Chapter 939

But Lin Shiyu still rose from the sofa in the end. She walked over to the bed to check on Little Lemon, who was still fast asleep.

Why hadn’t Little Lemon woken yet?

Lin Shiyu furrowed her pretty brows. She opened the door to walk out and look for Sikong.

There were two figures standing along the corridor. Fu Qinglun and Sikong were standing together in discussion.

Lin Shiyu stopped in her tracks. Fu Qinglun had got up early and he was already discussing Little Lemon’s condition with Sikong.

Initially, her heart had calmed down a little, but from where she was standing, she could see Fu Qinglun’s knitted brows. She was unsure what Sikong was talking about. She could only see that Fu Qinglun’s handsome face looked very solemn.

Lin Shiyu swiftly clenched her fists. Was there something wrong with Little Lemon?

At this moment, Fu Qinglun looked up and saw Lin Shiyu. He promptly walked over to her. “You’ve woke up.”

“Mm.” Lin Shiyu nodded her head and looked at Fu Qinglun. “What did Sikong say? Why hasn’t Little Lemon woken yet? Is Little Lemon...”

“Shi’shi!” Fu Qinglun cut her off gently but firmly. “Don’t let your thoughts run wild. Little Lemon is in stable condition now and she’ll wake in a little while.”

“Really?”

“Yes, trust me.”

Looking at the man’s sincere and resolute expression, Lin Shiyu felt slightly relieved, but she knew that he was hiding something from her.

Just then, they heard the nurse’s delighted voice from the room. “Sir, Madam, Little Miss has woken up!”

Little Lemon had woken up!

...

Lin Shiyu sat on the bed and grasped Little Lemon’s hands. Her eyes were reddened and she asked gently, “Little Lemon, do you feel any pain? Tell Mommy.”

Little Lemon looked very frail but her large eyes were still very pristine, but she shook her little head. “Mommy, I don’t feel any pain. Don’t worry.”

Little Lemon was even more astute and mature than other children her age. At a certain point, she learned how to observe her Mommy’s anxious countenance and lied that she was not in pain. But how could Lin Shiyu believe that Little Lemon was not in pain?

Lin Shiyu caressed Little Lemon’s face. “Are you hungry? How about Mommy heads home to cook some porridge for you, alright?”

Little Lemon nodded. “Okay, Mommy, I’m so tired and I want to sleep a while more.”

“Go to sleep, Little Lemon. Mommy will be back very soon to accompany you.”

Little Lemon fell asleep again. Lin Shiyu covered her with the blanket and left the room. Just then, Old Madam and Madam Sikong rushed over. “Little Shi’shi, how is Little Lemon? My poor child, she has to go through so much suffering at such a young age.”

Old Madam and Madam Sikong’s eyes were reddened and it was obvious they had been crying. As Lin Shiyu looked at them, her eyes turned red too.

“Grandma, Auntie.” Just then, Fu Qinglun walked over, wrapped his arm around Lin Shiyu’s svelte waist and looked at Old Madam and Madam Sikong unhappily. “You can go in to see Little Lemon. I will send Shi’shi back home now.”

Old Madam and Madam Sikong looked at Lin Shiyu’s pale face and promptly kept silent. They had made her sad again.

Madam Sikong was holding a thermos flask. “Little Shi’shi, this is the porridge that I’ve cooked for you to give Little Lemon later. You don’t have to go back to cook porridge. You can take a shower at home and bring over some clothes for Little Lemon. Little Lemon will still have to stay in the hospital for observation over the next few days.”

Lin Shiyu nodded. “Okay.”

Fu Qinglun left with Lin Shiyu. Old Madam and Madam Sikong dried their tears and turned around. As they turned around, they saw Sikong standing there.

“Son, why didn’t you make a sound? Are you trying to scare us to death?” Madam Sikong berated.

Sikong gave a resigned sigh.

Old Madam’s heart skipped a beat. “Sikong, what’s the matter? Is Little Lemon’s condition not too good?”

Sikong shook his head. “It’s not just not too good. It’s... not good at all.”

“What?” Old Madam and Madam Sikong’s expressions changed.

“Little Lemon’s septicemia has already spread at a fast rate and her illness is already in the middle stage. We can’t afford to wait for her to weigh 25 kg now. Little Lemon has to undergo chemotherapy immediately to prevent her illness from getting worse.”

Old Madam’s eyes reddened and tears cascaded down her face. She thought about how her adorable great-grandchild had to endure such pain and suffering. Chemotherapy would be a very painful process and all her beautiful hair would drop as a result.

“Sikong, will Little Lemon be saved if she undergoes chemotherapy?”

“Grandma, Mom, rest assured that I will make the process as painless as possible, but no one will know how the outcome will be like. I’ve another solution but Ah Sen is still undecided about it.”

“Why? What sort of solution has put Ah Sen in a dilemma?”

“I want Ah Sen to have another child.”

Old Madam froze. Have another child?

But, Shi’shi had a weak womb and she would miscarry spontaneously. Shi’shi had undergone a lot of suffering when she was carrying Little Lemon, and this time, both mother and child might be sacrificed.

This... how could Ah Sen possibly agree to this?

But if he did not agree, then what would happen to Little Lemon?

...

At Sikong’s residence.

The servant opened the villa main door. Fu Qinglun walked upstairs and entered the room, all the while holding Lin Shiyu’s hand. “Shi’shi, you can go and shower.”

Lin Shiyu looked at him. “Aren’t you going to shower?”

Fu Qinglun immediately arched his brows and walked one step ahead. He touched her exquisite chin with one hand. “Why? Are you inviting me to shower with you?”

He was still in the mood to crack jokes at this moment.

Bam! Lin Shiyu slapped his palm away and turned around to enter the bathroom.

Soon later, the sound of water flowing ensued.

Fu Qinglun stood silent for a moment. He walked over to the balcony, took out a packet of cigarettes from his pocket, lit a cigarette and began to smoke.

Sikong’s words reverberated around his ears. His brows were knitted tightly. He smoked a little too fast, and he hunched his body to cough.

‘Ah Sen, you can definitely save Little Lemon. But you need to have another child. You have two choices now. One, have a child with Lin Shiyu. Two, have a child with another woman. Surrogacy is also an acceptable option.’

Fu Qinglun quietly exhaled a mouthful of smoke and the smoke swirled around his handsome face. He stood there for a very long time, and no one knew what he was thinking about.

...

The bathroom door opened and Lin Shiyu stepped out after her shower.

Just now she had not taken her pajamas along with her and so she was wrapped in a white bath towel. She stepped on the soft goat’s fur carpet barefooted, walked over to the wardrobe to select a long dress and then removed her towel.

The room was quiet and she thought no one was there.

Fu Qinglun, who was at the balcony, heard the sound. He quickly stubbed his cigarette in the ashtray, opened the balcony door and entered the room...