Mr Fu, I Really Love You Chapter 247 - Aren't You at the Cloud Condominium?

Chapter 247: Aren’t You at the Cloud Condominium?

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Song Yao would rather die than say certain things to Lin Nuan.

“Where are you going? “Lin Nuan asked.

“I want to go abroad for an escape…” Song Yao wiped the tears from her eyes and pushed the car door open. She complained as she got out, “It’s too suffocating to stay here!”

As they entered the house, Song Yao went back inside her room to rest, and Lin Nuan cooked some porridge for her.

She leaned on the countertop and sent Fu Huai’an a text as she waited for the water to boil. She said she couldn’t make it to the Cloud Condominium today and urged him to get some good rest. If he needed to use the car for urgent purposes, he could let his a.s.sistant fetch it for him since she couldn’t leave her house.

As soon as she sent the text, Fu Huai’an called her.

“Why aren’t you resting?” She couldn’t hide the shock in her voice.

“Weren’t you planning to go to the Cloud Condominium tonight?”

Fu Huai’an spoke in his deep voice on the other end but at a slower pace than usual. Lin Nuan could tell he was smiling and felt her ears grow hot.

She noticed Fu Huai’an phrased his sentence using “going to” instead of “coming to”.

Lin Nuan purposely diverted the subject and said, “Aren’t you at the Cloud Condominium?”

“No, I’m on the way to the airport. I still have some matters to take care of in Jincheng.”

Before she could express her concern for him, Fu Huai’an said, “I’ll call you when I reach Jincheng. I’ll watch your live show with you tomorrow night at the Cloud Condominium—and say goodnight to you.”

Fu Huai’an’s voice was deep and magnetic—it penetrated her eardrums and sounded as if he were speaking straight into them.

She recognized what he was trying to say. He still remembered what she said when she rejected him that night there.

She felt her face grow hot again.

Seeing the steam coming out of the cooker, Lin Nuan hurriedly hung up the phone and turned it off.

As soon as Lin Nuan brought the porridge to the dining room, Song Yao came out of the main bedroom with her luggage.

She was still wearing the same clothes she had on when she arrived.

Lin Nuan put the food on the table and looked at Song Yao calmly.

Song Yao drew a deep breath and calmed herself down. She said with great pain, “I don’t want to stay one minute longer in this country.”

Lin Nuan removed her ap.r.o.n and put it near the steaming hot porridge. She nodded and replied, “I’ll send you off…”

“You don’t have to. You should go to the hospital instead! Xiaonian’s father got into a car accident this afternoon, and he’s in the hospital now.”

…

After calling Bai Xiaonian, Lin Nuan sent Song Yao off to the taxi point and rushed to the hospital.

Bai Xiaonian’s father wasn’t injured severely. He had cuts on his skin and got twelve st.i.tches on his elbow. What was really serious was that he was diagnosed with stage four liver cancer.

Before Song Yao got into the car, she took out a card from her purse and pa.s.sed it to Lin Nuan. She said, “Xiaonian has been tied down by a car loan and house loan these years, and she doesn’t have sufficient savings. I have two hundred thousand here. If this isn’t enough then let me know—I’ll think of something else. The pa.s.sword is our hostel number; just enter it twice.”

Lin Nuan nodded and took it over for Bai Xiaonian.

Bai Xiaonian’s father couldn’t undergo surgery in his state.

The doctor recommended he take Abinoque or Dojimi for treatment.

The doctor said as long as Bai Xiaonian could afford it, she could consider giving the patient either treatment. Abinoque was a treatment medicine devised by the Chinese biologist Liu Mingchen who received a n.o.bel Prize in Physiology. It was specialized to control and treat cancer cells in late stages for patients who couldn’t undergo surgery. The only thing was that the price was relatively high. A dose that lasted half a month would cost forty-eight thousand yuan.

If not, she could consider Sorafenib, which was still relatively effective. One bottle costs twenty-five thousand yuan and could last for half a month.