Lin Nan had originally thought that perhaps the doctor had made a mistake, and this was all a misunderstanding. Lin Qian had bled a lot, but with timely rescue, she wouldn't have died.
That was why he had hesitantly asked the doctor.
But when the doctor said those words, Lin Nan's last shred of hope was extinguished.
So Lin Qian had truly left them.
Seeing Fu Yan Ting's extremely grim expression, Lin Nan stepped forward to comfort him.
"Big Brother, this has nothing to do with you. You don't need to blame yourself too much."
Fu Yan Ting was still lost in the news of Lin Qian's death and hadn't recovered. Hearing Lin Nan, Fu Yan Ting looked up, glanced at Lin Nan, and said faintly, "Do you think I care?"
In reality, Lin Nan knew that Fu Yan Ting cared more about Lin Qian's feelings than he did. Otherwise, given Fu Yan Ting's wealth and status, he wouldn't have repeatedly wronged himself over the years just to gain Lin Qian's approval.
Now, Fu Yan Ting's words were clearly contrary to his true feelings, but Lin Nan knew very well that Fu Yan Ting was actually hurting even more.
About ten minutes later, from the emergency room, several nurses pushed out a bed. Lin Qian lay on the hospital bed, her head covered with a white cloth, motionless.
Seeing this, Lin Nan felt heartbroken, but he still had to comfort Fu Yan Ting.
No matter how much Fu Yan Ting denied it, Lin Nan knew that Fu Yan Ting was not feeling any better than him.
Lin Qian had chosen to cut her wrists and commit suicide after an argument with Fu Yan Ting, so Fu Yan Ting was bound to blame himself.
About ten minutes later, Lin Nan's maternal grandfather arrived at the hospital. Seeing Fu Yan Ting, the old man was first startled, then he stepped forward, took Fu Yan Ting's hand, and said warmly, "Yan Ting, I know there was a misunderstanding between you and your mother. Although your mother is gone, don't worry, the Lin family will be your home from now on. If you want to come back, Grandpa will always welcome you."
Hearing Mr. Lin's words and seeing his doting gaze, Fu Yan Ting found it all incredibly ironic.
Fu Yan Ting would never forget that when he was five years old, Mr. Lin, for the sake of his mines, had personally conspired with Lin Qian to stage a kidnapping. That kidnapping had been intended to be fatal.
If it hadn't been for Yan Xi's quick thinking and rescue at the time, Fu Yan Ting would undoubtedly be drinking tea with the King of Hell by now.
Therefore, if anyone else had said these words to Fu Yan Ting, he would have believed them. But coming from the old man, Fu Yan Ting found it utterly sarcastic.
Furthermore, the Lin family was no longer what it used to be. Even if Fu Yan Ting didn't let them go bankrupt, the Lin family no longer possessed its former glory.
The Lin family was originally in the towel business, and later branched into fashion brands.
However, the Lin family always cut corners on their fabrics. Those "pure cotton" towels were not truly pure cotton, they were not absorbent, and their texture and feel were extremely poor, leading to a decline in reputation.
In the past, Lin Qian had always threatened Fu Yan Ting, and Fu Yan Ting had provided resources for the Lin family.
Later, after many people reported the issues to Fu Yan Ting, he had spoken to Lin Qian about it, but she had been dismissive, even shifting the blame to Fu Yan Ting.
Fu Yan Ting then stopped getting involved with the Lin family.
Over the years, although the Lin family had leveraged the Fu family's influence to secure many business deals, they were far from their former selves, and their performance had plummeted.
If the Lin family wasn't currently in crisis, would Mr. Lin have been so solicitous and offered such insincere words to Fu Yan Ting?
Fu Yan Ting glanced indifferently at Mr. Lin and said, "I don't recall being a member of the Lin family."
With that, he gave Lin Nan a look and left the hospital.
Upon returning home and seeing Yan Xi, Fu Yan Ting suddenly felt as though the gloom of the past few days could be swept away.
Yan Xi stared at Fu Yan Ting, then after a moment of silence, asked, "Husband, are you alright?"
Fu Yan Ting's eyes were fixed on Yan Xi, and he didn't answer.
Yan Xi looked at Fu Yan Ting, and from his eyes, she saw a flicker of confusion. She softly explained, "I already know about Mrs. Lin causing trouble at your company. Did she do anything excessive to you?"
In fact, the incident of Lin Qian causing a scene at Fu Corporation had been trending on hot searches for several days. Yan Xi had known about it for a while, but Fu Yan Ting hadn't been home for the past few days. Yan Xi had guessed he might be dealing with matters, and to avoid disturbing him, she hadn't asked.
Fu Yan Ting remained silent. He stepped forward and hugged Yan Xi tightly.
Yan Xi, not understanding, was held in his embrace.
Time ticked by, and Yan Xi didn't ask Fu Yan Ting if something else had happened these past few days or why he hadn't come home.
Fu Yan Ting also didn't explain his whereabouts for the past few days to Yan Xi.
Finally, Fu Yan Ting whispered in Yan Xi's ear, "I'm hungry. Can you cook me a bowl of noodles?"
"Okay."
Yan Xi got up, tied on her apron, and went to the kitchen. Soon, a bowl of egg noodles was ready and placed in front of Fu Yan Ting. After taking a couple of bites, Fu Yan Ting finally spoke, "Lin Qian is dead."
Yan Xi hadn't expected Fu Yan Ting to tell her this.
No wonder Fu Yan Ting's mood wasn't high. It turned out Lin Qian had committed suicide.
Even though Fu Yan Ting didn't say it aloud, anyone could see how much he cared about Lin Qian.
Now that Lin Qian was dead, he must have been very upset these past few days.
Yan Xi wanted to comfort Fu Yan Ting, but didn't know where to start.
Fu Yan Ting finished the bowl of noodles and looked up at Yan Xi, asking with an innocent expression, "Is there more? I'm not full."
How could Yan Xi not see Fu Yan Ting's unusual behavior? Fu Yan Ting's stomach was usually not good, and he often skipped meals. Even when he ate, he wouldn't wolf it down; he always ate smaller, more frequent meals. This was the first time he had proactively said he wasn't full.
Yan Xi took the bowl back and said, "Your stomach isn't good. You can't eat too quickly. If you want more, I'll make it for you later."
"Xi Xi, I only have you. Please don't leave me, okay?"
Fu Yan Ting leaned back against the chair at the dining table and pleaded softly.
Yan Xi's body stiffened.
She had already agreed with Yan Zi Tong to take her away from here. If Yan Zi Tong hadn't gone missing these past two days, Yan Xi would have already left with her.
That child... Yan Xi still couldn't let go.
Even though Yan Xi knew the truth, knew that Fu Yan Ting hadn't done it intentionally, her heart still couldn't accept such a reality.
But now, Fu Yan Ting was making such a request of her.
For a moment, Yan Xi didn't know how to respond.
Seeing Yan Xi's lack of response, Fu Yan Ting had already found his answer. He gave a bitter smile. It seemed that in the end, he was still alone.