mtlumby2d Chapter 175 Who Says I'm Sick?
Chapter 175 Who Says I'm Sick?
Lu An sighed, "Alright, if you're feeling unwell, be sure to tell me. Don't try to bear it all alone."
A brief silence fell over the room, broken only by the occasional chirping of birds outside the window.
After a while, Fu Xiuheng suddenly came to his senses and asked Lu An in shock.
How did you know?
Lu An sighed and said.
“I saw you taking your medicine and witnessed your illness.”
Fu Xiuheng's body stiffened abruptly, his eyes widened instantly, and his expression was one of utter disbelief, as if he had heard something unbelievable.
His eyebrows were tightly furrowed, forming deep frown lines, and his lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to refute it strongly but was speechless for a moment.
He turned his head away quickly, as if fleeing from something terrifying, leaving Lu An with only a cold profile.
His shoulders shrugged slightly, the veins on his neck were faintly visible, and he gritted his teeth, squeezing out a few words.
"I'm not sick!"
His voice carried an undeniable firmness that echoed in the air, yet his slightly trembling tone seemed to reveal the unease deep within him.
Lu An frowned slightly, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes.
He pursed his lips and gazed quietly at Fu Xiuheng; the brief silence seemed to freeze time itself.
After a moment, he spoke softly.
"President, being sick is nothing to be afraid of. Everyone has times when they feel unwell." He tried to make his voice sound gentle. "The key is not to run away from it. You must actively seek treatment. Only in this way can you regain your health, and everything will be alright."
Fu Xiuheng pursed his lips and refused to speak.
Lu An's eyes were full of concern. He looked at Fu Xiuheng's stubborn profile and sighed softly.
"President, I know you're resisting, but some things can't be avoided."
Lu An's voice was soft, but it was enough for Fu Xiuheng to hear every word clearly.
“This afternoon, I heard you talking in your sleep. You kept muttering about being kidnapped. I was thinking, when you were kidnapped, did anything else happen? You can tell me, don't bear it all alone.”
Fu Xiuheng's lips were pressed tightly together, as if they were sewn shut, and he did not respond to Lu An's words.
His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, as if he were trying to swallow the words that were about to come out, or as if he were suppressing the emotions surging inside him.
Then, as if driven by an invisible force, he suddenly turned his head, his movements stiff and resolute.
"I'm not sick."
Looking at Fu Xiuheng's unyielding attitude, Lu An felt helpless and had no choice but to temporarily put aside his questioning and turn to order food for Fu Xiuheng.
But when he returned from ordering food and stepped into the room, he keenly sensed a suffocating atmosphere.
Fu Xiuheng sat there, his whole body seemingly shrouded in a dark cloud, his face terribly gloomy.
His eyes held an indescribable darkness and anger, like the sky before a storm, so dark it was suffocating.
"President?" Lu An asked tentatively.
Fu Xiuheng's movements were somewhat slow, as if he were being restrained by some heavy force, and he slowly turned his head around.
His eyes were filled with dissatisfaction as he stared intently at Lu An, his brows furrowed slightly, and questioned him.
"Where have you been all afternoon? Why haven't we heard anything from Lin Yuyan yet?"
Upon hearing this, Lu An was startled, and a look of obvious astonishment appeared on his face.
He looked at Fu Xiuheng in disbelief, seemingly forgetting that he had been with him not long ago.
Lu An's expression instantly turned serious, realizing that Fu Xiuheng's condition was far more serious than he had imagined.
It seems unlikely that any useful information can be obtained from Fu Xiuheng.
A moment later, a thought flashed through Lu An's mind.
Lin Yuyan was the one who saved Fu Xiuheng back then. Perhaps only by bringing Lin Yuyan back can we unravel these mysteries.
Perhaps the root of all the problems lies with Lin Yuyan. Only by starting with her can we uncover the truth hidden behind Fu Xiuheng's illness.
Lu An quickly apologized to Fu Xiuheng, put down the lunchbox, and hurriedly left.
He decisively called his subordinates, "Increase the efforts and bring Lin Yuyan back as soon as possible, without any delay."
After hanging up the phone, Lu An breathed a slight sigh of relief. After thinking for a moment, he dialed Lin Qingran's number again.
The moment the call connected, his tone softened considerably.
"Hello, Miss Jiang, it's me, Lu An. I'd like to ask you something."
Lin Qingran was keeping Lingdang company when a sudden phone ring almost woke her up, and Lin Qingran was clearly very unhappy about it.
"what's up?"
Lu An seemed to realize that it was impolite to make such a sudden phone call, and hesitated for a moment, but soon he spoke up.
"Has the president ever mentioned to you about his kidnapping years ago? If you know anything about it, please be sure to tell me."
Lu An's tone was full of anticipation as he gripped his phone tightly, waiting for Lin Qingran's response.
Upon hearing Lu An's words, Lin Qingran on the other end of the phone couldn't help but let out a soft "Ah," her voice slightly surprised.
"He was actually kidnapped?"
After a brief pause, her tone quickly turned cold, as if a layer of frost had instantly solidified.
“He never mentioned this when I was with him. And I wasn’t the one who kidnapped him, so how would I know the details? You should ask someone else about this.”
Lin Qingran's words were clearly tinged with detachment and indifference.
After he finished speaking, there was only silence on the other end of the line, leaving Lu An with a furrowed brow and deep in thought.
After a long while, Lu An unconsciously tightened his grip on the phone.
He pursed his lips slightly and spoke softly.
"I'm sorry to bother you."
He then tried to press the hang-up button.
But just then, Lin Qingran's voice suddenly came through the phone again, calling out to him.
"Wait, Lu An. I want to know what he's been doing after leaving the venue today?"
Lu An's eyes flickered, cleverly avoiding the topic of Fu Xiuheng's plot to capture Lin Yuyan, and said.
"The president has been staying at the hotel since leaving the venue and hasn't gone out."
He paused slightly, a hint of hesitation appearing on his face.
He knew in his heart that he shouldn't easily reveal Fu Xiuheng's illness, but in the end he couldn't help himself.
After a few seconds of silence, he slowly spoke.
“Miss Jiang, the president… has fallen ill, and his condition is very bad. I’m trying to figure out what to do, but I’m still clueless.”
Lu An briefly described Fu Xiuheng's situation to Lin Qingran. Lin Qingran was genuinely surprised, as she hadn't expected things to turn out this way.