Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 269 - 268: Let Me Continue the Story

Chapter 269: Chapter 268: Let Me Continue the Story

The little girl in his arms had a flushed face, her eyes misty with water, shyly whispering that she was afraid he would despise her.

At this moment, Su Yuncheng’s mind was suddenly flooded with countless thoughts.

Was she afraid that he would despise her for her poor health, worried that he might not want to marry her because of it? Or did she think she would become a burden and thus be despised? Could it be that his constant denial of her ideas while dealing with Bai Bo’s issue had given her a bad feeling?

Whichever it was, Su Yuncheng’s heart was struck, soft as a mess.

He gently set her down, reached out to brush away the stray hairs by her cheek, and met her panicked gaze with a look so tender it seemed almost tangible.

Lin Nianhe was indeed very panicked.

If she couldn’t bluff her way through this, then she really didn’t know how to make things up!

Su Yuncheng’s fingers lingered by Lin Nianhe’s cheek for a moment before tentatively pressing against her face.

He said, "Stop talking nonsense, how could I ever despise you?"

Lin Nianhe blinked unceasingly, staring at him intently.

Did he believe it?

Perhaps he did?

Just to be safe, Lin Nianhe squinted slightly, tilted her head, and rubbed her cheek against Su Yuncheng’s palm, shamelessly using her charms.

Su Yuncheng felt the smoothness in his palm, looking at Lin Nianhe, who resembled a little kitten, and his brain completely lost the ability to think.

At this moment, even if Lin Nianhe told him she was a vanguard from Cybertron, he would believe it.

He might even spontaneously feel that she came in peace.

Lin Nianhe, seeing Su Yuncheng’s ears turn red, shuffled around, buried her face in the blanket, and wholeheartedly finished her last act, "Ah... you’re so annoying, forcing me to say it all..."

"Slow down, slow down!" Su Yuncheng snapped back to reality, quickly holding down her hand that was receiving an injection, "Don’t move around, you’re still getting an injection."

"Mm... too late."

Lin Nianhe lifted her hand, the needle got tugged, causing a bump on the back of her hand.

"Bear with it a moment." Su Yuncheng frowned slightly, supporting her hand to pull out the needle.

"Hiss..."

Lin Nianhe cooperatively gasped, her tone remarkably calm, "It really hurts."

If Sister Lan were here, she would definitely roll her eyes at her and add: "What pain, Chuizi."

But Sister Lan wasn’t there, so Lin Nianhe could be as unrestrained as she wanted.

Lin Nianhe glanced up at the glass IV bottle, only a finger’s worth of medicine was left.

She tugged at Su Yuncheng’s sleeve, "There’s only a little bit left, can we stop the injection?"

Su Yuncheng also looked at the nearly empty medicine bottle and then at Lin Nianhe’s pitiful eyes, unconsciously nodding in agreement.

Lin Nianhe smiled brightly, "Brother Yuncheng is the best."

Su Yuncheng: "...!"

Because of Lin Nianhe’s phrase, "Brother Yuncheng is the best," Su Yuncheng agreed without hesitation to stay with her in the clinic that night.

It was only at midnight that he came to his senses – this time Lin Nianhe hadn’t made a fuss about being discharged.

Just as a hint of confusion arose in his heart, he looked down and saw Lin Nianhe’s hand stretching out, softly hooking onto his sleeve.

Su Yuncheng: "..."

No more thinking, whatever happens, happens, it wouldn’t matter to him even if the Milky Way exploded.

The next day, at noon.

Wang Shumei came to visit Lin Nianhe on behalf of all three hundred villagers.

"Comrade Su, could you please get some hot water? Nianhe has sweated a lot, she needs a wash," Wang Shumei found a reasonable and appropriate excuse.

Su Yuncheng nodded and left with the basin.

As he left the ward, Wang Shumei whispered into Lin Nianhe’s ear, "Sister Lirong has already left. She asked me to tell you that the goods have been taken."

"That’s good." Lin Nianhe sighed in relief, then asked, "What happened yesterday?"

"Sister Lirong came to see you and found you had a severe fever, so she came to find me at the village school, saying you didn’t want to go with her to the clinic," Wang Shumei said quickly, glancing at the door of the ward. "I figured you were worried about the trouble with retrieving the goods, so I sent Xiao Lan to bring you here."

"I had originally asked her to go to the police station to find Comrade Su, but unexpectedly, she ran into Comrade Feng on the way, which turned out quite timely."

Lin Nianhe looked at Wang Shumei with admiration.

She gave Wang Shumei a thumbs up: "Sister Shumei, you really handle things well."

Wang Shumei raised an eyebrow at her, then asked, "How are you feeling now?"

"The fever went down last night, but I’ve been lying here, not daring to leave," Lin Nianhe said. "If you hadn’t come, I wouldn’t have known how to drag out another day."

Wang Shumei smirked, whispering, "Now you know how important I am, right?"

"I’ve always known," Lin Nianhe smiled, propping herself up in the bed.

The soreness from the fever made her grimace.

Lin Nianhe stretched lazily and even heard her joints creak as she moved her shoulders.

"Eh?"

Wang Shumei suddenly reached out to her.

Lin Nianhe looked at her blankly, following her hand down to her own clothing.

Wang Shumei was holding on to Lin Nianhe’s collar, looking puzzled: "Speaking of which, I wanted to ask you yesterday about this piece of clothing... how did you make it?"

Lin Nianhe looked at the coral fleece pajamas she was wearing, blinking repeatedly...

The night before last, she felt cold and casually pulled out a thick nightgown from her space.

Then what?

Then she got a fever and was so dizzy she didn’t remember being taken to the clinic by Wen Lan, so how could she possibly change her clothes?

Lin Nianhe was about to say she bought it in Beijing when the door of the ward opened and Su Yuncheng came in with a basin.

Lin Nianhe: "..."

She had never wanted to see Su Yuncheng less than at this moment.

Wang Shumei poked Lin Nianhe’s face: "Nianhe?"

"Eh? Oh, you’re asking about this piece of clothing," Lin Nianhe said with a forced grin. "I made this myself."

Wang Shumei looked astounded: "You, who don’t even know how to sew, can do this?"

Lin Nianhe glanced at Su Yuncheng and indeed saw confusion in his eyes.

Clearly, he also had questions about the clothing but had been too distracted by her beauty to ask.

Lin Nianhe nodded, "This is different from sewing, you see, let me explain slowly..."

Wang Shumei’s eyes brightened, watching Lin Nianhe very intently.

She thought the garment looked beautiful and very warm.

Regardless of the era, girls always have a weakness for pretty clothes, and Wang Shumei was no exception.

Lin Nianhe tugged at her sleeve, gritting her teeth as she made up, "You need to tie wool and rabbit fur into small bundles, then slowly comb them out to make something like... dandelions, you know?"

Wang Shumei nodded repeatedly: "Mhm, keep going."

"Then, then... you need to hook them onto the base sweater..."

Lin Nianhe couldn’t make up anymore.

Anyone with a double-digit IQ wouldn’t believe her nonsense!