Downstairs, Fu Zishu and Luo Hanshang were sitting in the living room, feeling extremely awkward.
From time to time he glanced up at the clock on the wall.
Ten minutes, twenty minutes ?? Forty minutes.
Why isn't Ning Jiang getting down quickly?
Luo Hanshang drank two cups of tea. When the servant was about to pour him another cup, he raised his hand to stop him.
He looked at Fu Zishu: "Have you found out who did it?"
Fu Zishu looked at him, confused.
After thinking for a moment, he asked: "You mean, the person who attacked Chuchen?"
"Otherwise, do you and I have anything else to talk about?"
Fu Zishu rolled his eyes. This man's words are just as bad as before.
"No, the driver said, the man was wearing a hat and mask. He didn't see the main features of the man's face."
"You didn't arrange for an investigation?"
"Not yet."
Luo Hanshang said coldly, "There should be surveillance on the way to the kindergarten. As long as you want to investigate, you can always find traces of that criminal."
Fu Zishu looked at him.
However, he didn't expect that Lu Li would still help him to come up with some ideas.
"I'll arrange for someone to investigate."
Ning Jiang and Chuchen stayed upstairs for nearly an hour.
Before she went downstairs, she noticed that Chuchen's face was a bit red.
She gently caressed his forehead and couldn't help but frown.
Based on her many years of experience, this child had a fever, and the temperature was not low either.
She touched her forehead with his and asked, "Chuchen, are you cold?"
Chuchen nodded: "Cold."
Ning Jiang stood up, walked to the door and said to the servant, "Go find a thermometer."
The servant hurried downstairs.
Fu Zishu thought it was Ning Jiang who came down, but when he saw his aunt, he couldn't help but feel happy for nothing.
He asked, "Is Ning Jiang still up there?"
"Yes, young master. Miss Ning wants a thermometer."
"What's going on?" Fu Zishu stood up.
"I'm not sure either."
"Go look," Fu Zishu got up and said to Luo Hanshang, "Director Luo, please sit for a moment, I will go upstairs to take a look."
Luo Hanshang raised his eyebrows and did not say a word.
Fu Zishu quickly went upstairs.
Ning Jiang said to him, "Chuchen seems to have a fever."
He went up and touched Chuchen's forehead.
Not long later, the aunt came back. Ning Jiang helped Chuchen take a temperature of 39 ??.
Fu Zishu said anxiously, "Why did it burn so badly all of a sudden?"
Chuchen said, "The water is very, very cold."
Ning Jiang rubbed Chuchen's face and said to Fu Zishu, "Let's go to the hospital. Give Chuchen a thorough examination. Otherwise, I won't be able to feel at ease."
"Alright, I'll make the arrangements."
Fu Zishu walked to the door and came back, "Chuchen, there's a guest downstairs. Remember, you can't call me Mama. You want to call me Da Jiang'er, understand? "
Chuchen nodded in confusion.
Hearing that Chuchen had a fever, Luo Hanshang naturally couldn't urge Ning Jiang to leave.
He accompanied them to the hospital.
Chuchen had a fever due to the cold.
After completing the admission procedures, Chuchen started to cough.
Seeing Chuchen suffer so much, Ning Jiang could not leave no matter what.
She discussed with Luo Hanshang and wanted to spend the night here with Chuchen.
Luo Hanshang originally wanted to refuse, but when he saw Chuchen lying on the sickbed with a sickly look on his face, he had no choice but to compromise.
Ning Jiang let Luo Hanshang and Fu Zishu go back to rest.
If Fu Zishu didn't want to leave, Luo Hanshang naturally couldn't.
He couldn't just leave his wife by Fu Zishu's side.
It was around 11 PM. Chuchen finally had a fever and fell into a deep sleep.
Ning Jiang turned around and saw Fu Zishu dozing off on the sofa.
Luo Hanshang looked at her and asked, "How is it?"
Ning Jiang smiled at him. "It's gone. Are you sure you won't go back tonight?"
"No reply."
Ning Jiang said, "Then I'll get the nurse to add a bed in the room. You should get some rest as well."
She stood up and left. Luo Hanshang woke Fu Zishu up.
Fu Zishu looked at him sleepily: "What are you doing?"
"Go back and rest."
Fu Zishu was puzzled. How could he be so kind?
"Ning Jiang and my wife are here tonight to watch over the child. Tomorrow, it will be your turn. He couldn't leave her alone all the time. It would drag her down. There's no need for three people here tonight, don't you think? "
Fu Zishu thought for a while. He could probably guess Luo Hanshang's worries, so he agreed.
He left the room, found Ning Jiang, and left after saying goodbye to her.
When Ning Jiang returned. Luo Hanshang had already walked into the room and lied down on the bed that was already there.
She walked over to him and covered him with the blanket.
He looked at her and raised an eyebrow.
She pursed her lips and smiled gratefully. "Thank you."
Luo Hanshang snorted and ignored her.
Ning Jiang knew that his current mood was not out of disgust. She smiled and turned around to return to Chuchen's side.
Luo Hanshang grabbed her wrist.
Ning Jiang turned around and looked at him.
Wu Tie closed his eyes and said, "Fu Zishu and I will take turns to take care of this child. Tomorrow, stop trying to be brave."
Ning Jiang nodded. "Yes."
She knew how much he had conceded.
The next morning, Ning Jiang woke up on the sofa to the sound of chatting.
This voice belonged to Luo Hanshang and Chuchen.
Luo Hanshang said, "I accompanied you for the whole night."
Chuchen said, "I didn't ask you to accompany me."
"You brat, you really don't know what's good for you."
"It's not like I don't know what's good for me. You're the one who should be confused."
"I wonder?"
Chuchen nodded: "Yeah, I don't know you, why are you accompanying me?"
Luo Hanshang was almost pissed off by this kid.
He had told this kid twice that Ning Jiang was his wife, but this kid didn't seem to care at all.
"My wife is taking care of you here. Do you think I know you?"
"Who's your wife?"
Luo Hanshang pointed to Ning Jiang on the sofa, but she had already sat up.
She didn't even need to wake up before she said to Chuchen who was on the sickbed, "Chuchen, you're awake. How is it? Are you feeling bad?"
Chuchen saw Ning Jiang and chuckled. He started to cough when he was about to say something.
Ning Jiang walked up and gently patted his back.
"Da Jiang'er, I can't even breathe with this nose of mine." He pointed at the right side of his nose, completely throwing the conversation between him and Luo Hanshang to the back of his mind.
Ning Jiang said, "You must have caught a cold."
"Mmm, my throat feels bad too."
Ning Jiang rubbed his head and looked at him lovingly.
Luo Hanshang, who sat on the edge of the bed, had a dark expression on his face.
She had clearly overheard him talking to the child, so she had changed the subject.
She hadn't even looked at him since she'd gotten up, but she had been kind to other men.
Good for you, Ning Jiang.
He was displeased and provoked, "Wife."
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