When necessary, take it out, and it can still turn the tide.
Rong Shaoze and Xu Yao had analyzed the situation, and they had become very convinced that Xiaocong would not be in danger to his life.
As long as he was alright, they would feel much more at ease.
Every day, Lin Xinlan felt restless, always feeling that something had happened to Xiaocong. Three days had passed, and Rong Shaoze had not yet allowed her to contact Xiaocong.
Her certainty in her conjectures grew stronger.
Taking advantage of Rong Shaoze’s absence from home, she tentatively asked Rong’s mother, "Madam, did Xiaocong have enough clothes with him when he left that day? Also, I forgot to remind him to take care of his health. After training, he must wash with warm water, never with cold water."
Whenever Xiaocong was mentioned, Rong’s mother would miss him terribly.
"He left in such a hurry that day, I wasn’t home at the time, and by the time I got back, he had already left. It was Shaoze who called me about it. If I had been home, I would have certainly helped him pack his clothes and given him these reminders."
A pang struck Lin Xinlan’s heart, and her face instantly turned pale.
Even Rong’s mother hadn’t seen Xiaocong leave, making the matter even more mysterious.
Even if Xiaocong was going for training, Rong Shaoze wouldn’t have sent the child off in such a rush without letting him say goodbye to her and Rong’s mother.
The haste of Xiaocong’s departure could only mean there was a problem.
Lin Xinlan returned to her bedroom, feeling anxious and fearful. She wanted to wait for Rong Shaoze to come back and explain, but she couldn’t wait any longer.
If something had indeed happened to Xiaocong, then his situation must be very perilous.
Several days had passed; if Rong Shaoze could have found him, he probably would have done so by now.
Not having found him yet, what did that indicate?
Lin Xinlan was speculating and panicking in her heart. She didn’t want to scare herself but thought it better to get some clarity from Rong Shaoze.
She dialed Rong Shaoze’s number, and he picked up immediately, "Xinlan, is something the matter?"
Lin Xinlan steadied her emotions and said softly, "Can you come back now?"
"What’s wrong?" the man asked worriedly.
"I feel a bit unwell... Come back, please."
Her voice, indeed, sounded unusual.
Without any hesitation, Rong Shaoze said, "Okay, I’ll come back right away."
After waiting only ten minutes, Rong Shaoze was back.
He strode upstairs and entered the bedroom, only to see Lin Xinlan standing on the balcony, her back to him, her figure looking somewhat frail.
"Xinlan, where do you feel unwell? Shall we go to the hospital to have a look?" Rong Shaoze walked up to her quickly, turned her around, and asked with concern.
Lin Xinlan’s face was not looking good. He frowned slightly and reached out to touch her forehead.
"Xinlan, what exactly is making you feel unwell?"
Lin Xinlan’s eyes gazed deeply into his, and Rong Shaoze’s expression was profound, his eyes reflecting slight fatigue and a hint of haggardness on his face.
Had he been unable to rest properly lately?
Lin Xinlan reached out and caressed his face, asking gently, "Have you encountered any trouble recently? You don’t seem to be in good spirits."
Rong Shaoze smiled, took her hand, and held it in his, "The company has been busy lately, so I’ve had twice the workload than usual, and I am a bit tired. But, I think my spirits should still be okay."
"Rong Shaoze, these past few days, I’ve been feeling uncomfortable?" Lin Xinlan suddenly said.
"Where’s the discomfort? Why didn’t you tell me sooner?"
She pressed her hand against her chest and said softly, "It’s here that feels uncomfortable, it’s very distressing."