Lu Qingyan was silent for a moment.
He bent down and carried the person out horizontally.
The Ji Family members were all downstairs.
Jiang Hemian sat on the sofa; seeing Lu Qingyan bringing someone down, he asked, "Should we go to the hospital now?"
Lu Qingyan quietly agreed, "Mm."
Mrs. Ji was extremely anxious, "I will go with you. The hospital is in town. Ah, if I had known, I wouldn’t have let her come over and get sick."
She was so worried that her eyes reddened.
Ji Ze was also quite self-accusatory; it was he who had asked Jiang Nanshu to come back.
It was only the first day, yet she had developed a high fever.
Father Ji looked defeated, sporadically puffing on his smoking pipe, his mood also seemed very irritable.
Shang Xu looked worried, his little brows furrowed, "Being sick means getting injections and taking medicines; Xuxu doesn’t like it."
Jiang Nanshu turned her head, her face crimson from the fever and her limpid eyes drooping weakly, inexplicably losing a layer of estrangement.
She looked at the Ji Family, "Mom, your health isn’t good; don’t go, just stay home."
"Dad, your legs aren’t good; it’s dark at night."
"Xiaoze, help me take good care of Xuxu. He shouldn’t go either, especially late at night."
After Jiang Nanshu finished speaking.
Ji Ze sniffled, his voice muffled, "Mm."
Mrs. Ji hesitated and then sighed.
Lu Qingyan intervened, "Don’t worry, I’ll take her to the hospital for a check-up; we will be back soon."
Then he looked at Jiang Hemian, "Are you going?"
Jiang Hemian smiled, "You are there; I won’t go. I’ll wait here for you guys to return."
Lu Qingyan nodded, then quickly left with Jiang Nanshu in his arms.
He placed her in the passenger seat and then moved to the driver’s side.
"Fasten the seatbelt."
Jiang Nanshu lazily leaned back, her head turned towards the thick nightlife, her voice nasal, "I don’t have the strength; help me."
She turned her head, her beautiful apricot eyes watery as she looked at him.
Lu Qingyan’s defenses retreated another step.
He took a deep breath, his face tense as he fastened it for her.
"Little rascal, I still haven’t got you down."
Lu Qingyan’s expression grew colder.
Jiang Nanshu grabbed his face directly, delivering a light kiss, her eyes misty with a smile, "Smile a bit, so cold and unlovable."
Lu Qingyan fixedly looked at her.
No emotion.
Jiang Nanshu wasn’t annoyed, she leaned closer and kissed his lips, "I’ll pass the cold to you, let you catch it along with me."
Lu Qingyan lowered his eyes, creating some distance, "Sit properly."
Jiang Nanshu looked at him with aggrieved eyes.
Lu Qingyan remained unmoved.
Inside the car, there was silence.
Jiang Nanshu sulked.
"Stupid straight guy, you definitely won’t have a wife in the future!"
Lu Qingyan’s eyes were constantly on Jiang Nanshu, noting when she leaned against the seat and fell asleep.
He sighed softly, gently draping a coat over Jiang Nanshu.
The bright headlights illuminated the winding country road.
His eyes were even darker than the nightlife.
Lu Qingyan thought, if he truly surrendered, the day Jiang Nanshu abandoned him would be his own fault.
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