Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 268 - 267: Listen to My Fabrication

Chapter 268: Chapter 267: Listen to My Fabrication

Zheng Lirong rubbed the corners of her eyes and sat up straight, looking towards Lin Nianhe: "Everything is arranged on my end, when can you get things ready here?"

"That will be tomorrow night then, you just need to bring someone there to pick up the stuff," Lin Nianhe lifted the corners of her mouth, "You probably don’t have much time either, right?"

"Mmh... Okay, tomorrow night then."

Indeed, Zheng Lirong didn’t have much time; if she didn’t return soon, trouble would likely come knocking again.

She was also somewhat puzzled as to why Lin Nianhe could prepare the goods so quickly, but upon further thought, she understood—likely because of the previous incident, she must have some stockpiled goods on hand.

It related to the past, and Zheng Lirong did not wish to dwell on it, and she did not ask further.

That night, she stayed at Ten Miles Team, hugging her children, sleep eluding her the entire night.

Uncle Guan’s house was some distance from the Educated Youth Corps, and thus, she was unaware of what was happening there.

"Ah Qiu—cough cough cough... Ah Qiu—"

In the middle of the night, Lin Nianhe "delivered the goods" and returned, climbing over the wall to her cottage. She hadn’t even taken a bath when she began to sneeze.

"Darn it, it’s so cold in the Northeast now..."

Feeling cold to the bone, she quickly took out two heaters from her space and turned them up to the highest setting.

The advantage of a small room was apparent, as the indoor temperature quickly rose.

Lin Nianhe felt her head was dizzy, and after a simple wash, she changed into a fluffy thick pajama and crawled into bed.

Half-awake, half-asleep, she alternated between feeling cold and hot. Drawing on her experience from numerous illnesses, she forced her aching body to sit up, took out some fever medicine from her space, ate it, added another blanket to her bed, and then plumped back down onto the bed.

A single iced coffee had taken Lin Nianhe down.

"Sister Lan was right after all... even tofu is tougher than I am..."

The next day, wrapped in her blanket and sitting on the bed, Lin Nianhe munched on the millet porridge provided by Wang Shumei and hoarsely murmured to herself.

"Just talk less," Wang Shumei chided her, "I’ll go talk to the brigade leader later. If Daxi doesn’t go to the fields, maybe she can accompany you to the clinic."

"No need," Lin Nianhe shook her head, "I’ve taken medicine. I’ll be fine after a bit more sleep."

Wang Shumei sized her up, not believing Lin Nianhe’s words.

Other people might get better from a cold with just a pill, but Lin Nianhe...

Wang Shumei suggested: "Why don’t I give Comrade Su a call to come over and look after you?"

"No, no, no, he has to work," Lin Nianhe wrapped the blanket tighter around herself, "Sister Shumei, I really am okay, I’m not lying to you."

"Alright then, I’ll come check on you after my class is done."

"Mhmm, okay."

After finishing her meal, Lin Nianhe lay back down on the bed, fidgeted a bit, and soon fell asleep again.

Wang Shumei applied for sick leave on behalf of Lin Nianhe. Principal Wu had come to see her and, seeing her asleep, could only return to the village school to cover her classes.

Not long after Principal Wu had left, Zheng Lirong arrived.

She had learned about Lin Nianhe’s illness after sending Zheng Shan and Bai Xiaojun to school. After settling the two children, she immediately came to the Educated Youth Corps.

"Sister, sister? Wake up, I’ll take you to the clinic."

"Hmm..."

Lin Nianhe groggily opened her eyes, vaguely recognizing the voice as Zheng Lirong’s. She shook her head and buried her face back into the blanket, "I’m fine, Sister Lirong... Just need to sleep a bit more..."

"What are you blabbering about? You’ve got such a high fever, it’s burning to the touch." Zheng Lirong said, getting ready to find clothes for Lin Nianhe.

Lin Nianhe reached a hand out from under the blanket, grabbing her finger.

She squinted her eyes open just a sliver, swallowed, and then said: "No, if I go to the clinic... Brother Yuncheng will definitely find out... It will cause trouble for you when you pick up the goods tonight..."

Zheng Lirong was taken aback, feeling the hand holding her fingertip was exceptionally hot.

She clenched her teeth and said: "Then we’ll wait for tomorrow; if it still doesn’t work, we’ll wait until you are better."

"You don’t have time..." Lin Nianhe muttered, her eyes closing once again.

Zheng Lirong stood in the dim room, listening to Lin Nianhe’s rapid breathing, hesitated for a moment, then quickly ran outside.

Lin Nianhe opened her eyes again and, indeed, saw the familiar ceiling of the clinic.

She blinked, then struggled to close her eyes again—how unexpectedly strong she felt, realizing she was in the clinic.

"Why didn’t you say you were sick?"

Lin Nianhe, with eyes closed, rolled her eyes around.

Heh, she must be hallucinating from the fever. She actually heard Su Yuncheng’s voice.

"Ah..."

After a soft sigh, a cool, large hand was placed on Lin Nianhe’s forehead.

The chilly touch forced her mind to wake up. Lin Nianhe pursed her lips and after her eyelashes trembled slightly, she slowly opened her eyes.

This time, instead of the clinic’s ceiling, she saw the face that lived in the core of her heart.

"Brother Yuncheng." Her eyes were full of innocence as if she had just woken up.

Su Yuncheng removed his hand and said, "You still have a bit of a fever."

"Mm." Lin Nianhe obediently nodded, lying still on the bed.

Her eyes darted around, and not seeing anyone else, she tentatively asked, "Who brought me here?"

"Educated Youth Wen." Su Yuncheng replied, "Feng Wei ran into her on the way, and that’s how I found out."

"I see..."

Lin Nianhe sighed in relief.

It was good that it wasn’t Zheng Lirong who brought her over.

"Nianhe."

"Mm?"

"Is there something you are hiding from me?"

"Ah?"

Lin Nianhe grabbed the corner of the blanket, her face involuntarily started to turn red, and her voice weakened a bit: "I don’t, I don’t have anything to hide..."

Su Yuncheng looked at her, his gaze deep: "You were talking in your sleep just now."

"Ah? What, what did I say?"

Lin Nianhe’s cold sweat dropped instantly.

If her body allowed, she would have jumped straight out of bed.

Talking in sleep, oh dear!

What on earth did she say? She didn’t reveal everything about the space and time travel, did she?

Su Yuncheng stared into her eyes and slowly said, "You kept saying, ’Don’t let Brother Yuncheng find out.’ Nianhe, what can’t you let me know?"

Lin Nianhe: "Ah ha ha ha, are you talking about that, ha ha ha, listen to me make up nonsense, I mean, listen to me make excuses... ah spit, I mean, listen to me explain!"

Su Yuncheng: "Go ahead, make something up."

Lin Nianhe pouted, glanced at him, and said, "Can I have some water first? My throat is so dry."

This way of changing the subject was truly not clever, but Su Yuncheng still poured her some warm water first. He supported the back of her neck with one hand to help her sit up, and with the other hand, he brought the enamel mug to her lips.

Lin Nianhe hesitated, sipping water bit by bit, and her fever-sluggish brain desperately tried to figure out how to brush off that statement.

Su Yuncheng saw her holding water in her mouth without swallowing, so he moved the enamel mug away and asked, "Have you thought up something?"

Lin Nianhe: "..."

She swallowed the water in her mouth with a "gulp" and lifting her eyes to meet Su Yuncheng’s, she said in a soft voice: "I was afraid it would affect your work."

Su Yuncheng nodded, "Try again."

Lin Nianhe stared at his smiling eyes, and her face suddenly turned red.

She lowered her eyes, bit her lower lip, and whispered like a fluttering mosquito: "I was just afraid that you would look down on me for being too frail..."

Su Yuncheng: "...!"