Chapter 43: He wasn't injured!

Under the crystal chandelier in the dining room, Mo Ziyuan tapped his fingertips lightly on the table, his gaze sweeping over the plates laden with lobsters and king crabs, and his thin lips parted slightly.

"They've withdrawn."

Shi Jingsheng: "No, I'll eat it." His chopsticks had already picked up half a scallop. As soon as he finished speaking, the whole house fell silent. Everyone in the living room looked at him, and Shi Jingsheng felt a little embarrassed.

"No, why are you all looking at me?"

Diagonally opposite, Lin Yiluo was holding a white porcelain bowl, sipping millet porridge. The ends of her hair hung down to her pink collar, and her eyelashes cast butterfly-wing-like shadows under her eyes. The servants exchanged glances, secretly feeling resentful. Actually, they didn't mean anything by it; it was just that he was eating different food than their young lady. It was so sad that their young lady could only eat nutritious meals!

The man who was drinking the same porridge as Yiluo spoke again.

"They've all been evacuated."

"Wait, wait a minute, leave the noodles for me." Shi Jingsheng hurriedly pressed down on the porcelain plate.

Perhaps it was a habit, but Shi Jingsheng and Mo Ziyuan ate very quickly. When they finished, Lin Yilu was still eating slowly.

"No rush, eat slowly, I'll pour you a glass of milk."

………

Shi Jingsheng leaned back in his carved chair. Across from him, Lin Yilu was stirring the porridge in her bowl with a wooden spoon. The halo of light flowing across her fair wrist suddenly caught his eye.

"Hey~ Yiluo, what's that on your hand?" It looks so familiar.

"This beaded necklace originally belonged to Brother Ziyuan, but it's mine now."

"You're not talking about that thing your brother Ziyuan wears every day, are you?!" Shi Jingsheng sat up abruptly, his knees hitting the table and causing it to tremble slightly.

"yes."

"Why would he give it to you, and why has it been changed like this? Let me see."

Without a second thought, the girl took off the beaded string and handed it to him.

"There are words on it too."

"The name of God is written on this."

"A name? It looks familiar. Who carved this?"

"Brother Ziyuan had it carved by someone."

The man kept searching for the right angle to see the words clearly.

Did he tell you anything else?

"My brother said I can make a wish on it."

By the time Shi Jingsheng could clearly see the words on it, Mo Ziyuan had also arrived.

What are you doing?

The man holding the beaded string quickly returned it to the girl.

“Let me take a look. Ziyuan, you’re really bold. I’ve caught you red-handed again.”

Mo Ziyuan seemed not to hear, took the beaded string with his slender fingers, and gently put it on Lin Yiluo's wrist by rubbing his fingertips against her delicate skin.

"Yiluo, no one else can touch this string of beads."

"Is it not allowed?"

"Yes, your brother gave it to you, so only you and I can touch it, not your brother."

"Uh-huh."

"I'll carry you upstairs to read for a while, and then you can go to sleep, okay?"

"good."

…………

As Shi Jingsheng stepped over the last step in his slippers, he was swirling the ice in his whiskey glass, the amber liquid rippling in the crystal.

Why aren't you leaving yet?

"I just wanted to chat with you." Shi Jingsheng tilted his head back and downed half a glass of wine, the ice water droplets sliding down his Adam's apple and into his collar.

"What would you like to talk about?"

“Ziyuan, Yi’an isn’t stupid. He can tell when you give your things to Yiluo.”

“I know, I didn’t intend to hide it.”

"What if you let him see those words? He'll go crazy."

“He can’t see it from any angle except when it’s taken off.”

"What if he wants to take it off?"

"Do you think everyone is like you?"

"What's wrong with me? I'm just concerned about the two of you." Shi Jingsheng leaned back in his chair, a smile on his face.

"Alright, you should leave now. I have other things to do."

"What's wrong? I'm telling you, Yiluo is injured, so you'd better take it easy."

"Shut up."

…………

After Lin Yiluo finished her afternoon nap, Mo Ziyuan carried her into his study.

The girl was listless all afternoon.

After the meeting, the man saw the listless girl on the sofa.

"Are you feeling unwell?"

The girl shook her head.

The man walked over and saw that she was still holding the same book.

"Do you really enjoy reading this book?"

Hearing this, the girl perked up.

"I like it, it's really interesting."

"Does your leg still hurt?"

Lin Yiluo's gaze fell on her fair and tender legs, which were long and smooth, but her knees were covered with gauze.

She moved her feet and legs.

"It hurts a little."

As Mo Ziyuan watched the round toes wiggle around, he remembered another thing he had ordered for the girl, but unfortunately, she was unable to "play" with it because of her injured leg.

The man sat on the sofa, holding the girl in his arms.

"Why do you look so listless?"

"Is it because lunch wasn't good?" the girl replied, looking at him expectantly.

Mo Ziyuan: "..." He shouldn't have asked.

The evening light slowly shone on the book, and neither of them knew how long they had been reading.

Suddenly, Mo Ziyuan felt a dampness on his legs. Because he was at home, he was dressed very casually, wearing only shorts.

Sitting on her lap, Lin Yiluo, who seemed to be looking at something, was overjoyed. He pinched the girl's cheek and said...

"Stand up first."

Lin Yilu didn't hear clearly and sat down to the side. Mo Ziyuan looked down and saw that it was blood.

"You're injured." The man's words were full of anxiety, but Yiluo hadn't noticed.

"You're injured!" Her leg was injured, wasn't it?

The man's anxiety was palpable; his legs were covered in blood, a testament to the severity of Ilo's injuries.

Lin Yiluo stood up and was startled when she saw Mo Ziyuan's legs.

"Brother Ziyuan, you're injured."

"This is your blood." Seeing that Ilo was alright, he gradually calmed down.

"You're on your period."

Upon hearing this, the girl's face turned bright red, and she looked at her blood-stained leg with some anxiety.

Mo Ziyuan followed her gaze and said, "It's alright, just wipe it off. Your leg is injured, let me help you."

The girl, ignoring the pain in her legs, stood up and slowly backed away, her resistance obvious.

“…I’ll call you Zhixia.”

………

Seeing the scene, Zhixia was also startled. Meeting Mo Ziyuan's melancholy gaze, she quickly led her young mistress away.

The man looked down at the bloodstains on his leg, his eyes gleaming coldly. Why wouldn't she let him help her? Wasn't she the one who liked him the most?

……………

The atmosphere inside the villa was unusually strange. Faced with Mo Shao's cold face, no one dared to linger in front of him.

During dinner, Lin Yiluo watched Zhixia and Zhiqiu from her room.

"What should I do, Zhi Qiu? I'm scared, I don't dare to go out."

Zhi Xia comforted her, "It's alright, Miss, the young master isn't angry."

“He must be angry. He looked so scary when I left. He didn’t even smile.”

Standing there, Zhixia didn't know how to tell her young mistress that the young master usually didn't smile at them.

"Miss, let's go eat, otherwise the young master will be unhappy."

……………

In the dining room, silver cutlery clinked softly against bone china plates. Mo Ziyuan put down his wine glass, his icy gaze sweeping over the empty seats.

"Where is Miss?"

The butler hurried over.

"Miss is still in her room, I'll go get her."

"No need. Just take the food up to her and cook some porridge to nourish her blood and qi, and send it with her."

"yes."