The next morning, Gu Zi awoke with a strange sense of unease. She couldn’t quite place it, but it clung to her like a shadow.
After breakfast, the children rushed outside to play with firecrackers, and the house finally settled into a much-needed calm. She had just decided to call the Lin family when, before she could even pick up the phone, it rang sharply.
Su Shen answered. His face shifted slightly as he listened, then turned to her with a serious look. "Something’s happened at home," he said.
"Gu Zi, don’t panic—listen to me first. It was early this morning. Lin Cheng was driving a delivery of pork to a hotel when he got into a car accident. He’s in the hospital now, and the situation’s serious. They need a large sum for emergency surgery. Your parents called, hoping we could help with the money."
Gu Zi’s breath caught.
It was just like the dream. The nightmare she’d had the night before—the screech of metal, the crash, the helpless feeling. So he was the one in the dream. Lin Cheng. Her brother.
Her face drained of color. She remembered now—the original novel had included this very plot point: Lin Cheng’s accident. But she had foolishly believed that her presence here, her efforts, had changed the trajectory. She thought she had rewritten his fate. Apparently not.
Panic bloomed in her chest. "Su Shen, can we lend them the money? Let’s send it right away—we can’t let anything happen to my brother!"
Su Shen pulled her into his arms gently, trying to calm her down. "It’s already too late to wire money, Gu Zi. Don’t worry—I’ve arranged for Jin Long to front the cost. The hospital should already be prepping him for surgery. And forget about whether it’s a loan or not—Lin Cheng was injured making a delivery for the farm. The expense should come from the farm’s books. That’s only right. Just trust me, and wait for news."
It wasn’t like the future, where transferring money could happen with the click of a button. They were out of town, and wiring funds back home would take too long. Her brother was in critical condition—he couldn’t afford to wait.
Su Shen’s arrangement was both practical and thoughtful. By having Jin Long pay the fees immediately, surgery could proceed without delay. And maybe, just maybe, this time, with timely intervention, Lin Cheng wouldn’t end up with a disability, as he had in the original story.
Gu Zi took a shaky breath. "Su Shen, I’m not panicking anymore. I believe he’ll be okay. But—let’s not tell the children for now. I don’t want them to worry."
The children were very close with the Lin family. If they found out, they’d only be distressed—and there was nothing they could do to help. Better not to burden them. Su Shen fully agreed and kept the news from the kids.
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