Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The Old Madam started to cough rapidly the moment her heart clenched in pain.
Xue’er was also shocked when she saw the photos in the Old Madam’s hand. She got up hurriedly and patted the Old Madam’s back soothingly, “Grandma, don’t get worked up.”
Who was the one who secretly taken photos and given them to the Old Madam to see?
The Old Madam’s emotions only calmed down slowly under Xue’er’s comfort.
“This child… I didn’t want to step in and interfere at first because she and Sihan had a son, but why is she so ruthless? Sihan has been completely bewitched by her!”
The Old Madam stared at her only granddaughter next to her, her gaze filled with heartache as her calloused hand patted her head. “My poor Xue’er, I don’t have too long to live anymore. What will happen to you if Sihan gets married in the future?”
Xue’er curled into the Old Madam’s arms as tears welled in her eyes, “Grandma, you’ll live to a hundred years. Xue’er will always be by Grandma’s side.”
“Ai, what will I do with you. Grandma’s foolish girl.”
…
After her grandmother had fallen asleep, Xue’er continued to worry about Mu Sihan’s forehead wound.
There was still a blood clot in his head and the doctor instructed that he needed to rest properly. If the blood clot didn’ go away, he would have to undergo a surgery.
However, his wound must have deepened again from tonight.
Xue’er drove out and left the Mu manor.
However, several black sedans surrounded her not too long after she had left.
She had no choice but to stop the car.
Someone knocked on her window. A bodyguard was standing next to the window and Xue’er’s pupils constricted in shock.
These people would find a way to force her out of her car, even if she was unwilling.
Xue’er could only unlock the car and she pushed open the door to get off the car.
“Miss Mu, our lady is waiting for you.” The bodyguard pointed to one of the limousines parked not too far away.
Xue’er got up the car and saw a well-dressed and elegant woman, who was still wearing sunglasses even though it was already late at night and had tightly-pursed red lips. Her shock was apparent.
“Mother?”
Her mother eloped with another man before her father passed away in the accident and she had never heard from her since.
Looking at her now, that man that she remarried seemed pretty well-off.
The woman did not even ask about her well-being after not seeing her for so many years, and instead, went right into the topic she wanted to say, “If you still like him, why aren’t you fighting for him? Do you only know to cry when you see him get injured by another woman?”
Xue’er widened her eyes, “You were the one who took the photo?”
The woman’s gaze was complicated as she stared at her the frail body of her daughter. “A problem has appeared in my marriage now, and your step-father has been exposed to not be the biological son of that family. If you can marry Mu Sihan and convince him to return to the Ye family, my position will be stabilized.”
Xue’er stared at the woman in disbelief, “You’re still as selfish as you were before. Ah Han doesn’t like me, and I won’t marry him. You should get rid of this thought as soon as you can!”
“Xue’er, do you think he will really take responsibility of you seriously after he gets together with another woman? The two of you are not biological siblings after all. How can you be so sure that he won’t forget you with another woman in his life? Are you really willing to give up so easily?”
…
Time passed quickly and two weeks flew by in a blink of an eye.
Since Mu Sihan had been hospitalized while Nan Zhi was either at work or accompanying Xiaojie at the manor, the two of them never crossed paths.
He would send her two messages everyday, one to wish her good morning and the other to wish her good night.
Nan Zhi never replied to him.
The two of them had never officially dated, so it could not even count as a break up.
She was bound to feel sad since she knew she had fallen for him. It was a good thing that she did not have too much time to dwell on her thoughts and let them wander, since she was working and accompanying her son everyday after work.
That is, until today, when Xiaojie passed her a small piece of paper after they finished dinner. “Pretty Zhizhi, you must go to this place tomorrow afternoon. Remember that the person is wearing white and holding a rose.”
“I already video-called him. He’s really really handsome and can be compared to Daddy.”
Someone had really contacted her son for the matchmaking profile he put online?