The implication is that one shouldn't go back to an old flame.
Mo Yushen smiled and sent a picture of a bag, followed by an emoji, and then sent a picture of a leaf.
Ji Qingshi understood. The sentence meant: "Including Ye Qiu?"
Does his "he doesn't go back to his old flame" attitude include Ye Qiu?
Instead of answering, Ji Qingshi asked, "What do you think?"
Mo Yushen: [If you ask me, a man as principled as you would never go back to an ex.]
Ji Qingshi did not reply.
Mo Yushen didn't press for more details.
Around 11 o'clock, Xi Jia finished organizing all her notes and recordings, and also reviewed today's text messages and call logs, finding nothing missing.
She took out the old notebook; the leaves and petals had fallen off today, and she hadn't had time to tidy it up then.
Xi Jia browsed through the notes and placed a petal on the page where she saw Mo Yushen's name.
Looking back at her past with Mo Yushen, a smile remained on her lips, even though she had no recollection of it.
It was almost 11:30 when Xi Jia finished arranging all the flower petals. She turned off her computer and put her notes in her bag.
Hearing the computer shut down, Mo Yushen got up and walked to her side: "Are you done with your work?"
Xi Jia finally came back to reality, nodded, and looked apologetic. He had come to see her, but she had made him sit there all night.
Mo Yu pondered for a moment, then asked for her opinion: "How about we hire an assistant for you to help you take notes? That way, you can have an easier time."
Xi Jia shook her head without even thinking, "If I have to hire an assistant for something so simple, wouldn't I become useless in the long run?"
He paused, then added, "I don't feel secure relying on my assistant for everything."
Mo Yushen regretted his words as soon as they were spoken. He shouldn't have denied her, shouldn't have dampened her enthusiasm and motivation. Equestrianism was her life, and she had given it all up.
Now, only screenwriting remains for her, making her feel that she is still somewhat useful.
"I was just saying, I was afraid you'd get tired," Mo Yushen explained. But the more he tried to explain, the worse it got.
“Husband.” Xi Jia looked at Mo Yushen.
Mo Yushen met her gaze, "Hmm?"
Xi Jia pursed her lips. "Am I causing you a lot of trouble in my current state? Look, you spend four hours commuting to and from work. After you get here, I won't have time to talk to you."
At the very least, she couldn't share his worries about work.
Mo Yushen: "I'm the one who's causing you trouble. I insisted on coming over while you were working."
Xi Jia shook her head.
She felt a bit negative in her mood, so she didn't say anything more. "Honey, I'm going to take a shower. I'll talk to you in a bit."
Mo Yushen found her pajamas and underwear, and ruffled her long hair.
Xi Jia kissed him on the cheek and smiled. Then she went to the bathroom.
Mo Yushen watched her retreating figure, feeling dejected.
Something must have happened to damage her confidence again today.
At last night's party, she didn't recognize her mother, putting her in an awkward position. She was already deeply hurt and began to doubt and deny herself.
When I got home, I was busy taking notes until midnight.
Unable to have children, and unsure of how far her condition will progress.
Hearing loss and vision loss.
The screenwriting job that I thought I was capable of was repeatedly questioned.
Over the past few months, the belief she had been holding onto has crumbled little by little.
Any one of those things could have killed her.
The water in the bathroom was flowing freely. Xi Jia stood under the shower, squinting, letting the warm water rinse over her for a while.
Mo Yushen turned off all the lights in the room, leaving only a wall lamp with a dim light.
It took Xi Jia more than half an hour to come out.
Mo Yushen: "I'll blow-dry your hair."
Xi Jia: "It's already dried."
Mo Yushen had been lost in thought and hadn't noticed the hairdryer. He handed Xi Jia some loungewear, saying, "Put this on, we're going upstairs to stay." His luggage was in the upstairs room.
Zhou Mingqian lives on this floor, which is not very convenient.
Xi Jia put on her pajamas, and Mo Yushen looked at her, "This one doesn't have any corners?"
Xi Jia laughed, "This hasn't reached the unicorn level yet." But this one has a rainbow tail. She held the ponytail and swept it back and forth across Mo Yushen's face.
Since she was in a good mood, Mo Yushen let her do as she pleased.
"Have you had enough fun?"
"Um."
Xi Jia let her ponytail down.
Mo Yushen put on his trench coat and left with Xi Jia in his hand.
The elevator was already occupied, so we had to wait.
Xi Jia wrapped her ponytail around Mo Yushen's waist, pulling the two of them together.
Once in the elevator, she still held him tightly.
Back in their room upstairs, once on the bed, she held him tightly, as if afraid he would leave.
Mo Yushen did nothing tonight. Knowing she was tired, he held her in his arms and said, "Go to sleep."
The next day, at 5:30, Mo Yushen got up.
It takes more than two hours to get from the resort to the Mo's Group.
Secretary Ding sent him a message in the middle of the night, saying that Chairman Mo might publicly announce the share donation today.
After washing up and changing his clothes, Mo Yushen glanced at Xi Jia by the bedside before leaving.
As if sensing something, Xi Jia opened her eyes, dazed for a couple of seconds, and said, "Husband."
Mo Yushen tucked her in, saying, "It's still early. You can get up at 7:30. I've set your alarm for 7:30."
Xi Jia hugged Mo Yushen for a long time.
Mo Yushen stroked her forehead. "What's wrong?"
Xi Jia let go of him: "You should go now, goodbye."
She turned away and didn't look at him again.
The footsteps faded away, and the door closed.
Xi Jia opened her eyes and stared at the curtains. There wasn't a ray of light.
Suddenly, the door opened again.
Xi Jia turned around.
Mo Yushen took off his trench coat and tossed it aside, then began to unbutton his shirt.
"Aren't you going to the company? Are you going to take a nap?"
"Um."
Mo Yushen took off his clothes, lifted the blanket and lay down, pulling Xi Jia into his arms and pressing her down beneath him.
Xi Jia then realized that he wasn't going to go back to sleep.
Mo Yushen had just left the room, but then he came back. He felt something was wrong; he felt like she had completely lost her sense of security.
Last night, he didn't want to sleep with her because he was afraid she would get tired.
When in negative distance, Xi Jia's mind and body are completely filled.
Mo Yu held her lips in his mouth and kissed them gently.
This time, I gave it my all, yet was also incredibly tender.
If he hadn't had to rush to the company, Mo Yushen would have wanted to rest for a while, take a quick shower, and then leave in a hurry.
It was already seven o'clock.
Xi Jia was exhausted and felt terrible.
My head is throbbing, and the sounds in my ears are louder and more piercing than yesterday.
She took a shower and returned to her room.
I sat at the table for a while.
It's gloomy and overcast today, with a biting north wind, like it's going to snow.
Xi Jia dialed Ji Qingshi's number and put it on speakerphone.
"Hey, second brother."
Ji Qingshi had gotten up early, preparing to go to the company. "I'll bring you the clothes tonight." He thought Xi Jia was calling to pick a fight with him.
Mo Yushen was there yesterday, so he didn't disturb him.
Xi Jia: "Speak louder, I can't hear you."
Ji Qingshi shuddered; his voice was loud enough. She could still hear him clearly when he called her a few days ago.
Xi Jia directly stated why she was calling: "Second Brother, please continue the Western medicine you gave me before. I can hardly hear anymore. This morning, even when Mo Yushen was talking to me so close, I could barely hear him."
Ji Qingshi's hands clenched involuntarily. The side effects of that medicine were very obvious to her, especially its strong irritation to her stomach.
"You won't be able to stand it."
Xi Jia: "Second brother, I want to hear Mo Yushen's voice. I don't even dare to call him now, because I can't hear what he's saying on the phone."
She comforted Ji Qing, saying, "It's okay. If your stomach is upset, you can eat less and lose weight. All the girls in our crew are worried about losing weight all the time. They keep going even when they're starving."