Seven years have passed in the blink of an eye, and the lady's child is still alive...
Xiang Xing was shocked to hear this news. She rolled her eyes and fell backward. Xiao Mohan, who was standing to the side, looked over and quickly caught her, pulling her into his arms.
Xiao Mohan slowly lowered his head, watching helplessly as he made such a bold move out of instinct. But at this moment, he felt that the two arms that caught her were stiff as withered tree branches, and he was instantly petrified.
He never imagined he would do such a thing to Xiangxing, especially not so quickly, without even a chance to think about it. It was all so unbelievable.
Xiao Mohan remained frozen in his original position for a moment, then quickly picked her up and carried her away. His expression was slightly gloomy as he walked and looked around. Suddenly, he felt that the woman in his arms was light and airy, as if she had little weight. Despite the woman's usual sharp-tongued and difficult demeanor, she was, in the end, a frail girl who couldn't bear the slightest setback and had fainted so easily.
He carried her through the backyard when he suddenly bumped into Cuihe, who was coming from the opposite direction. Cuihe immediately recognized Xiao Mohan as the one holding Xiangxing. She stared at the two of them in a daze. What struck her as unusual was that Xiao Mohan, who was usually cold and aloof and was known for his ruthlessness, would do something so outrageous today. But what she wanted to know more about was when they had gotten together.
At the same time, Yu Qianqian, who was passing by, was also stunned by this scene. She stared at the two people rushing towards her from a distance, her surprised and suspicious gaze never leaving them. Just as she was in a daze, Xiao Mohan, carrying someone in his arms, rushed towards her breathlessly: "Madam, Xiangxing suddenly fainted. I'm taking her to rest."
Hearing a series of urgent voices, Yu Qianqian suddenly realized what was happening and quickly called someone to lead the way. "No rush, let's take them to my room first. There are few women in the manor, and it would be inconvenient to do it elsewhere."
Xiao Mohan carried Xiangxing horizontally in his arms, following closely behind the others. Cold sweat dripped down his face. In fact, the weight was not enough to affect him, but he had never taken care of anyone in his life, and he was caught off guard by this sudden situation. For a moment, he was at a loss.
Cuihe was ahead of everyone else, and she lifted the curtain to wait quietly before Xiao Mohan carried her into the room and carried her to the bed. Before the doctor could arrive, he put his hand on Xiangxing's wrist in front of everyone, held his breath and thought for a moment, and sighed softly to himself: "Fortunately, there is nothing serious."
Afterwards, he bowed to Yu Qianqian, his tone unusually reserved, "I apologize for my abruptness and for causing trouble for you, Madam. When Xiangxing wakes up later, please ask Madam to instruct someone to prepare some hot water for her." After he finished speaking, Yu Qianqian responded with a slow, sluggish "Oh" after a while.
She watched Xiao Mohan walk away quickly, and after a long while, she was still puzzled. Xiangxing was someone she had raised herself, and she knew best over the years that Xiangxing had almost no contact with Xiao Mohan. She had always been the same, but how could she have changed so suddenly?
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