Nan Yu took a deep breath and tried to look calm. "It was the time when I troubled Uncle to take me to the cemetery."
On the surface, she seemed normal, but her back was already soaked with cold sweat, and it was so painful that she could hardly straighten her back.
"That's not any trouble," Tan Linyuan said in a flat tone. "When I took you away from the manor, Qu Jiaran's bodyguards saw my car. Given her personality, she would surely follow."
He raised his eyes and saw the rice paper on the table filled with words. "I notified Shen Yanche temporarily to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings."
"How did you tell him?" Nan Yu was stunned for a moment and then asked.
"I just sent him a text message casually, asking him to pick you up at the cemetery," Tan Linyuan said indifferently. "What else could I say to him?"
For Tan Linyuan, there was really no need for him to be overly polite to Shen Yanche.
With his status and position, he didn't even need to condescend to send such a text message to Shen Yanche on his own initiative.
The only thing he needed to pay attention to was whether his act of bringing Nan Yu to the cemetery would attract excessive attention from irrelevant people.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have intended to notify anyone.
"Didn't you tell him to hurry up and not to trouble you..." Nan Yu's voice trailed off.
"If I thought it was troublesome, would I have agreed?" He glanced at her.
Nan Yu suddenly understood.
She opened her mouth, wanting to ask another question, but her heart ached so much that she broke out in sweat. She couldn't utter a single word for a long time. Her right hand tightly pressed against her chest, trying to relieve the pain.
Tan Linyuan didn't look at her. He walked over and casually picked up the rice paper on the table. His eyes swept over the content on it, and he said coldly, "The Shen family asked you to pray for wealth and good fortune for them, but what you copied was the Ullambana Sutra. Who among the deceased in the Shen family are you trying to deliver?"
He lifted his eyes from the rice paper. Just as he was about to continue questioning Nan Yu, he saw her fall straight backward.
...
When Nan Yu woke up again, she was already in the hospital.
She blinked her eyes and subconsciously grabbed at her chest. The suffocating pain was gone, and her breathing had become steady and even.
After making sure that she was safe, Nan Yu began to recall what had happened before she fainted.
She was the only one in the ward. She could probably guess that it was because her angina had attacked and she fainted in Tan Linyuan's meditation room. He must have sent her to the hospital.
A few minutes later, Tan Linyuan came in with the doctor.
Nan Yu was a premature baby. When she was born, her immunity was weak and she was accidentally infected by a virus. Although she was saved, she had developed a root cause of angina.
"From the CT scan, the patient's coronary artery is narrowed. If she often suffers from angina, it will lead to sudden heart disease in the long run, and there is a high risk of life," the doctor warned. "Also, try not to let the patient's emotions fluctuate. The family members should pay attention to this."
Tan Linyuan nodded. He glanced at Nan Yu on the bed and said flatly, "I will make sure that she keeps her emotions stable."
Nan Yu: ...Actually, my emotions are quite stable without you.
After the doctor gave a few instructions and left, Nan Yu looked at the person standing awkwardly in the room and took the initiative to thank him. "Thank you, Uncle, for saving my life today. I won't trouble you to stay with me any longer. I'll go back by myself after this drip is finished."
She was already used to using polite words when talking to him. Even when she was trying to get him out of the room, she spoke so falsely and flatteringly.
Sometimes Nan Yu would think that if it weren't for Tan Linyuan, she really wouldn't have learned this glib and obsequious tone.
Of course, it also had the effect of annoying someone.
Tan Linyuan lifted his eyelids and summarized, "You're more likable when you're asleep than when you're awake."
Although he was really panicked for a moment when Nan Yu fainted.
Tan Linyuan then added, "The Buddhist scriptures you copied today are not up to standard. You need to copy them again next week."
Nan Yu frowned. "What's wrong with them?"
Tan Linyuan said, "The Shen family asked you to copy scriptures for good fortune, but you copied five whole copies of the Ullambana Sutra for delivering the deceased. Of course, they're not up to standard."
Nan Yu replied, "I don't have to do everything the Shen family asks me to. I can copy whatever I want."
There was no ripple in Tan Linyuan's dark eyes. He stared straight at her. After a moment, he twitched his lips. "I thought you had to do everything the Shen family asked you to now."
His tone was very flat, but there was an unintentional hint of probing.
"I'm married into the Shen family, but I'm not a puppet of the Shen family," Nan Yu said impatiently. She wanted to get rid of him quickly. "If Uncle is really bored, go back to the meditation room to copy scriptures and meditate for me, and pray for my early recovery."
Before she could get rid of Tan Linyuan, another uninvited guest came into the ward.
"Nan Yu, I heard that you fainted in the temple. I came here quickly to see you," Qu Jiaran said cheerfully as she pushed the door open. "Are you feeling better?"
Nan Yu caught the key point immediately.
Qu Jiaran said that she fainted in the temple, not in Tan Linyuan's meditation room. She glanced at Tan Linyuan.
The other party didn't intend to meet her gaze and shifted his eyes to the side.
Qu Jiaran obviously came here after shopping. She had changed her outfit from head to toe. She looked radiant, making Nan Yu on the bed look even paler.
"I'm much better," Nan Yu replied casually. She was thinking about how to get Qu Jiaran to leave now and take the "big Buddha" in the room with her, so that she could have some peace.
Once Qu Jiaran started talking, she couldn't stop. "Linyuan was with my dad today. My dad can't stop talking once he starts chatting. Fortunately, he talked less today, so Linyuan could go back to the temple earlier."
"Fortunately, he got back in time to send you to the hospital," Qu Jiaran pouted. "If anything happened to you, I wouldn't let him off."
Nan Yu let out a soft "um" as a way of expressing her gratitude.
But in her heart, she was thinking that if Tan Linyuan hadn't come back early, she wouldn't have had an attack suddenly.
But things had already happened, and it wasn't very necessary to find out the cause of the attack.
Qu Jiaran smelled very fragrant. She must have sprayed the latest white flower perfume. As she walked in front of Nan Yu, a fragrant breeze wafted over. "I'll ask my mom to find the best cardiologist. We must cure Nan Yu's illness."
When she said this, it didn't seem like she was just saying it casually.
Nan Yu quickly explained that her illness was a problem left over from childhood. It was basically impossible to be cured, and she didn't want to take the risk of having surgery.
"Okay," Qu Jiaran said with great regret, but she was very persistent in promising her. "If you need anything, you must tell me."
Seeing the two of them acting like "loving sisters", Tan Linyuan chose to avoid them temporarily. He left the time for the two of them and walked out of the ward.
Actually, Nan Yu didn't really want to be alone with Qu Jiaran.
There was no special reason. She just simply didn't like this kind of noble and confident young lady's personality. Their personalities didn't match at all.
Qu Jiaran always liked to express her strong desire for self-expression regardless of the occasion, making everything revolve around her.
Just like now.
"Nan Yu, I've decided," she cleared her throat and announced solemnly. "I'm going to tell Linyuan directly that I'm going to chase him."