bayedsolid Chapter 491 You're back...
Chapter 491 You're back...
Song Yuyan was stunned. She was startled, her watery eyes widened slightly, she swallowed, quickly picked up her phone, looked at the screen, swiped the phone with her right hand to answer the call, and held the phone in her hand. Her eyes turned to Shen Jiayi, who had a persistent high fever, her delicate eyebrows furrowed, and she moved her red lips, her voice slightly hoarse, and said: Xia, Brother Xia, why are you calling at this time? What's wrong?
Her fingers were trembling. Shen Jiayi's high fever hadn't subsided yet. Xia Jinghao called at this moment. Did he know something? Her pupils suddenly widened and contracted, her lower lip was bitten tightly, Song Yuyan's breath hitched, and even her heart clenched.
Xia Jinghao's fox-like eyes darkened, his cold, menacing gaze filled with icy intent. Holding his phone, he strode towards the sofa chair on the private jet. His petal-like lips moved slightly, and his voice was as cold as ice as he said: "I'm on my way back to Ancheng, on the private jet, Yan Yan."
Song Yuyan's eyes widened in tension. She frowned tightly. No, no, no, could it be? So sudden? She tried to calm herself, took a deep breath, and whispered, "Ah? So fast? Brother Xia, are you all back?"
Xia Jinghao's fox-like eyes narrowed, a cold light flashing in them. He leaned back on the sofa, legs spread wide, phone in his right hand. Something was wrong; Song Yuyan's voice was trembling. His handsome face instantly turned icy. He asked in a deep voice, "Hmm, what's wrong?"
Fine beads of sweat appeared on Song Yuyan's forehead. She tried to remain calm and composed... but her watery eyes blinked anxiously. She said nervously, "Ah? Brother Xia, no, no, it's nothing. You're back, you're back! Okay, I'm going to take a shower now, I'll hang up first."
Before Xia Jinghao could even ask a question, Song Yuyan hung up the phone as quickly as possible. The phone went dead. Xia Jinghao's fox-like eyes darkened. Something was wrong. Something was wrong with Yan Yan. She never hung up on him.
Xia Jinghao's sharp, fox-like eyes shifted to Nan Zeyu, who was looking down at his phone. His gaze was cold, and he said with a grim face, "Zeyu, why did Yan Yan hang up on me?" Hmm…
On the right side of the sofa, Nan Zeyu lowered his handsome face, looking down at his phone, dealing with company emails. When he heard the name Song Yuyan, his handsome brows furrowed slightly. He raised his head, his deep black eyes glancing at Xia Jinghao, his gaze calm.
Nan Zeyu's dark obsidian eyes turned slightly cold. His gaze sharpened, and he frowned, saying, "So, what do you mean? What happened to my wife? Brother Jinghao, you just called her."
Xia Jinghao stared coldly at Nan Zeyu with his fox-like eyes. He turned his face away, his fox-like eyes full of sharpness. He raised his eyes slightly and said in a faint voice: "Yes, I just called her, and she hung up on me. I feel like something's wrong with her."
Nan Zeyu's deep black eyes instantly darkened, his handsome face turned icy cold, his thin lips pressed tightly together, his gaze turned cold, and he slammed the phone in his hand onto the sofa. He stood up and said coldly, "I'm going to the front to make the plane speed up. What is this woman doing? She's really giving me a headache."
After Nan Zeyu finished speaking, he took long strides and walked quickly forward. Xia Jinghao glanced at him, then turned to look at Gu Tingchen on his left. This guy had been sleeping as soon as he got on the private jet, like a dead pig. Instantly, his blood boiled, and he stretched out his right leg to kick Gu Tingchen's ankle.
While Gu Tingchen was fast asleep, a slight pain shot through his ankle. He furrowed his dark brows, straightened his head, and groggily opened his eyes. His dark eyes narrowed slightly, and he saw Xia Jinghao looking at him with cold, deep eyes. Gu Tingchen slowly opened his dark eyes, straightened up, and subconsciously yawned again as he looked at Xia Jinghao.
Xia Jinghao stared coldly at him with his fox-like eyes, his gaze sharp. Gu Tingchen raised an eyebrow, looking half asleep and half awake. He lowered his head again, his thin lips slightly parted, and said, "Brother, I'm sleepy, I'm sleepy. What's wrong? I'm listening."
Gu Tingchen lowered his head and closed his eyes again. Xia Jinghao was furious when he saw him like this. His fox-like eyes were like icy frost. He smiled and said, "Yan Yan is not right. How can you still sleep?"
The next second, Gu Tingchen straightened up like a spring, his dark eyes widening in shock. He stammered, "How could this be? No, no, it can't be! What happened to Yan Yan? Ah? Brother Jing Hao."
Gu Tingchen reached out and tightly gripped Xia Jinghao's arm, his brows furrowed. He asked anxiously, "What's wrong with Yan Yan? Tell me, Brother Jinghao, what's wrong with her? What's wrong? How do you know something's wrong with her..."
Gu Tingchen's dark eyes suddenly widened. Xia Jinghao looked at him with calm, fox-like eyes. Gu Tingchen's expression was cold and deep. He nodded slightly and said, "It's true. I just called her, and before I could even ask her anything, she hung up on me. She never does that."
Gu Tingchen was truly awake now. He stood up abruptly, and Xia Jinghao followed suit, looking up at him. He was most worried about Song Yuyan. Gu Tingchen was like a mountain, his expression changed, his dark eyes were deep, and he frowned as he said: "I know, I'll have the plane speed up. Brother Jinghao, please sit down."
After Gu Tingchen finished speaking, he turned around and walked quickly towards the first-class cabin with his long legs. Xia Jinghao was stunned. Why did the two of them talk in the same way? However, it seemed that only by speeding up the plane could they return to Ancheng immediately.
Nan Family Mansion -
Song Yuyan brought over a basin of hot water, placed it under the carpet, straightened up, and wet the scalding hot brown towel in her hand. The temperature in the basin was just 100 degrees Celsius. When the back of her hand touched the basin, her fingers were burned and she hissed slightly.
A scalding hot, brownish-yellow towel was placed on Shen Jiayi's forehead, which felt like it was burning hot. Her watery eyes were filled with heartache, and her gaze was misty with tears. Her eyes were red and swollen. She bit her lip and sniffed, trying not to let herself cry.
Song Yuyan slowly sat down on the bed. She lowered her eyes and looked at Shen Jiayi, who was unconscious from a high fever. How could her fever be so high? How heartbroken would Brother Xia be if he knew? Her watery eyes were blurry, and tears welled up in them, falling one by one onto her flushed face.
Shen Jiayi's lips were as white as paper from the fever, but she was still conscious. Her paper-white lips parted slightly as she murmured in a daze, "Don't go, don't go, Xia Jinghao, don't go, Xia Jinghao, are you back? I'm scared."
Song Yuyan's delicate brows furrowed, her watery eyes red as if they were bleeding. She bent down and said in a soft voice, "My dear, Jiayi, I've already called Brother Xia. He's on the plane. Wait a little longer. I'm scared of you with such a high fever. I haven't taken good care of you."
As she spoke, Song Yuyan's eyes became moist, and tears streamed down her snow-white skin. When Shen Jiayi heard Song Yuyan's voice, she tried to open her eyes, but her whole body felt like it was on fire, and the discomfort prevented her from doing so.
Time passed slowly, and it was already 3:30 in the morning. Shen Jiayi's high fever still hadn't subsided. Song Yuyan had changed her hot water three times, but it was all to no avail. She was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. Song Yuyan stood up and covered her with the quilt.
She wanted to make him sweat, because if he sweated a lot, his fever would go down faster... Song Yuyan covered him with a blanket, turned around, and quickly walked out of the bedroom. Song Yuyan opened the bedroom door, ran downstairs, and ran towards the kitchen.
In the kitchen, Dr. Jiang was brewing traditional Chinese medicine to reduce fever and clear viral infections. Four or five stoves were on fire. As soon as Song Yuyan stepped into the kitchen, she smelled the strong aroma of Chinese herbs. She covered her nose with her right hand and stepped into the kitchen.
Hearing footsteps, Dr. Jiang turned around and saw Mrs. Song. He turned back, and Song Yuyan stepped forward. Her face was still streaked with tears, and her watery eyes looked at Dr. Jiang with a misty gaze. She frowned and said anxiously, "Dr. Jiang, how much longer do we have to wait? My best friend's high fever just won't go down. I've changed her hot water three times already."
Dr. Jiang bowed and said, "It will take some time, Madam. Please wait a moment. Let's first use physical methods to lower Miss Shen's fever. Put more ice on her forehead." Dr. Jiang was bowing, and Song Yuyan looked at Dr. Jiang. Her heart clenched, and she remembered that she was still a pregnant girl. She put her right hand behind her waist and then supported her waist.
After a moment of silence, Song Yuyan nodded and said, "Alright then, Dr. Jiang, I'll go put some ice in her. Please hurry. Her husband is on his private jet and will be back in Ancheng tomorrow morning. I don't want him to know that she has a high fever."
Dr. Jiang looked up at Song Yuyan, frowning slightly. Song Yuyan nodded. Dr. Jiang looked troubled and said, "This... I'm afraid it's just as difficult. I'll try my best, because it takes time to brew traditional Chinese medicine. Don't worry, Madam."
After giving Dr. Jiang a series of instructions, Song Yuyan turned around, supporting her back as she walked out of the kitchen. She was carrying a glass basin filled with ice cubes of different sizes and an ice towel. She hurried to the stairwell, holding the glass basin in her left hand and using the handrail in her right to go upstairs.
A moment later, Song Yuyan placed an ice cube on Shen Jiayi's forehead. The ice cube was very thin and could stick to the forehead. The ice cube was icy cold, and it made the back of her hand tremble. She quickly placed an ice towel on the center of Shen Jiayi's forehead, looking down at Shen Jiayi, who was squinting and mumbling with fever.
Please, God, have mercy and let Jiayi's fever go down quickly! Song Yuyan glanced at the small clock on the bedside table. It was already past four in the morning. She had to get Jiayi's fever down before dawn.
Finally, Song Yuyan felt sleepy. She propped her face up with her right hand, and her head drooped unconsciously. She quickly raised her head again, opened her eyes wide, and looked at Shen Jiayi. She reached out and placed her hand on Shen Jiayi's right cheek. It was still so hot. Song Yuyan's heart tightened. Could she have caught a virus? It was so hot. She quickly stood up and took the glass basin out of the bedroom.
Song Yuyan went in and out four or five times to physically cool Shen Jiayi down, putting ice cubes and ice towels on her forehead, and applying ice water to her forehead. The sky outside was slowly getting brighter, but Shen Jiayi's face was still red. She had ice towels and ice cubes on her forehead, and her white lips were moving.
On the private jet, Nan Zeyu and Xia Jinghao, standing at the first-class door, watched the man piloting the plane. The man was a mercenary from the Nan family; he knew how to fly a private jet. Their two cold, sharp eyes were fixed on the pilot. Mo Yan spun the jet with both hands, and the private jet sped away.
But Nan Zeyu and Gu Tingchen thought he wasn't going fast enough. They both said in unison, coldly, "Mo Yan, I order you to speed up, speed up, speed up! Don't you know how to fly a plane?" Mo Yan turned pale with fright and said in a trembling voice, "Young Master, Young Master Gu, this is already the fastest! It really, really can't be any faster!"
Hearing this, Xia Jinghao became even angrier. He strode over and flung open the first-class door. Mo Yan, who was piloting the plane, turned around when he heard the door open. His pupils contracted sharply, and he exclaimed in surprise, "Young Master Gu, how did you get in, Young Master Gu..."
Xia Jinghao's fox-like eyes were like sharp blades piercing Mo Yan. A storm was brewing in his eyes, and his face was gloomy. He reached out and pulled Mo Yan up from his seat. The private jet shook a few times. Seeing this, Xia Jinghao stretched out his long arm and gripped the fuselage tightly. Mo Yan was pulled up and pushed out of the first-class cabin.
He sat down in the first-class seat, his fox-like eyes lowered. Xia Jinghao looked at the complex aircraft instrument panel. It shouldn't be too difficult, just like driving a car. He suddenly thought of Shen Jiayi. Something must have happened to her. Without time to think, Xia Jinghao gripped the aircraft with both arms and placed his long legs on either side of the plane.
One was higher than the other. Xia Jinghao frowned deeply, but he didn't care anymore. He stepped down on both ends with his legs, his hands were covered in bulging veins, and his bones were visible with blue blood vessels. He started to spin the airplane, and the airplane slowly accelerated a little more. He looked ahead and exhaled.
Mo Yan turned to look at the young master, and he was so frightened that he bent down and said: "Young Master, Grandpa, I...I was pushed out by Young Master Gu. It wasn't me, I..." Nan Zeyu's dark eyes darkened, and his deep, cold eyes sank to the bottom. He looked at Mo Yan with dark eyes and said softly: "Yes, I know."
Nan Zeyu frowned and looked towards the first-class cabin. He was quite something; he'd pushed his mercenary out and gone to fly the plane himself. Mo Yan looked at his young master, his brow furrowed in anxiety, and said, "Young...Young Master, should I go and ask Young Master Gu to come out? He can't fly. What if something happens...?"