Chapter 245: Auntie’s Illness (Part 1)

Song Qingwan, this woman, is a bit crazy, but some of her words make sense.

This Little Troublemaker doesn’t look like him, so she must resemble her mother whose identity is unknown.

Lu Junhan furrowed his brows, as if suddenly remembering something. His sharp, thin lips pursed tightly as he turned his head to look at the little girl sitting obediently across from him.

The little girl curled up on the sofa saw him looking over, unsure of his intention, yet she blinked her clean, black eyes with joy and ran over to sit beside him.

Then she tilted her pretty chubby face and showed him a silly, sweet smile: "Daddy."

Lu Junhan was silent for a moment.

Thinking back, four years ago, there was a foolish woman who looked quite similar to this Little Troublemaker and, taking advantage of his unawareness, climbed into his bed...

Lu Junhan closed his eyes, the veins on his forehead throbbed.

He might have wronged this little one’s mother; perhaps that memory was something he willingly abandoned.

"Huh? Auntie, are you very hot?"

The little girl cheerfully called him Dad.

As soon as she turned her head, she saw Song Qingwan’s face had suddenly turned pale for some reason.

Within seconds, obvious cold sweat started forming on her forehead.

Even her breathing became heavier.

Her right hand tightened around her stomach, her body tensed as if enduring some intense pain.

The little loli saw more and more sweat, Auntie’s face getting paler, and thought Auntie might really be too hot and almost faint!

She became anxious.

Her little legs ran frantically to the kitchen, took a bottle of cold cola from the fridge, and hurriedly gave it to Song Qingwan: "Auntie, auntie! Drink this! Drinking this won’t make you hot anymore!"

Yesterday, she helped Grandpa fish in the yard; the sun was too strong, and she perspired a lot.

Auntie had given her this dark liquid to drink.

After drinking it, she didn’t feel hot at all! It was amazing!

"What’s going on? You’re not feeling well?"

Lu Junhan’s suspicious gaze turned to her.

Song Qingwan’s heart skipped a beat; this brat is inherently suspicious and too clever for his own good, not easy to fool.

She intended to make up a reason to brush it off.

But her stomach hurt so much she couldn’t speak, the nauseous feeling surged up to her throat in waves, opening her mouth only made her want to vomit violently.

Her vision started to darken.

Forcing her to grit her teeth tightly to avoid losing composure.

Then she stubbornly shook her head at Lu Junhan, indicating it wasn’t a big deal.

"Auntie, wipe the sweat!"

After a while, the little loli ran over with some tissues, mimicking how Song Qingwan used to wipe her sweat, cautiously tiptoeing and carefully pressing the tissues to her forehead:

"After wiping, it won’t be hot anymore!"

Lu Junhan paid no attention to her, instead turned to the servants with a cold command: "Prepare the car, go to the hospital."

Song Qingwan’s pupils contracted. She bit her teeth hard, wanting to say there was no need to go to the hospital.

But the pain was so extreme that she couldn’t articulate, as if she’d faint from agony any second!

Just then, the little girl removed the tissues soaking her forehead and hesitantly touched it with her small hands, fearing she’d missed some spots.

However, with her touch, Song Qingwan’s symptoms strangely eased significantly.

Before Song Qingwan could be surprised by this.

The driver entered at that moment, informing Lu Junhan the car was ready.

"Disperse, disperse, what’s the point of going to the hospital at night? Not knowing might think I’m about to die!"

Song Qingwan took a deep breath, waiting for the nauseating, intense pain to gradually subside.

Once she regained some energy, she waved nonchalantly at Lu Junhan with her pale face:

"I just drank too much on an empty stomach earlier, didn’t notice, and my gastritis flared up again; it’s not a big deal, taking some medication will sort it out!"

Saying this, she didn’t care what Lu Junhan thought, directly shouting:

"Nanny Liu, bring my stomach medicine over, yes! The kind I often take before."

Song Qingwan drank heavily while young to sustain the Lu Family, negotiating collaborations everywhere, constantly staying up late, poor dietary habits and irregular routines with immense work pressure.

After such ordeal, within a few years, she developed gastritis.

Her gastritis has persisted for at least 16 years, almost every servant at the Lu Family Villa knows about it, so they often keep stomach medicine at home.

And she was indeed clutching her stomach earlier like a gastritis flare.

The servants and security didn’t doubt it, promptly went to fetch her medicine.

Lu Junhan slightly furrowed his brows, his gaze deepened—whether he believed it or not was uncertain.

"Sick?"

The little girl, unaware of what gastritis is, felt confused, looking slightly anxious,

"Auntie, are you sick? Will—I mean, will you die from it?"

Song Qingwan was amused by her worried expression on the verge of crying, she chuckled:

"Of course I won’t die, Auntie’s is a minor illness, not a serious one."

Then she pinched her plump little cheek, catching a glimpse of Lu Junhan, teasing with a smile:

"But looking at your expression, one might think I really was about to die! Don’t worry, Auntie just needs some medicine to be fine!"

"Auntie, take it quickly, get better soon or else—else Li Li will be very sad."

The little girl pouted, looking up at her, speaking till her eyes turned red, her tender voice choked with emotion:

"I don’t want Auntie to be sick, being sick isn’t good."

Song Qingwan gazed at her tearful face, dazed for a while, then slowly smiled:

"Right, don’t get sick, being sick isn’t good."

As they spoke.

The servants hurried over with the gastric medicine, handing it to Song Qingwan.

Song Qingwan took the medicine in front of Lu Junhan and the little girl, especially under the little girl’s eager gaze, and swallowed it with warm water.

Seeing her swallow the medicine, the little girl sighed in relief, sniffed her sour nose, then joyfully said:

"Auntie, now that you’ve taken the medicine, you won’t be sick anymore, right?"

"Right!"

Song Qingwan merrily rubbed the little girl’s chubby cheek, "I’m not sick anymore now, as strong as can be! Stronger than Li Li even!"

"Really?" The little girl’s eyes lit up, jumping joyfully, "That’s great!"

Song Qingwan watched her, a gentle smile glowing in her eyes.

Yet, deep in her unseen eyes lay profound sadness and reluctance.

"Alright, I see it’s getting late,"

Song Qingwan unintentionally placed her right hand over her abdomen, checked the time on her phone, urged, "Why don’t you take Li Li upstairs to sleep first."

Lu Junhan gave her a profound glance, pursed his thin lips, said no more, carried the happy, bouncing little girl and headed upstairs.

Once they went upstairs, Song Qingwan also went up to her room.

However, as soon as she entered, unable to hold back, she dashed straight to the bathroom.

The next second, leaned over the sink, she vomited everything from her stomach.

Soon, the white sink stained with shocking crimson.

Song Qingwan closed her eyes.