Click, clack, click...
In the empty and silent hospital corridor, the echoing sound of small leather shoes stepping on the white floor tiles was particularly distinct.
That series of crisp sounds gradually approached and ultimately stopped in front of Lin Yu.
Are you Su Yuyao's husband?
A gentle voice sounded in front of him. Lin Yu raised his head and saw a hospital nurse.
Lin Yu was a bit tired. Exhaustion enveloped him, making it difficult to speak, so he simply looked at the nurse and nodded, acknowledging the identity she mentioned.
Do you want to go see the child?
The nurse asked routinely according to the regulations.
A ripple appeared in Lin Yu's stagnant, lifeless eyes.
Strange.
Didn't they just say that Little Darling's condition was very bad and she needed to be placed in an incubator for 24-hour monitoring?
How come I can see her now?
Can I see her?
Will it affect her treatment?
Lin Yu asked cautiously, his voice hoarse.
No.
The nurse shook her head and explained:
The child is in an incubator. The incubator is transparent, so you can look.
But you cannot touch her.
Her current condition is still unstable, and she needs to be monitored in the incubator.
Do you want to go take a look?
The nurse asked once more.
Lin Yu did not nod immediately.
His brain was currently very messy and heavy, like a rusty machine lacking oil. Even processing the most basic information required some reaction time.
After a brief daze, Lin Yu nodded. Resting his hands on his knees, he stood up with some difficulty.
After standing up, Lin Yu did not immediately follow the nurse to leave.
The nurse, who had walked a few steps, noticed the silence behind her. She didn't rush Lin Yu but stopped and turned around to wait for him.
Lin Yu stood in front of the bench. He turned sideways to look at Tang Manman and the other two in front of him.
Lin Yu saw the concern and worry in their eyes, as well as their caution and sympathy.
Looking at them, Lin Yu subconsciously wanted to comfort them.
Just like usual, grinning with a carefree smile, telling them heartlessly that he was fine and not to worry.
At the same time, throwing out some words that would make people blush, like telling them to hurry up and wash themselves clean and fragrant, so they could all have a party together at night.
So that they could shift their attention and stop worrying about him.
But at this moment, looking at the worried eyes of the three of them.
Lin Yu ultimately couldn't say anything.
Lin Yu felt he was too tired.
It was as if he were an elderly man, so exhausted that he couldn't even muster the strength to move his Adam's apple.
Taking a deep look at the three of them, Lin Yu said nothing. He turned around and silently walked towards the nurse waiting ahead.
Two sets of footsteps echoed crisply.
In a short while, the two arrived outside the ward housing the infant incubators.
Having brought the person to the destination, the nurse turned to leave.
The hospital's infant incubators had strict monitoring equipment; she wasn't afraid of Lin Yu messing around.
But even so, before leaving, she reiterated the precautions.
Lin Yu nodded, indicating he understood.
The nurse left.
The crisp sound of hard-soled leather shoes stepping on the tiled floor faded away until it disappeared.
Lin Yu stood in front of the ward door. Like a robot with a lagging network connection, his mind went blank for quite a while before he slowly remembered what he was supposed to do.
He raised his hand, pushed the door open, and entered the ward.
This ward was clearly a single room.
There was nothing extra in the room.
There was only a platform fixed to the floor, on top of which sat a transparent box connected to various precision instruments.
Lin Yu walked slowly to the incubator.
An infant, who honestly couldn't be called pretty, was lying peacefully inside.
At the first sight of this infant, Lin Yu's tear ducts seemed to rebel, and copious amounts of tears began to uncontrollably flood his eyes.
His emotions, which a moment ago were like stagnant water that couldn't be stirred by wind or falling rocks, were now like a bursting dam.
The intense emotional feedback nearly overwhelmed Lin Yu.
Lin Yu raised his hand and, separated by the transparent box, placed his trembling hand over Little Darling's tiny body.
Tears quickly blurred his vision and overflowed, smashing drop by drop onto the transparent infant incubator, splashing into small water stains.
I'm sorry.
Little Darling.
I'm sorry.
Lin Yu choked with sobs, squeezing out a few syllables mangled by his crying from his throat.
Lin Yu was apologizing.
Apologizing for his former self.
When a person faces a powerful predicament they cannot fight against.
Accepting fate.
Seems to become a matter of course.
Over the years.
In the struggle against that so-called destiny, failure seemed to have become a predetermined fate.
Lin Yu had always struggled, stumbling from one failure to another.
Repeated failures were like an unbreakable curse, wearing away all of Lin Yu's unwillingness and sharp edges.
Like a pile of firewood that was ignited and extinguished, repeatedly ignited and extinguished, cycling countless times until it was completely soaked through.
Lin Yu had long lost that burning spirit daring to fight against fate.
All that remained was a damp, cold, powerless, and desperate soul.
Failure bred cowardice, and cowardice grew stronger in repeated failures.
By today, cowardice had formed a lake, completely drowning Lin Yu and preventing him from even mustering the thought of resistance.
But not anymore.
From now on, it would never be like this again.
Lin Yu would no longer be so cowardly.
Lin Yu pressed his five fingers hard, his palm tightly sticking to the transparent incubator.
Tears blurred his vision, but Lin Yu ignored them, just trying hard to let his gaze pierce through the blurry tears and land on Little Darling inside the incubator before him.
Lin Yu would no longer be at the mercy of fate.
Because a father would absolutely never give up on his child.
This is the most damn natural and justified thing in the world!
His five fingers clenched tightly into a fist.
Lin Yu's eyes, hidden beneath his tears, became incredibly resolute.
Lin Yu knew that when facing fate, he was not unarmed.
His own existence was the biggest bargaining chip in his hands.
The fate that wanted to correct the plot absolutely could not accept the absence of him, the protagonist, in the future.
This was the only weapon he had that could threaten it.
It was just that this weapon was far too heavy.
So heavy that even a man as strong as an ox and skilled in martial arts wouldn't be able to pick it up.
A man could not pick up this heavy weapon.
But a father absolutely could!
Lin Yu raised his arm and fiercely wiped the tears from his face.
Looking at Little Darling in the incubator, there was no longer any hesitation in Lin Yu's resolute soul.
This time, he would not be cowardly anymore.
He would pick up this only weapon that could threaten fate.
Taking Little Darling and everything he had.
He would launch a charge against fate.
A charge where the only outcomes were victory and death!
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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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