“Yes. Why is he crying? I, covered in the smell of work, haven’t even cried yet. Madam, please take care of Mr. Lu, as I need to go back to work. I love working. I want to work for the rest of my life.”
Jiang Nanshu: “…”
She watched Ye Yuan walk away like a ghost, somewhat puzzled.
Is mental illness really contagious?
But she was almost fully recovered.
So she pushed open the door and went in.
She saw Lu Qingyan looking at her coldly, nothing like the person Ye Yuan had said who had cried.
Jiang Nanshu, holding the report, coughed lightly, “Luckily, you were brought to the hospital in time, otherwise, you would have suffered terribly.”
“It would be better if I were dead. Without me in the way, you can go find whoever you want.”
Lu Qingyan turned his head away, not wanting to see Jiang Nanshu.
Jiang Nanshu: “…”
Who exactly was she going to find?
She herself didn’t know.
But for now, she wouldn’t mention the person he was imprisoning for the time being, so as not to provoke him.
He had just had his stomach pumped and couldn’t eat anything yet.
So Jiang Nanshu stepped forward and touched his forehead, asking, “Is your stomach still bothering you?”
Lu Qingyan turned his head away, his tone indifferent: “It’s none of your concern.”
Jiang Nanshu: “…”
Yesterday, they were inseparable.
And now, all because she asked about the person who was being held captive again.
She wanted Lu Qingyan to tell her, but mentioning it might cause him to act strangely at any moment, so Jiang Nanshu had to find a way to get him out of it herself.
Jiang Nanshu ignored Lu Qingyan’s indifference. If it were the old her, she would have simply walked away if anyone dared to give her the cold shoulder.
But she needed to be more patient with Lu Qingyan.
So walking away in a huff became a verbal warning: “If you do this again, I’ll beat you up!”
Lu Qingyan: “…”
He closed his eyes, shrinking into the blankets without saying a word.
Sometimes Jiang Nanshu couldn’t handle his awkward moods; when he was unhappy, he didn’t want to say a single word.
Knock, knock—
There was a knock on the ward door.
Jiang Nanshu turned her head and saw Jiang Jingcheng in a white coat.
Five years had passed, and his demeanor was even colder, like a walking block of ice.
“Second Brother? What brings you here?”
She led Lu Qingyan through the hospital’s VIP entrance, ensuring he received immediate treatment without informing anyone.
Jiang Jingcheng’s cold lips curled into a slight smile: “What can possibly escape my notice in this hospital?”
He glanced at Lu Qingyan and continued, “Nan Nan, let’s talk outside.”
Jiang Nanshu first glanced at Lu Qingyan, who had his eyes closed as if he were asleep.
She nodded: “Okay.”
After leaving, Jiang Nanshu closed the ward door tightly.
“Second Brother, is something wrong?”
Jiang Jingcheng sighed softly, suddenly remembering when he could hear Jiang Nanshu’s inner voice; their relationship was better then, not as distant and formal as it was now.
“I want to apologize to you. I didn’t ignore that call on purpose. I was in surgery…”
Jiang Nanshu paused for a moment, then smiled and said, “It’s all in the past, so why bring it up again? I’d almost forgotten about it.”
Was it really that easy to forget?
Jiang Jingcheng felt that he couldn’t forget it.
He even started to dislike the sea.
He shook his head helplessly. “Then let’s not talk about this. Are you still going back to the Jiang family? Dad misses you a lot.”
Jiang Nanshu thought carefully. “It depends on the time. I’m not sure.”
She needed to go to the Ji family first to see her adoptive parents before making other plans.
Jiang Jingcheng remained silent.
Just as he was about to say something, his phone rang incessantly.
He answered and hung up, but within three seconds, he didn’t say a word.
For the first time, a hint of sadness appeared on his usually cold expression.
He said softly, “Nan Nan, Mom has passed away.”
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“Sad Song for Lonely People” is sung by Long Meizi and Yang Haibiao. I think it suits Old Lu quite well. Give it a listen if you’re interested.
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Sam Williams On TYMIMA Chapter 152