Chapter 115: The lingering sunlight beyond the smoke of war
The "internal strife" within the Mohist School intensified, and the cleverly released "evidence" was like poison bait wrapped in honey, constantly feeding Victor, who was eager to annex the Mohist School and take the entire gray territory of Southeast Asia into his pocket.
Meanwhile, at the center of the storm, the Mo Family Manor was a place of meticulously guarded tranquility. The master bedroom was filled with the soothing aroma of agarwood, drowning out the burning smell that might have been brought on by the gun smoke.
Ruan Xingchen leaned against the couch, her belly, seven months pregnant, like a plump little watermelon. Mo Xiaohan was kneeling on one knee beside the couch, carefully placing a stethoscope against her abdomen and counting carefully, focusing on the movements of the baby's punches and kicks.
"The heart rate is normal and strong." The senior obstetrician stationed at the manor suppressed a smile as he recorded the data. "The lady's physical condition is more stable than last week."
"Are you sure the instrument isn't malfunctioning?" Mo Xiaohan's brows were knitted tightly together as he repeatedly adjusted his stethoscope position. "He kicked twenty-five times in the last ten minutes, seven more than the same period yesterday. Is this little bastard practicing fighting in my stomach?"
He glanced anxiously at the undulating curve on the fetal heart monitor and asked with concern, "Should we do another comprehensive checkup?"
Ruan Xingchen couldn't help but chuckle and squeezed his fingers. "Mr. Mo, this is the third time you've asked the same question today." She took his hand and placed it on her belly, feeling the powerful and wonderful fetal movement. "The baby is just more active."
Mo Xiaohan was silent for a moment, then suddenly leaned over and buried his face in her belly: "...I'm scared." His voice was muffled, "You lost so much blood last time..."
"The entire top medical team is waiting at the manor." Her fingertips gently threaded through his black hair. "You even invited the best obstetrician in Hong Kong."
"It's always better to be cautious." He raised his head, his eyes filled with unconcealable love and fear. "You and the child... I can't afford to take any chances."
When Su Lixia entered with a fruit tray, she saw Mo Xiaohan holding up the Pregnancy Guide, looking up the question, "Does frequent fetal movement indicate hypoxia?" She and Ruan Xingchen exchanged glances, lowering their heads in tacit understanding, their shoulders shaking from trying to contain their laughter.
The warm afternoon sun filled the room. Su Lixia adjusted the lumbar pillow for Ruan Xingchen. Her eyes swept over her senior sister's slightly swollen ankle, and she felt a lot of emotions in her heart.
"Back in medical school, you said you wanted to be a doctor without borders..." she said softly, a hint of distant nostalgia in her tone. "Now you've really become a 'crossover'."
"Back then, you were so scared that you cried when you saw the specimens." Ruan Xingchen winked at her and said teasingly, "Now you dare to remove the bullet and sew up Savika's wound, don't you?"
The two smiled at each other, but then fell silent for a moment. The air was filled with a faint nostalgia for the youthful past and a subtle melancholy about the fickleness of fate.
"Do you regret it?" Ruan Xingchen asked softly, "If I hadn't gone to Myanmar to attend the wedding that day..."
"No regrets," Su Lixia replied without hesitation. "After experiencing all those rumors, I realized that even if some people are covered in blood, they are still a million times cleaner than those well-dressed beasts."
But in just one year, the white coats have been replaced by bulletproof vests, the scalpels have become guns on the waist, but the warmth of the palms clasped together remains familiar.
As the night deepened, only a warm wall lamp lit the master bedroom. Mo Xiaohan was adjusting the production plan and modifying the escape route for the seventh time on his encrypted tablet.
Ruan Xingchen hugged him from behind, her pregnant belly pressing against his back: "Mr. Mo, you're almost becoming a patient with prenatal anxiety."
He turned around and held her slightly cold hand tightly in his palm: "We will only have this one child... no more children in the future!"
"That won't do." Ruan Xingchen smiled and shook his head, "We need to give the baby a brother or sister to keep him company, otherwise he'll be so lonely."
Mo Xiaohan held her in his arms and said stubbornly, "Then adopt eight or ten... You are not allowed to take any more risks."
In response, the baby in his belly suddenly started to move vigorously. Ruan Xingchen burst out laughing: "Look! The baby is protesting, saying that he wants a little brother or sister to play bomb disposal games with!"
The moonlight shines through the window frame, gently falling on the embracing figures, casting a soft glow on this moment of tranquility and temporarily isolating all the disturbances of the outside world.
In the guest room of the manor's annex, Savika was demonstrating to Su Lixia how to defuse a bomb with a scalpel.
His fingers slid nimbly across the circuit board. "Remember... cutting the red wire will explode, cutting the blue wire will also explode. Only cutting the gold wire in my hand..."
He suddenly put the knife into her palm and guided her fingertips along the line: "...it will allow me to take off your pajamas tonight."
Su Lixia's ears turned red instantly, and she hit him in embarrassment and anger, but he laughed and picked her up by the waist and rolled into the soft bed.
His palm couldn't wait to reach into her skirt: "You should practice more on how to give birth..."
Su Lixia tilted her head slightly in his passionate attack, and between breaths, she suddenly asked softly, "After these things are settled and we return to Yangon...can I still come to Bangkok to see you often?"
Savika paused, and he stood up to look at the faint expectation in her eyes: "Come whenever you want... Anyway, there will always be a room for us in the manor..."
The words faded away in the increasingly passionate kiss and the gradually intertwined gasps.
Outside the window, lilies of the valley sway gently in the night breeze, their subtle fragrance lingering, guarding this hard-earned moment of peace and tranquility. Meanwhile, the smoke of war in northern Myanmar is about to fill the air, and Victor's ambition will eventually sound the final death knell for him.
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