Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
It was already three in the afternoon by the ti Wen Xinya woke up again. The sun was shining brightly and casting its rays through the window and into the room, causing it to be filled with light. The fine specks of dust were flying below the window, full of life and rigor. The curtains were flowing in the breeze and she could see the trees and flowers on the hospital grounds. They could occasionally catch glimpses of patients basking in the sun with the company of their family. They were taking strolls and chatting...
Life, is really wonderful!
Perhaps because of the terrorizing night she experienced, during which she felt the feeling of hopelessness in the darkness, she suddenly felt excited and gleeful about the warm sun. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the warmth of the sunlight shining on her face.
The door of the bedroom was opened and she heard the footsteps of soone entering slowly.
Wen Xinya opened her eyes gently. She then saw her grandfather entering with a plastic bag. She teared up while feelings of misery began to fill her heart. She started sobbing and exclaid, “Grampy!”
Old Mr. Mo got agitated the instant he heard her soft and coquettish voice. “Xinya, you’re awake?”
After a traumatic night, Wen Xinya had finally been rescued. Old Mr. Mo and Old Mr. Wen rushed to the hospital to hear from Si Yiyan’s assistant that Wen Xinya was in the treatnt room. They waited anxiously for half an hour, wondering to themselves just how wounded she was to have the treatnt take so long.
Did she sustain other wounds apart from those on her body?
A long while later, Si Yiyan’s assistant finally allowed them to see Wen Xinya in the hospital ward.
At that mont, Wen Xinya turned red and her forehead and nose were covered in sweat droplets while her forehead creased into a frown. It was as if she was feeling uneasy, even during her sleep.
Afterward, Old Mr. Mo heaved a sigh of relief when he heard about her condition from the doctor.
Wen Xinya licked her dry lips and requested coquettishly. “Grampy, I want so water!”
The mories of feeling parched were still fresh in her head. Although she was not that thirsty, the thought of it gave her the urge to drink so water.
“I’ll pour you so now,” Old Mr. Mo said agitatedly before pouring her a cup of warm water. He then held onto her while she downed the water.
Wen Xinya seed to have been really craving for water, and the cup of water that she downed seed to have nourished every cell in her body. Her dry body began to moisten.
After finishing the water, she lied down on the bed with the help of Old Mr. Mo, who then pulled the blanket over her body.
Noticing how flustered he seed to be, Wen Xinya felt extrely touched and tears welled up in her eyes when she stared at the gray patches of hair on his head. “Grampy, I’m sorry to have made you worried.”
She did not expect to be abducted. The re few hours of being kidnapped was enough to traumatize her, and she almost thought that she would definitely die.
Old Mr. Mo held her hand tightly and tried to get a grip on his own emotions. “Silly child, what are you talking about? I’m content and happy enough that you’re back alive.”
He did not expect that Wen Xinya would be rescued.
Wen Xinya held onto Old Mr. Mo’s hand which seed to have aged and beco thinner. It was covered in wrinkles, making her at a loss for words.
Noticing that the swelling in her pale face had gone down and she looked much more haggard than before, Old Mr. Mo said, “Xinya, it’s been hard on you. Do your wounds still hurt? The doctor said that you have sustained a severe injury on the back of your head. How do you feel now? Does it still hurt?”
“Grampy, I’m alright, don’t worry about ! I’m really hungry. I haven’t had anything to eat since dinner last night,” said Wen Xinya, who felt a dull ache in the back of her head after she got reminded of her wounds. She began to get giddy and nauseous. The wounds on her body did not hurt as much, however.
Old Mr. Mo snapped out of his senses and frantically retrieved the thermal flask from the plastic bag. “Mother He made you so porridge. The doctor said that you can only stick to bland foods for the ti being.”
Old Mr. Mo opened the thermal flask clumsily and poured its contents into a bowl.
The plain and bland porridge slled fragrant and was rather appetizing to Wen Xinya, who was famished after a cold and brutal night, the mories of which were still fresh in her head. She almost burst into tears of joy upon slling the heavenly aroma of food.
Old Mr. Mo adjusted her bed to prop her up. He initially wanted to feed her, but she insisted on eating it on her own because of the severe wound on the back of her head. He finally felt relieved after watching her polish off the porridge.
Wen Xinya remarked, “Mother He makes really delicious porridge.”
Although it was just a porridge, it was cooked to perfection, with the grains becoming soft and mushy. It lted in her mouth. Mother He had clearly put in a lot of effort into cooking it.
Old Mr. Mo said, “Since you like it, I’ll get Mother He to make so more for you.”
Wen Xinya continued to eat one and a half more bowls before she finally felt satiated.
Old Mr. Mo said, “Last night, your Grandpa stayed here with you all the way until morning. He only left just now.”
Wen Xinya had been unconscious ever since she was admitted to the hospital and the doctor said that she would only co to again the following morning. Knowing that Si Yiyan’s health had been affected by Wen Xinya’s abduction, Gu Yuehan arranged for him to get so rest in the Mo Family ho while Old Mr. Wen stayed behind in the hospital.
Feeling extrely touched, Wen Xinya exclaid, “Grandpa must have been worried sick about !”
Old Mr. Mo nodded and remained silent.
Wen Xinya was then reminded of Si Yiyan. She rembered that he was the one who had saved her and spoke to her for a while when they were still in the hospital. However, her mories of the events that took place afterward had beco foggy. After a mont of hesitation, she looked out of the window and decided to ask about Si Yiyan.
Well aware of her intentions, Old Mr. Mo said, “Si Yiyan only left after your Grandpa and I arrived. I reckon he found it inappropriate to show his face.”
Wen Xinya smiled, unable to hide her happiness.
Staring at the smile on her pale face, Old Mr. Mo asked with a complicated mix of emotions, “I won’t ask about your relationship with Si Yiyan anymore.”
Last night, he suddenly felt thankful for Wen Xinya’s relationship with Si Yiyan.
At that mont, it suddenly dawned upon him that Wen Xinya would never be like an ordinary heiress who lived a carefree life, for she had led a wandering life for fifteen years. She was destined to lead a life full of obstacles, and only soone like Si Yiyan could protect her and get rid of all the challenges that she would face, so as to make her life go smoothly.
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