God of Racing

Chapter 492 - 480

Yu Sangwan went out alone, but she came back with An Zihao.

Regarding this, both Yu Zhiyuan and An Daoxun were naturally pleased to see it. Mrs. An came out of the kitchen, smiling at the two children, "Wanwan, did you go out to buy soy sauce? I forgot to tell you, there’s still some in the cupboard."

"..." Yu Sangwan forced a smile.

Mrs. An was taken aback, "What’s wrong?"

"Mom, don’t ask. Wanwan is not feeling well." An Zihao supported Yu Sangwan towards the bathroom, carefully taking care of her. "Wanwan, wait here for a bit. I’ll get you some clean clothes."

Yu Sangwan nodded silently, but her spirit was still very dazed.

Hot water showered down as Yu Sangwan hugged herself tightly. She closed her eyes, and Lu Jinxuan’s face filled her mind, haunting her...

Nightfall.

Yu Sangwan curled up on the small bed in Yu Zhiyuan’s room, trembling under the covers. She kept her eyes tightly shut, her breathing heavy, and painful moans escaped from her throat from time to time.

In the darkness, Yu Zhiyuan groped to turn on the light, "Wanwan, I’m thirsty."

"Mm..." Yu Sangwan hummed unconsciously, not really responding to him.

"Tsk!" Yu Zhiyuan grew impatient, "Wanwan? Get up quickly, how can you sleep so soundly?"

Yu Sangwan seemed to hear her father calling her, but she struggled for a long time without being able to open her eyes, as if glue sealed her eyelids. She moved her mouth, trying to respond, but her throat felt like it was on fire.

"Ugh..."

"Why are you so slow!"

Yu Zhiyuan grew more impatient, his tone was quite unpleasant, "If you don’t want to take care of me, then let Zihao do it!"

After saying that, he yelled outside, "Zihao, Zihao!"

His loud voice naturally startled An Zihao next door.

An Zihao rushed over and turned on the light. At first glance, he saw Yu Sangwan struggling hard to get up, looking very pale and uncomfortable.

"Uncle, what do you need?" An Zihao hurried over to calm the anxious Yu Zhiyuan.

Over the years, An Zihao saw clearly that Yu Zhiyuan could hardly be said to have any love for his daughter.

Yu Zhiyuan looked displeased, "Thirsty."

"Let me get the water." An Zihao quickly poured a glass of water and fed it to Yu Zhiyuan.

After drinking the water, Yu Zhiyuan glanced at Yu Sangwan, who still seemed not fully awake, and instead of calming down, his anger grew. His upper body had regained some movement, although still uncoordinated... He swung his arm, and a jug of hot water on the table splashed onto Yu Sangwan!

"Uncle!"

"Ah!"

The scalding water from the jug poured out, burning Yu Sangwan, making her jolt and scream as she opened her eyes. The jug didn’t hit the floor, but rolled onto Yu Sangwan’s small bed.

"Wanwan!" An Zihao rushed over, lifting Yu Sangwan and nervously holding her scalded hand, "It’s all red! Pain..."

As he held her hand, An Zihao realized Yu Sangwan’s whole body was burning hot!

Just now, he also thought Yu Sangwan was in such a deep sleep that she didn’t get up in time to pour water for Yu Zhiyuan, but now it seems... she was sick!

An Zihao reached out to touch her forehead, frowning with urgency, "Wanwan, you have a fever!"

"Mm..." Yu Sangwan looked confused, seemingly not understanding what he said.

Yu Zhiyuan’s eyes flickered, and he opened his mouth.

Still speaking coldly, "A fever? I think she’s just tired of this old fart..."

"Uncle!" An Zihao couldn’t hold back anymore and interrupted him discontentedly, "You should stop! Wanwan has a fever. When she went out today, she came back soaking wet. Something must have happened! I asked her, but she wouldn’t say."

Yu Zhiyuan paused, and quickly sneered again, "What could have happened to her? She won’t die!"

"Uncle." An Zihao felt shocked. He had wronged Yu Sangwan, but they were not blood relatives. Even so, he couldn’t understand why Yu Zhiyuan could be so heartless. "Wanwan is your daughter! Why do you treat her like this?"

"..." Yu Zhiyuan was rendered speechless by the question, but his eyes grew even more profound.

An Zihao picked up the almost unconscious Yu Sangwan and headed straight out of the room. "Wanwan, hold on, we’re going to the hospital!"

Yu Zhiyuan lost his spirit, muttering, "Wanwan..."

Downstairs.

The sensor light in the apartment hallway lit up as An Zihao hurriedly came out carrying Yu Sangwan.

As soon as he got down the steps, he was blocked by someone.

An Zihao was startled; it was actually... Lu Jinxuan.

It turned out Lu Jinxuan never left; he had been waiting downstairs at the An Family’s building. He didn’t know how to explain or what to do with Yu Sangwan.

"Lu... Mr. Lu?" An Zihao felt a bit of fear.

Lu Jinxuan didn’t even glance at him, directly taking Yu Sangwan from his arms. Sensing her burning temperature, his heart suddenly tightened, knowing it must be due to falling into the water in the afternoon... This shoddy neighborhood’s man-made lake was indeed filthy!

He carried her to the car, and An Zihao followed closely behind him, "Mr. Lu, where are you taking Wanwan?"

It seemed as though Lu Jinxuan didn’t hear, carrying Yu Sangwan straight to the car. How could An Zihao be reassured? Though he didn’t know what had happened between them, since Yu Sangwan didn’t want to be by his side now, he couldn’t look the other way.

He followed behind Lu Jinxuan’s car all the way to Earl Private Hospital.

At the entrance, An Zihao was stopped, "Sir, this is a private hospital, you cannot enter!"

"But my friend..." An Zihao pleaded anxiously, only to be helplessly turned away.

Inside the hospital room.

"Acute lung infection." The doctor diagnosed Yu Sangwan, putting away his stethoscope, "And due to her physical weakness and low immunity, the fever was quite severe."

Lu Jinxuan nodded, his gaze never leaving Yu Sangwan.

The nurse came in and set up an IV for Yu Sangwan. After taking the medication, Yu Sangwan gradually stabilized, her tightly knit brows relaxing.

The VIP room was very quiet.

As usual, Lu Jinxuan held Yu Sangwan in his arms. He gently lowered his head, kissing her on the forehead, "Wanwan, I didn’t lie to you... I really like you."

After the medication, Yu Sangwan sweated a lot, making her body sticky. Despite this, Lu Jinxuan was reluctant to let her go. With his severe cleanliness obsession, he never knew he could be indifferent to it, all because this person was Yu Sangwan.

Yu Sangwan slept deeply, feeling like she had a long dream.

She couldn’t remember the scene in the dream; all she felt upon waking was pain.

"..." Yu Sangwan opened her eyes, unsurprised to find herself nestled in Lu Jinxuan’s arms.

His peaceful sleeping face was the same as always. Back then, how much she liked him, now how much it felt like a mockery! She stared at him, eager to know how he would face her upon waking.

As if sensing her gaze, Lu Jinxuan furrowed his brows and slowly opened his eyes. "Wanwan."

"..." Yu Sangwan silently curled her lips, her words full of sarcasm, "Mr. Lu, did you sleep well?"