Mo Shu saw Qin Yuan’s reaction and felt a chill in her eyes, but she smiled and said, "Aunt Qin, aren’t you happy that my dad is back?"
Qin Yuan let out a forced laugh, "How could that be possible? I’m the happiest one, thank God, he’s finally back safe and sound!"
Qin Yuan wiped her eyes, "I just prayed to the gods, and now that he is safe, I need to go and fulfill my vow!"
Fulfill a vow?
Mo Shu sneered to herself.
Pretending to fulfill a vow was just a cover; the real intention was to make a confirmatory phone call, wasn’t it?
Mo Shu said, "You can fulfill your vow anyti. Right now, Mo Jiantao has been beaten half to death and is in the hospital, aren’t you going to see him first?"
Qin Yuan’s heart skipped a beat, "Yes..."
Grandpa Mo was scared to death when he heard what Mo Shu said, "How is he now? What’s the situation?"
This ti, Yu Siqiao spoke, "He was already injured, and because he hadn’t eaten for a long ti, he’s still unconscious, but his life is not in danger."
This was the firsthand information given by Yu Chen.
Grandpa Mo’s heart settled down a bit, but he rushed to the hospital imdiately. Although Qin Yuan really didn’t feel like dealing with Mo Jiantao at that mont, since he was her husband, she still followed Grandpa Mo to the hospital.
However, Qin Yuan was preoccupied the entire way, her mind full of the content about "the kidnapper being subdued." Her concern wasn’t for Mo Jiantao, but for another man.
Qin Yuan was distracted and absent-minded, which Grandpa Mo naturally noticed, but he thought she was just worried about Mo Jiantao’s injuries and did not ask any more questions.
After all, for so many years, Qin Yuan had been wholeheartedly devoted to Mo Jiantao. She was most concerned about the kidnapping, and her true feelings for him were beyond doubt.
While Grandpa Mo and Qin Yuan were heading to the hospital, Yu Siqiao took Mo Shu back ho.
The couple, one with a dark face and the other feeling guilty, didn’t dare to make a peep.
After Mo Shu had taken a bath and ca out, she held her stomach and said, "Yu Siqiao, I’ve finished bathing."
Yu Siqiao completely ignored her.
When Mo Shu, holding her belly, walked out of the bathroom, she found Yu Siqiao was not in the room.
Wearing a loose nightgown, Mo Shu walked towards the study.
But there was no one in the study either.
Mo Shu, feeling irritated, searched another place, this ti heading to the gym.
Fortunately, Yu Siqiao was here.
Yu Siqiao was doing push-ups.
Sweat dripped down his short black hair, his upper body bare, the beads of sweat rolling down his wheat-colored skin, with clearly defined abs and pectoral muscles.
The sense of a man’s strength was completely exposed at this mont.
Mo Shu’s gaze swept over him unabashedly, and her mood improved a lot.
Finding a place to sit down, Mo Shu grabbed a pillow and propped it behind her back as she watched Yu Siqiao exercise.
Mo Shu’s gaze was so intense that, after doing a few more push-ups, Yu Siqiao couldn’t continue.
He sat up, took the towel beside him to wipe off his sweat, and, without looking at her, he opened the water bottle next to him and started drinking deeply.
As the sweat droplets slid down his Adam’s apple, Mo Shu’s heart raced. Resting her face on one hand, she smiled and said, "My husband is really handso."
Yu Siqiao’s stern face almost cracked.
But he quickly restrained himself, completely ignoring her, and quickly walked away.
Mo Shu followed him with quick, light steps, speaking in a tender voice, "I’m hungry."
Yu Siqiao walked into the gym’s shower room, not even glancing at her, and ’snap’ closed the door behind him.
Mo Shu touched her nose.
Well then.
Was he that mad?
Mo Shu sat huffily in a chair nearby and asked Sao Zha: Why are n so petty!
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