Mo Yunchen let out a low hum of satisfaction in response to her answer, "Stop kissing up!"
Qin Qin couldn’t help but laugh.
Mo Yunchen’s brows furrowed suddenly, a metallic taste in his throat. Fearing Qin Qin would notice something was amiss, he swallowed the bloody taste back down.
Mo Sheng and Mo Tang were approaching from a distance with documents that needed Mo Yunchen’s personal approval today, "Master Mo, Madam!"
Qin Qin looked up and nodded, standing up, "I’ll go check on Yanyan and Chuer. You two talk."
This was the time when their son and daughter needed to be fed, and she should check on them. Besides, with Mo Sheng and Mo Tang here, they would take care of Mo Yunchen.
Once Qin Qin had left, Mo Sheng and Mo Tang set down the documents, noticing Mo Yunchen’s furrowed brow and his suddenly pale face. Mo Tang pulled out a handkerchief, "Master Mo, is it?"
Mo Yunchen nodded, and Mo Tang quickly handed him the handkerchief. Mo Yunchen weakly took it, held it to his mouth, and a convulsion in his throat, coughed up a mouthful of blood, the pristine handkerchief stained crimson.
Mo Sheng and Mo Tang, concerned, spoke in hushed tones, "Master Mo, shouldn’t we let Madam have a look? You’ve been vomiting blood recently!"
Mo Yunchen’s phoenix eyes gave them a cold glance, and Mo Sheng and Mo Tang dared not speak further.
Ever since a few days ago when Master Mo began coughing up blood and feeling increasingly weaker, they had wanted several times to inform Madam but were always stopped by Master Mo. He had warned them that if they dared breathe a word to Qin Qin, they would not be allowed to stay by his side.
Qin Qin came back with a smile, "Today, the two little ones are actually being good and sleeping at this time."
After checking on her sleeping son and daughter, Qin Qin turned to Mo Sheng and Mo Tang, noticing their expressions seemed a bit off, and asked in confusion, "What’s wrong with you two? Why the long faces? Has Master Mo been giving you a hard time again?"
Mo Sheng wanted to say something but was pulled back by Mo Tang, who forced a stiff smile, "No, Madam, Master Mo hasn’t spoken poorly of us."
"Oh, good to hear. It’s getting late; let’s have a meal at the villa before we head back."
"No need, Madam, we have things to do in a bit and wouldn’t want to disturb you and Master Mo."
After speaking, Mo Sheng and Mo Tang bowed slightly to Qin Qin and turned to leave.
Qin Qin watched their retreating figures and shook her head slightly, "Why do I feel like they are both a bit off today? Are you hiding something from me?"
"My dear wife, you’re overthinking it!"
Mo Yunchen drew Qin Qin closer, asking her to lower her head, and obediently she did, receiving his kiss on her tender lips.
Qin Qin’s mind was drawn away from the odd behavior of Mo Sheng and Mo Tang, immersed in Mo Yunchen’s kisses.
Late at night, Qin Qin thought she heard violent coughing near her ear. When she opened her eyes and turned her head, the sound stopped, as if she had misheard—was it a dream? Lately, she seemed to sleep deeply, always hearing suppressed coughing in her dreams, only to hear nothing when she forced herself awake.
Qin Qin glanced at Mo Yunchen, who was turned away from her, smiled and embraced him from behind, falling back into sleep.
After Qin Qin fell asleep, Mo Yunchen opened his eyes, turned to look at her peaceful and beautiful sleeping face, and under the pillow was the blood he had just coughed up. He had filled the room with the scent of sandalwood, which would help people fall into a deep sleep and cover up the smell of blood.
He struggled to raise his hand, his index finger trying to bend but with difficulty.
His strength seemed to be slowly fading. He should find a doctor to see him quietly tomorrow; he could not let her know.
The next day, Mo Yunchen was taken away with an excuse by Mo Sheng and Mo Tang. Before leaving, he kissed her forehead and told her to stay well at home. Qin Qin nodded gently.
In the afternoon, the weather was warm, and the sunlight was gentle. Qin Qin took her son and daughter for a stroll in the backyard garden.
Little Mo Yuyan stretched out his chubby hands, trying to grab his mother’s loose hair on both sides. Qin Qin, with a smile, teased him while her daughter was held by a nanny on the side, babbling something unintelligibly, now laughing, now waving her little hands.
The phone in her pocket rang; it was an unfamiliar number. Her brows slightly furrowed, she hung up.
The phone did not ring again, but a text message came through. As she read the content of the text on her phone, Qin Qin’s face changed.
"Take the young master and miss back." After handing her son to a nearby servant, Qin Qin stood up and walked to a secluded spot, then dialed the unfamiliar number back.
The call was connected quickly, and before the other party could speak, Qin Qin asked in a cold voice.