Rebirth: He Decides to Lie Flat-Chapter 85 - 082 Yu Luo
Chapter 85: Chapter 082 Yu Luo
Chapter 85 -082 Yu Luo
“You didn’t just sit here without even having dinner, did you?”
“Yeah.”
She had been hungry since six o’clock, but she didn’t want to move, and she didn’t want to eat alone, so she just waited until now.
With a bit of complaint in her gaze, she looked at him and asked, “Where did you go?”
Where did he go?
Of course, he was solving some personal issues, dealing with a few disgusting rats.
Last time, he hadn’t scared them enough; this time, he almost crippled them.
Back when he was struggling at the bottom of society, Jiang Yan learned that whenever it came to physical conflicts, you had to hit hard. As long as you didn’t kill them, it wasn’t a big deal.
Otherwise, rats like these would still nauseate you the next time they saw you.
It was just him and Yu Hang; they didn’t even call Xiao Qi or Yin Shen to keep watch. They beat Liao Chenyu until he almost questioned his life choices.
“Why don’t you go upstairs first? I’ll go out and buy you something to eat. What do you feel like?”
As Jiang Yan spoke, he handed her the keys in his hand.
“Anything, anything is fine.”
Song Jiawen actually had no appetite; it was just uncomfortable to have an empty stomach.
Jiang Yan watched her enter the staircase, then he turned to leave.
Thinking that she had been hungry all evening, he specifically went to get her a serving of porridge, two side dishes, and two small buns.
After buying these, he went and got a bottle of Florida Water as well.
But when he returned quickly to the apartment complex with the items, it was Song Jiawen, yawning, who opened the door for him. She then curled up on the sofa and almost fell asleep.
Jiang Yan: …
How long were you waiting outside? You are so tired.
“You didn’t turn on the air conditioner or fan. Aren’t you hot?”
He had just said that when he noticed something off about Song Jiawen’s complexion. He placed the back of his hand on her forehead and was shocked, “You have a fever… Jiawen?”
Her forehead was burning hot, indicating a fierce fever was taking over. When Jiang Yan spoke to her, all she could do was hum in response, clearly confused by the fever.
Jiang Yan didn’t dare to delay. After coaxing her to drink a glass of water, he carried her down the stairs.
Today, the exams had ended, and he thought she had gone back to Jianghai Town with Xie Yanhai. That was the plan they’d discussed earlier, and he was also supposed to go back tomorrow to take a graduation photo with his classmates from Jianghai Middle School.
So why was someone who should have gone back, here?
He had a feeling it had something to do with Song Xiwen.
Jiang Yan, being tall, carried Song Jiawen easily, not wasting a moment as he walked out of the neighborhood, then hastily down the alley to the main road.
He waved to get a taxi, got in the backseat with Song Jiawen, and immediately instructed the driver to go to the city’s Second Hospital.
This hospital was the closest to his house and had a good reputation.
On the road, he touched her forehead again. It was scorching.
Jiang Yan’s brows were deeply furrowed.
Then minutes later, the taxi arrived at the entrance of the Second Hospital. Jiang Yan paid the fare and then carried Song Jiawen straight to the emergency room.
The high fever was at forty degrees Celsius; the doctor didn’t hesitate to prescribe medication, and soon the nurse set up an IV drip.
He wanted to find a bed for her to lie down on, but after looking around, all the few available beds in the emergency room were taken. Late at night, the place was filled with people sitting in a long row, all hooked up to IVs.
In the end, with no other choice, he had her sit in a chair leaning against him.
Song Jiawen looked extremely obedient when sick. The usual coolness on her face had diminished significantly. Her delicate, pale face now had a slight feverish blush, and her full lips were slightly pursed as if to complain about the discomfort of the fever.
She looked exceedingly vulnerable.
Jiang Yan sighed. After all, she was only seventeen years old. Girls her age from ordinary families are still in their rebellious phase, but what about her?
Rebel for whom to see?
The drip was quick, and after forty minutes the nurse removed Song Jia Wen’s IV and took her temperature again. Seeing the fever had subsided, they were allowed to leave.
By then, Song Jia Wen had also come to her senses. Her head wasn’t as dizzy as before, but she hadn’t eaten dinner and felt a bit wobbly on her feet as she walked.
“Otherwise, shall I carry you on my back?”
Jiang Yan was genuinely worried she might collapse again; carrying her would be more stable.
But Song Jia Wen wrinkled her nose after drawing near him and muttered softly, “Didn’t you shower? You reek of sweat.”
Jiang Yan burst into laughter. When he had rushed her to the hospital, he was soaked in sweat from head to toe. She hadn’t minded his stench before, but now she was complaining?
Affected!
Jiang Yan decided not to carry her but just walked slowly beside her, occasionally letting her tug at his shirt hem. A perfectly good T-shirt was painfully misshaped by her pulling.
The two found a small porridge shop at the door. Now it wasn’t only Song Jia Wen who was hungry; Jiang Yan was too.
“What happened to you today?”
While eating, Jiang Yan couldn’t help but ask.
“My sister told me about when she found me.”
Jiang Yan was suddenly alert, “What did she say?”
Song Jia Wen recounted everything Song Xiwen had said that afternoon, but ultimately she focused on Jiang Yan’s face, “Why aren’t you surprised?”
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But he couldn’t just say that.
However, the fact that Song Xiwen let Jiajia take the place of her sister truly was something Jiang Yan hadn’t anticipated, no, something no normal person would expect.
The key was that back then, Song Xiwen knew full well that the family was looking…. How old was Song Xiwen at that time? Fifteen years old, right? Too cruel.
“What did she say your real name was?”
“Yu Luo.”
“A person from the Yu Family in Jade City?”
Song Jia Wen paused, then shook her head, “I don’t know if that’s them or not.”
“It should be,” Jiang Yan analyzed for her, “After your painting clashed with Master Mu’s, I specifically inquired about Mu Chenyan. Do you know what her husband’s last name is?”
Song Jia Wen looked at him, waiting for him to continue.
“His last name is Yu, a descendant of the ancient Yu Family. The Yu Family lived mostly abroad in the earlier years; I heard they only moved back to the country in the past few years. Master Mu has three sons, the eldest is twenty-nine this year, and the second and third are twins. Jiajia, why did you sign your drawings with the name Xiaosi?”
Although Song Jia Wen had never explained this to him, after Jiang Yan learned that Mu Chenyan had three sons, he had a rough guess.
“Master Mu could very well be your biological mother.”
Song Jia Wen’s hand holding the soup spoon froze. A gentle voice seemed to echo vaguely in her mind, “Xiaosi…”
Was that voice… Mu Chenyan’s?
Also, Jiang Yan said Master Mu had three sons, so who was the one in her memories calling her sister?
Could it be that person wasn’t her real sister?
“Jiajia, do you want to go find her?”
Now that she knew who her family was, it was only natural to want to reunite with them, right?
In her past life, Jiang Yan was unclear how she got to know the Yu Family and Mu Chenyan, but that must have been almost ten years later, too late.
Now that she knew earlier, it would be right to reunite sooner, wouldn’t it?
“Did you say the Yu Family lived abroad before?”
Jiang Yan nodded, “That’s what I heard.”
“Then how could they have lost their daughter fourteen years ago? And after losing her, they just went abroad again? Did they give up?”
Song Jia Wen’s barrage of questions left Jiang Yan speechless, not knowing what to say.
But on second thought, her questions indeed made sense. If she really was the youngest daughter of the Yu Family…
