you and bring it up."
Su Qingnuan smiled lightly, "Alright, then I’ll trouble you, Auntie."
"No trouble at all."
She turned and went upstairs. The room lights were off, Fu Yihan was not there.
Su Qingnuan set down her backpack, sat on the chair for a while, before getting up to take a bath.
"Knock, knock, knock—"
The sudden sound of knocking made Su Qingnuan put down the clothes in her hand.
"Who is it?" Su Qingnuan asked while opening the door.
A servant stood at the door, holding a bowl of soup.
"Eldest Young Mistress, your soup."
"Hmm," Su Qingnuan took the soup and said to the person with their head lowered, "I’ll bring it down myself after drinking, you can go about your business."
"Yes."
Closing the door, Su Qingnuan placed the soup to the side, then grabbed her clothes and went into the bathroom.
After a comfortable bath, the soup had beco warm.
While sipping the soup, Su Qingnuan looked at the matters needing attention for the upcoming competition, enjoying the leisurely day.
After finishing the soup, Su Qingnuan heard knocking once more.
This ti it wasn’t a servant, but A Qi.
"Eldest Young Mistress, Eldest Young Master is resting in the study tonight, he said you don’t need to wait for him."
Wait for him?
Su Qingnuan was taken aback, following A Qi’s gaze.
Not far from the corner, a piece of clothing was slightly exposed.
"Alright, I understand." Su Qingnuan took out a blanket from inside and handed it to A Qi, "Don’t let the Eldest Young Master catch a cold."
"Yes."
With A Qi holding the blanket and leaving, only then did Su Qingnuan close the door.
With Fu Yihan not coming back, Su Qingnuan felt free.
Sitting on the sofa and watching TV for a while, as sleepiness crept in, she returned to the bedroom to sleep.
But as the sleepiness grew, an unusual pain followed. Su Qingnuan’s lower abdon began to hurt.
This pain gradually overwheld the sleepiness, and Su Qingnuan suddenly widened her eyes.
Her lower abdon felt as if several knives were twisting inside, the pain was unbearable.
She glanced at the phone on the bedside table, slowly reaching out her hand.
So close, yet so far.
Gritting her teeth, Su Qingnuan exerted effort to stretch her hand.
Finally touching the phone, she squinted her eyes, pulling back her hand.
"Clatter—"
The phone dropped to the floor.
Su Qingnuan’s hand trembled uncontrollably, unable to hold the phone.
Peering at the phone under the bed, Su Qingnuan reached out once more.
"Bang—"
Her body hit the floor, the impact wasn’t even a third of the pain from her abdon.
Yet the phone, obediently lying under the bed, was out of sight due to the impact.
"Help..." painfully widening her eyes, Su Qingnuan searched for the phone, struggling to speak.
"Soone... co..."
Unable to find the phone, Su Qingnuan focused her attention on the distant door, using all her strength to drag her body towards it.
Almost there...
The door was just over there.
Biting her lip, Su Qingnuan reached for the doorknob.
"Click—"
A ray of light shone through, making Su Qingnuan squint her eyes.
The bright light from the living room and the vague mumbling gave her hope once more.
...
"Eldest Young Master, here are the photos."
A Qi spread out the photos he held.
Fu Yihan glanced at them indifferently, his expression inscrutable.
"When did this start?"
"Today."
"Heh," Fu Yihan slightly curled his lips, revealing a mocking smile, "So infatuated."
A Qi hung his head in silence.
"You go and..."
"Bang—"
The sudden noise interrupted their conversation.
Looking towards the door, Fu Yihan slightly frowned: "Go take a look."
"Yes."
A Qi ran out of the room, imdiately seeing Su Qingnuan lying face down on the floor.
"Eldest Young Mistress?" A Qi rushed over in surprise, "What’s wrong with you?"
The person lying there showed no movent, her breathing shallow.
"What happened?" Fu Yihan wheeled himself out and seeing the person lying there, his frown deepened, "Call the doctor."
A Qi took his phone and moved to the side.
Fu Yihan wheeled over, bending down.
His hand touched Su Qingnuan’s cheek, damp with sweat.
This late in autumn, sweating so much?
He forcefully turned her over, revealing Su Qingnuan’s pained expression.
She was clutching her stomach with her left hand, her right hand outstretched, trying to grasp sothing.
"Eldest Young Master, I’ve inford the doctor, they’re on their way."
"Hmm." Fu Yihan withdrew his gaze, "Carry her to the bed."
A Qi quickly bent down, carrying Su Qingnuan back to the room.
"Where to?" Fu Yihan’s voice ca from behind.
A Qi paused in confusion and turned his head.
Fu Yihan pointed to his own room, frowning, "Are you afraid others won’t know we sleep in separate rooms?"
"....."
Hurriedly, he carried Su Qingnuan to his room, carefully placing her on the bed.
"Bring a clean cloth," Fu Yihan ordered again.
A Qi nodded and left.
"Ugh—"
A soft groan, Fu Yihan turned back.
Su Qingnuan curled up completely, appearing even more pained.
A troubled stomach?
Fu Yihan approached the bedside, observing her painful appearance, couldn’t help but reach out.
"Eldest Young Master!"
He quickly pulled back his hand, turning to look.
A Qi ca over with a clean towel, helplessly said, "I only found this."
"Wipe her sweat," Fu Yihan instructed.
"Huh?" A Qi pointed to himself, "You want to do it?"
"....."
With a resigned hand gesture, Fu Yihan looked at him calmly.
Imdiately handing the towel to Fu Yihan, A Qi smiled, "I’ll go downstairs to call Lian Yi."
"Hmm."
Fu Yihan took the clean cloth, not gently wiping the sweat off Su Qingnuan’s face.
The places where the cloth passed, even when wiped clean, sweat quickly appeared again.
Fu Yihan frowned slightly and withdrew his hand.
However, in midair his hand was suddenly caught.
Surprised, he turned his head.
Su Qingnuan gripped his hand tightly, her expression growing more pained, her grasp intensifying.
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