, you should just go out and meet him, or have him come in.” 。"Let him in, and you won't sleep" Lu Hanchuan gave her a sideways glance. 。Fu Xiaoyao smiled, "Anyway, I wasn't sleeping anyway, and I al..."It's nothing." The doctor pulled out a pen and wrote something in his notepad while answering in detail, "This young lady fainted from a fever due to getting caught in the rain. She woke up after her fever broke."

"Hmm." Lu Hannan nodded, indicating he understood.

Fu Xiaoyao secretly sized him up and sure enough, she saw that trace of worry in his eyes had disappeared.

My heart ached with bitterness. Fu Xiaoyao couldn't bear it for a moment and raised her foot to leave.

"Where are you going" Lu Hanchuan asked.

Fu Xiaoyao kept moving, without answering. Her figure soon disappeared outside the door.

Song Yi saw this and looked at Lu Hanchuan with dissatisfaction, “Mr., can’t you see that Mrs. is angry”

"Angry" Lu Hanchuan was taken aback.

He still didn't seem to notice.

"What is she angry about" Lu Hánchuan asked.

Fu Xiaoyao sighed, "She doesn't even know why she's angry. Sir, you're really oblivious. Let me tell you, Madam is upset because she thinks you care too much about Qi Ya."

Upon hearing this, Lu Hanchuan's eyes widened slightly, and he instinctively wanted to explain that he wasn't too concerned about Qi Ya.

However, when it came to my lips, I couldn't bring myself to say it.

Seeing this scene, Song Yi, who had still been somewhat confident in him, now shook her head in disappointment and left the room.

She just didn't understand, what magic did this woman Qi Ya have.

Mr. Mingming loved his wife, yet he still couldn't let go of this woman.

It's so frustrating!

Walking out of the room, Auntie Song saw Fu Xiaoyao sitting on the stairs with a low mood. She was startled and quickly walked over to ask, "Madam, why are you sitting here"

"I felt a little dizzy just now, so I'm resting here for a bit." Fu Xiaoyao replied, her face pale.

Aunt Song immediately became anxious upon hearing this, hurriedly reaching out to touch her forehead. "Let me see, did you catch a cold just now You seem to have a fever too."

"I don't have a fever, I just checked." Fu Xiaoyao smiled faintly.

Aunt Song touched her forehead and it was true. She felt relieved, "It's good that you don't have a fever, but we still can't relax completely. Here Mrs., I'll go make some ginger soup for you to drink."

"No need, Auntie Song," Fu Xiaoyao refused.

"That's what I want!" Aunt Song insisted.

Fu Xiaoyao couldn't resist her, and was dragged downstairs to the kitchen by her.

Aunt Song was busy in the kitchen, while Fu Xiaoyao leaned against the door frame watching and waiting.

After a short wait, a steaming bowl of ginger soup was ready.

"Come on, drink it quickly," Aunt Song urged her.

Fu Xiaoyao said thanks and slowly sipped the ginger soup.

After a while, with a bowl of ginger soup in her stomach, not only was her body warmed, but even her somewhat icy heart felt much warmer.

She put down her bowl, let out a soft sigh, and a flush of color appeared on her face, no longer so pale.

"Are you feeling better now, Madam Is your head still dizzy" Aunt Song took the empty bowl from her hands and asked with concern.

Fu Xiaoyao shook her head, "I'm not sleepy anymore, Auntie Song, your ginger soup really works."

"Well then, that's good. It's getting late, Madam, you should hurry back to your room and rest." Aunt Song took the bowl to the faucet to wash it.

Fu Xiaoyao closed her eyes, "I can't sleep."

"What's wrong" Aunt Song looked back at her. "Is it because Qi Ya is here that you can't sleep"

Fu Xiaoyao didn't deny it, she hummed in agreement, "Not only that, there's also the reason for Hanchuan."

Auntie Song paused her dishwashing. "Sir... Madam, are you still bothered by what Sir said just now..."

"Yes, I care, I really do!" Fu Xiaoyao sniffed, her voice laced with bitterness. "Aunt Song, you know Seeing him so anxious about Qi Ya, I felt really angry. I'm not a petty person, he can care and worry about others, but only Qi Ya... I can't get over this hurdle in my heart."

"I know, I know everything," Aunt Song wiped her hands and reached out to hold hers. "But madam, don't overthink it. You are the one who married Mr. He, and the person he loves now is also you. Qi Ya is already in the past."

"It is precisely because of this that I am even more concerned." Fu Xiaoyao retracted her hand, her face full of self-deprecation. "I don't really understand. How can Lu Hanzchuan say he loves me while still not letting go of Qi Ya Since he can't let go of Qi Ya, why bother coming back to me He might as well just get a divorce!"

Aunt Song was taken aback by her words and quickly hushed her, "Madam, don't say such things. Your husband loves you. As for Qi Ya... just think of it as her being confused and muddled. Please don't even think about divorce. You two have finally started to look like a real couple, and you can't let someone else cause cracks in your relationship again."

"Crevices...haven't they always been there" Fu Xiaoyao murmured, her eyes downcast.

Aunt Song's mouth opened and closed, speechless. She didn't know how to advise him anymore.

Yes, the cracks have always been there.

Qi Ya and that child are both factors that contribute to the existence of the rift.

"Well, Auntie Song, I've been complaining so much, I really feel embarrassed. You should rest early. I'll head back to my room first." Saying that, Fu Xiaoyao turned and left the kitchen.

Back upstairs, she gently twisted the doorknob, but found that the lights in the room were on, indicating someone was inside.

As for who it was, she didn't even need to think.

She was just a little curious why he wasn't in the guest room with Qi Ya.

Without much thought, Fu Xiaoyao stepped inside. As soon as she entered, she saw Lu Hanchuan carrying a glass of red wine coming in from the balcony.

"You're back" he asked.

Fu Xiaoyao glanced at him, nodded slightly in response, and then walked towards the bathroom.

Lu Hannan saw her attitude so cold, his eyebrows could not help but wrinkle. He put down the red wine in his hand and followed her into the bathroom.

Fu Xiaoyao was brushing her teeth, and Lu Hanchuan stood at the bathroom door watching her. "Still angry"

"No." Fu Xiaoyao replied him with two words faintly.

Lü Hánchuan's eyebrows rose slightly.

What kind of tone is this It's not anger, is it

Lu Hanchuan rubbed his slightly aching temples, "If you mind Qi Ya, I can have her sent away."

"Mind" Fu Xiaoyao stopped brushing her teeth, rinsed her mouth with the water, then turned to him, "Yes, I mind Qi Ya, but what about you Don't you have anything to explain to me Like why are you so nervous and worried about her."

"She's not feeling well." Lu Hanchuan answered her.

Fu Xiaoyao smiled, but it was a cold smile. "Yes, she is in poor health, I admit that, but is there no other reason"

Lu Hanchuan's eyes flickered, and he replied with a question, "What do you think the reason is"

"Of course you still love her."

"Impossible!" Lu Hanchuan answered without hesitation.

He knew very well that he no longer loved Qi Ya.

Although Fu Xiaoyao was surprised by Lu Hanchuan's quick reply, it didn't bring her any joy.

She took a breath and looked up at the ceiling, as if trying to hold back her tears. "Since you don't love her anymore, why are you so hung up on her, so worried about her I can tell you really care about Qi Ya."

Lu Hanchuan lowered his eyes, his eyelids concealing the emotions in his eyes, "You're not wrong, I do still care about her, but it's not because of love, but..."

"But what" Fu Xiaoyao stared at him, a sudden surge of hope rising in her heart. help Xiaobao recover."Upon hearing this, Fu Xiaoyao's expression flickered for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure. "Him What can he do Do you think Xiaobao doesn't know who his father i...