This time, Shen Mu was placed in a mountain villa.
Shi Yu sent someone specifically to protect him and arranged for a doctor to treat him every day.
The next day at noon, Shi Yu personally drove Shen Cheng back to the mountain villa.
The servant led the two upstairs and stopped outside a guest room, saying, "Young Master, Young Madam, your cousin is inside."
Shi Yu hummed in response and gestured for the servant to leave.
He wanted Shen Cheng to spend some time alone with Shen Mu, so he didn’t plan to disturb them: "I’ll be in the study."
Just as he was about to leave, Shen Cheng suddenly hugged him from behind.
Touched by his unnoticeable thoughtfulness, she clung to his waist tightly, greedily savored his warmth for a moment, then turned and gently opened the door to enter.
In the room, Shen Mu still lay quietly on the bed, unable to speak or smile.
Maybe it was because the doctor had done some intensive care for him, but he looked to be in good color.
Shen Cheng sat down beside him, gazed at him for a long while, then reached out to touch his face.
His face was somewhat cooler than that of an average person, obviously due to his constant immobility.
Shen Cheng curled her lips into a smile, "You’re really having a deep sleep."
"Do you know, a few days ago you were kidnapped."
"Your brother-in-law went to great lengths to rescue you for me."
"Let me tell you a secret."
"I, might have fallen in love with him..."
In the vast room, only her voice echoed.
Outside the door, Shi Yu leaned against the wall, and upon hearing that word, couldn’t help but lift his handsome lips into a smile.
The past few days, peace had been restored as before.
After Shi Yu stormed the President’s Mansion to rescue Shen Cheng, Mo Jin surprisingly had the news suppressed, forbidding anyone to spread it and did not pursue anyone’s fault.
Instead, he sent a message to Shi Yu: "If you dare to harm her, I will imprison her again, keep her confined by my side. And I won’t let you take her away easily."
Shi Yu was fully prepared to confront Mo Jin, yet he did not expect to receive such a message.
After hearing the words brought by Mo Jin’s subordinate, he simply let out a low laugh and sent a message back to Mo Jin, "My woman, can only ever be imprisoned by me."
At this moment, Mo Jin sat on the sofa, holding an old photograph in his hand.
Looking at the woman in a wedding dress standing next to him in the photo, he smiled gently: "I’ve found a woman very similar to you, and I like her a lot as well... This is the first time since you that I’ve felt something for another woman. Won’t you blame me?"
As he spoke, he smiled again, "Look at my memory. You’ve always thought my happiness was the most important thing, how could you blame me."
Remembering how his wife always cared for him meticulously and recalling Shen Cheng’s resolute eyes when she held a porcelain shard to his neck, the two figures overlapped in his mind, lingering persistently.
Mo Jin could not help but show a wry smile, "It’s just that, she’s not you after all."
"She already belongs to someone else and dismisses me completely."
"In this world, only you could love me like that."
"Who’d have thought that my first betrayal of you would lead to such bitter consequences."
He placed the photograph on his chest, but the paper couldn’t offer him an ounce of warmth.
Gently holding the photograph, being extremely careful not to damage the already fraying edges.
This man, who held great power, finally showed a fragile expression, his voice choked with emotion, "I’m sorry... I miss you so much."