Moyan saw him sleeping and didn’t even plan to wake him up, just got out of the car and entered the villa by himself.
He simply left him in the car.
Shangguan Yu was so angry he was jumping up and down, "Got a wife and forgot his brothers, you big pig trotter."
Moyan went upstairs and returned to his room.
He lifted his hand to turn the doorknob and gently opened the door.
The light in the room was not turned off, and Moyan didn’t know if she had left it on because she was scared or if she was waiting for him.
Of course, Moyan hoped she was waiting for him.
Looking at Wen Xiao’ai on the bed, clutching his pillow and frowning in her sleep, Moyan’s gaze gradually softened.
He stepped forward, came to the bedside, gently pulled over the quilt, and covered her.
Then he tidied up the pile of toys at the foot of the bed and a few dolls that had been kicked to the floor.
After putting away the toys, Moyan took his clothes and went to take a shower.
After the shower, worried that Wen Xiao’ai might be difficult to console if she had a nightmare and woke up, Moyan made a bottle of milk for her before going to bed.
He reached out and gently embraced Wen Xiao’ai’s soft body into his arms, Moyan leaned close to her, his nose touching hers, inhaling the faint milky scent of her breath, and Moyan contentedly closed his eyes.
It was already four in the morning, and Qing Yi, who usually slept early, wasn’t sleepy. She couldn’t help but recall the events of the past few days.
Qing Yi turned over, facing the drunkard’s side, but accidentally woke him.
Seeing the drunkard awake, Qing Yi spoke up, "Did I disturb you?"
The drunkard turned his head, looked at her, and instead of answering asked, "What are you thinking about?"
"I’m thinking about the events of the past few days."
"The events of the past few days?"
"Yes, there are many things I can’t figure out, it all feels... very eerie."
Hearing Qing Yi’s words, the drunkard also turned over to face her. This update ıs available on NoveI(F)ire.net
After organizing her thoughts, Qing Yi said, "First, Miss Wen left a pool of blood on the bed out of nowhere, then disappeared from the room. She really disappeared; I checked the surveillance, she never left her room. She spent nearly an hour in the hall after dinner, then went upstairs to wait for the Third Young Master. Afterwards, Xiaocha said she was missing, and then she mysteriously appeared at Jun Wuyang’s place with severe injuries." The more Qing Yi spoke, the more bizarre she found the events.
"And about her injuries, they healed mysteriously on their own—you know about this— and you, you don’t even know how you fainted; what on earth is going on, and how exactly did Jun Wuyang die? His case is still unresolved."
"It’s not as mystical as you make it sound. Moyan’s room has a large balcony, so it’s not as if the room door was the only exit. Maybe the little girl got playful and sneaked out, and happened to run into Jun Wuyang, who took the opportunity for revenge," the drunkard laughed, clearly not taking it seriously.
Actually, his doubts were no less than Qing Yi’s, though they were not about the same things.
He wanted to know if the person who saved Wen Xiao’ai was really him, and whether Wen Xiao’ai was in league with that person.
What they were planning to do by getting close to Moyan.
"Impossible, she was waiting for the Third Young Master at the time; how could she have gone out to play by herself? And how do you explain the pool of blood on her bed?"
"Did you ask Moyan about it?"
"The Third Young Master said nothing, just the same words: Miss Wen is not a bad person, and we shouldn’t be wary or suspicious of her."