My Crush Also Has a Crush on Me!
Chapter 176 Sour Smell

Chapter 176: Chapter 176 Sour Smell

The woman glanced at Shen Liguang, understood, and when she was leaving, she whispered as she passed by him: "Really, being handsome really does attract little girls huh."

Shen Liguang was staring at his cellphone, texting the girl, and only looked up when he heard the woman speak.

The chubby girl was looking at him with a pitiful expression.

Unmoved, Shen Liguang walked over and handed over his cellphone: "Do you know your parents’ phone number? Contact them to come pick you up."

The chubby girl looked at Shen Liguang, suddenly felt a bit embarrassed: "Brother, I’m feeling a bit unwell."

"..." Shen Liguang frowned and shouted towards the door, "Take her to the hospital."

"Don’t, brother, I, I’ll call my parents." The chubby girl took the cellphone from him, glanced at Shen Liguang.

Shen Liguang paid her no attention, turned to look at the computer, while the chubby girl first dialed her number and then called her parents.

In the end, the girl was picked up. The people in Qian Zheng’s team watched as the chubby girl frequently turned back, their gazes fixed on Shen Liguang with deep meaning.

Someone bumped Shen Liguang’s shoulder, laughing meaningfully: "It’s over, boss, you’re done, you’re going to be entangled."

Wu Xiaowu echoed: "Just now Xiao Qian from the office also said it, that young lady only talks to you, tsk tsk, this is really sacrificial of your looks."

Shen Liguang: "How is Xiao Qian like a loudspeaker."

"Captain Shen, you need to be careful, that girl is a sasaeng fan right? Watch out she’s targeting you."

Shen Liguang grimaced, cursed "Get lost," and walked away with his phone to take a call.

Over there, several people continued discussing, laughing and messing around, this seemed to be their only entertainment while on duty.

Shen Liguang went downstairs, walked to the courtyard, and sat under the basketball hoop, the vicinity quieted down, the girl’s voice gentle and careful.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

"Mhm, at the station."

Fu Ying took a deep breath, Shen Liguang heard her sigh over the phone: "What’s wrong?"

"Mhm, stomach hurts."

Just as Fu Ying’s words fell, an alarm sounded on his side, particularly harsh.

The phone then went silent for two seconds without any voices.

Afterwards, Shen Liguang hurriedly left a message: "Boil some brown sugar water for yourself, got it?"

Fu Ying didn’t have time to respond before the call ended.

Sometimes during her menstrual period, she experienced severe stomach pain, sitting wanting to lie down, lying down wanting to stand, standing wanting to crouch, anyway, the pain made everything feel wrong.

In the middle of the night, she crawled out of bed to boil some brown sugar water, drank it while it was still warm, then climbed back into bed, not sure if it would help, but it was a comfort.

Later, she fell asleep hazily and didn’t feel the pain anymore.

The morning was foggy, a white expanse, and only slowly cleared by eight. She accompanied Xia Jinyun for a prenatal checkup, Fu Yan waited for them in the car.

Xia Jinyun was six or seven months pregnant, wearing flat shoes, belly protruding, walking slowly.

Fu Ying supported her, gazing at her belly a bit expectantly: "Hoping it’s a little girl."

Xia Jinyun, full of maternal glow, smiled gently: "Boy or girl, it’s all the same."

"Girls are cute." Fu Ying muttered.

Xia Jinyun nodded: "They are cute, your eldest brother said the same."

They entered the hospital, Fu Ying went to register. At the hospital entrance, there was a chaos, an ambulance just stopped, the back door opened, and several people in white coats rushed into the hospital pushing a stretcher.

Amidst the chaos and hurried footsteps, the person on the stretcher, wearing a firefighter uniform, quickly passed by.

Perhaps Xia Jinyun was sensitive, her heart suddenly tightened.

Fu Ying turned her head back, realizing Xia Jinyun wasn’t in the same spot.

Looking around, she found Xia Jinyun standing in front of the elevator, continuously pressing the elevator button.

Fu Ying wanted to follow, she got into the elevator, and the elevator doors closed.

"It’s serious; we need you to sign a critical condition notice."

In the December weather, Fu Yi was sweating profusely, his face ashen. After signing the critical condition notice, he heard a trembling voice beside him.

"Ah Yi."

Fu Yi looked up to see Xia Jinyun with reddened eyes, her steps hurried yet slow.

Fu Yi approached her, supporting her: "Why did you come to the hospital for a prenatal checkup alone?"

"My younger sister accompanied me," Xia Jinyun grasped his hand, relieved, "It’s good that you’re fine."

Fu Yi stared at the words ’in surgery,’ his gaze growing dark: "I’m fine, but my teammates are not."

"Don’t worry, they’ll be okay."

"Hopefully," Fu Yi sighed slightly, pulling her to sit down outside the operating room, "Seeing how frantic you were, rushing over with your belly."

"I’m worried about you, been a bit sensitive lately."

"I’m going to be a dad; I will definitely protect myself and be careful."

Xia Jinyun leaned into his embrace, her previously panicking heart gradually calming down.

Fu Ying went upstairs, saw her elder brother, considerately handed over the registration slip she carried, then silently left the hospital, waiting in the car for Xia Jinyun.

Fu Yan fell asleep waiting in the car; the door opened and the cold air rushed in, waking Fu Yan.

"Done?"

Fu Ying shook her head: "Ran into big brother, and now sister-in-law is with him."

Fu Yan frowned: "Damn, this sickening stench."

Fu Yan reached for his phone, trying again to add Jin Can on WeChat, but got no response.

Fu Yan sighed deeply, leaned back in the car, reached for a cigarette thinking of Xia Jinyun coming soon, got out of the car, and started smoking at the roadside.

After about half an hour, Fu Yi was seen helping Xia Jinyun.

"Drive slowly," Fu Yi instructed.

Fu Yan glanced at his brother: "Got it."

As Xia Jinyun held Fu Yi’s hand, thinking of the critically ill man in the surgery room, she felt a bit scared: "Ah Yi, be careful."

Fu Yi nodded: "I know, let’s go back."

Fu Yan raised an eyebrow, seeing the couple about to kiss foreheads, he rolled up the rear car window separating them, poked his head out to Fu Yi and said "Let’s go," then immediately drove off.

The man left standing behind stayed there for a long time before leaving.

This, perhaps, is the detail.

The weekend passed quickly, and soon it was Monday.

Fu Ying walked through the campus, the wind blowing in her face; she buried her face in her scarf, walking through the white mist into the classroom, her hair wet.

A class lasted nearly an hour, and by the end, the day had brightened and the haze had dispersed.

Lin Lishan was threading through the crowd, walking towards her.

"Your hands."

Fu Ying looked down: "Frozen."

"Don’t even say, this winter came early and it’s particularly cold."

Lin Lishan spoke while handing her a warm milk tea: "Warm them up quickly, they’re nearly freezing off."

Every winter her hands and feet were cold, no matter how much she wore.

With the milk tea in her hands, Fu Ying finally felt sensation in them.

The two girls walked on the tree-lined path of the campus, the plane trees bare and leaves scattered around, the branches lonely.

Lin Lishan looked up and spotted Fu Yan.

Recently, her younger brother had been appearing often at their school. Lin Lishan looked up to see Fu Yan blocking Jin Can’s way, she asked: "Is your brother chasing that senior from third year, Jin Can?"