Mo Yushen smiled.
After the meeting ended, Mo Yushen went back upstairs.
Xi Jia, wearing the rainbow-colored loungewear, sat on the edge of the bed looking at Mo Yushen's ID photo on the wall. She heard no movement until Mo Yushen wrapped his arms around her from behind, at which point Xi Jia turned around and said, "Husband."
Mo Yushen nodded. He turned on the projector on the wall and connected the projector to his phone.
Xi Jia then noticed the projection on the wall opposite the bed. "Was this prepared for me?"
Mo Yushen: [This is also for myself.]
Xi Jia almost forgot that he couldn't speak.
Mo Yushen took a shower, then held Xi Jia in his arms, and the two chatted using a projector.
Xi Jia: "My second brother is taking me on a business trip tomorrow afternoon. He said it's a good place for me to find creative inspiration, and I promised to go with him."
She was reluctant to part with Mo Yushen: "You'll have to stay home by yourself for the next few days."
Mo Yushen knew where Ji Qingshi was going, and he temporarily agreed to go with her: "I'll go with you. I can't live without you."
Xi Jia pressed her back against his chest, "Then I'll take you there."
Mo Yushen turned off the projector, turned on his phone's recording mode, and handed the phone to Xi Jia. Xi Jia guessed, "Recording our bedtime video? So I can watch it when I wake up tomorrow morning?"
Mo Yushen nodded. Xi Jia pointed the camera at herself and Mo Yushen. She looked up, and Mo Yushen took her lips into his mouth, kissing her for a few seconds before quickly letting go.
Xi Jia waved to the camera and said, "Goodnight."
After turning off her phone, Xi Jia faced Mo Yushen, sat on his waist and said, "Even if I don't remember who you are to me when I wake up tomorrow, just because of your face, I can forgive you for lying next to me."
Mo Yushen smiled faintly. Her inherent cunning remained unchanged. She had said this before.
He cupped Xi Jia's face in his hands, gesturing for her to look at his lips, and said, "Go to sleep." He repeated it twice.
Xi Jia looked at it intently, but she wasn't quite sure: "Sleep?"
Mo Yu nodded and gave her a thumbs up.
Xi Jia suddenly felt wide awake and thought this method was great; she and Mo Yushen could communicate using lip reading from now on. She pleaded, "Honey, let's practice a little longer."
Mo Yushen: "I love Xi Jia."
Xi Jia didn't understand. Mo Yushen repeated it five times, but she was still completely confused. As he spoke, Mo Yushen pointed to himself, then made a heart shape with his fingers, and then pointed at her.
Xi Jia: "I love you." But saying it felt wrong; it felt like four words. "I love Xi Jia?"
Mo Yushen smiled, nodded, and repeated himself.
Knowing which words they were, Xi Jia looked at Mo Yushen's lips again and found it very simple.
Mo Yushen: "Go to sleep, goodnight."
Xi Jia: "Sleeping, having sex?"
Mo Yushen: "..."
Xi Jia wrapped her arms around his neck and laughed heartily, "I guessed right, didn't I?"
Mo Yushen reached out and turned off the light, then took a box from the drawer and placed it in Xi Jia's hand. Xi Jia guessed what it was and asked, "Is it the large size?"
Mo Yushen covered her mouth, preventing her from speaking.
Some things are probably etched into your cells and blood; once they start, they become unstoppable. Mo Yushen noticed that some of her old habits hadn't changed at all.
Her coquettishness when clinging to him remains unchanged.
It was early morning. Xi Jia fell asleep peacefully, feeling an indescribable sense of satisfaction.
Mo Yushen got up, took his phone, and went to the balcony.
He called Ji Qingshi and told him that Xi Jia wouldn't be going on the business trip tomorrow.
Ji Qingshi was just about to go to sleep when Mo Yushen's words dispelled all his drowsiness. "I'm taking Jiajia over there to relax; the mountains are a good place to recuperate."
Mo Yushen still refused, saying, "She's not suited for crowded places right now; she's under too much pressure. If you want to go back to your ex, go by yourself."
Ji Qingshi was speechless for a moment.
Mo Yushen: "I'm staying home with her."
Ji Qingshi was still worried. "Jiajia's current condition means we can't entrust her to anyone else. Even if someone is responsible for her safety, she'll be in physical pain and can't hear when she's alone. She'll start overthinking. If she becomes depressed, it'll be too late for you to regret it."
Mo Yushen reiterated his previous statement: "I'll stay home with her."
Ji Qingshi: "What do you do when you go to the company during the day? You can't exactly bring her to work, can you?"
Mo Yushen narrowed his eyes. Why was it so difficult to talk to him? He said slowly and deliberately, "I already said, I'm staying home with her!"
He repeated, "Stay home with her."
Ji Qingshi was taken aback. Yesterday, he thought that when Mo Yushen said he would bring Xi Jia to the villa for easier care, he meant after get off work and in the evening.
"You're abandoning the company?"
“I manage in the evenings. I take care of work while Xi Jia is on her lunch break.”
Ji Qingshi was momentarily at a loss for words. Mo Yushen had completely overturned his impression of him. Previously, Mo Yushen had been willing to inflict heavy losses on himself while harming the enemy by a thousand, sparing no expense in his efforts to deal with Mo Lian.
Now they're saying they're giving up on Mo's company just like that.
"Also, if you want to go back to your ex, don't use Xi Jia as an excuse."
"...Which eye of yours saw me trying to go back to my ex?" Ji Qingshi hung up the phone. He glanced at the access card on the bedside table; he just didn't want to leave behind things he shouldn't have.
Ji Qingshi sent a message to his secretary: "[Flight cancelled. Go buy some potted plants tomorrow.]"
Mo Yushen stood on the terrace for a while, just about to turn around and go back inside, when Professor Xiang called. It was the middle of the night, and Professor Xiang's phone rang somewhat urgently.
Mo Yushen held his breath, his heart pounding, fearing it was bad news. "Professor Xiang, you haven't rested yet?"
Professor Xiang got straight to the point, "Bring Xi Jia back tomorrow for another scan to compare with the last one. We need to extract the parameters."
Mo Yushen quickly agreed, then asked, "Is there any new discovery?"
Professor Xiang paused for half a second, then said, "Let's give it a try and see if we can restore her hearing. But don't get your hopes up yet."
Mo Yushen said gratefully, "Thank you, you've worked hard."
Professor Xiang jokingly said, "There's nothing I can do. My daughter sends me a selfie every now and then while sitting by the lake, leaving me to figure out what to do."
I was busy with the professor and didn't have time to chat, so I ended the call.
Mo Yushen had insomnia. Because of excitement.
Although the glimmer of hope Professor Xiang offered was faint, it was still something to look forward to. He sent Xiang Luo a message: "Thank you. Also, please tell Professor Xiang to get some rest."
There aren't many people he can be grateful to, but Xiang Luo is one of them.
Xiang Luo had a night shoot tonight and just got back to the hotel. She replied: [A simple thank you isn't enough. Remember to get Jiang Qin to follow me :)]
Upon seeing the name Jiang Qin, Mo Yushen became even more awake.
The next day.
Xi Jia woke up naturally, not opening her eyes until eight o'clock. She was stunned for more than ten seconds after waking up. She was lying in a man's arms, and in intimate contact at that.
Where is she?
What are you doing now?
The person in her arms stirred; Mo Yushen had woken up. Xi Jia's eyes showed obvious tension, and she instinctively pushed him away.
Mo Yushen took the bald head off and stroked her forehead, then reached for the notebook on the bedside table.
Xi Jia: "How did I get here?"
Mo Yushen released her and handed her the notebook. A strand of hair was stuck to her face, and he gently tucked it behind her ear.
Xi Jia flipped through the notes; it turned out this person was her fiancé. She turned to look at the head of the bed: "In this life, I will only love my husband, Mo Yushen."
This is her handwriting.
Mo Yushen handed her the video on his phone; it was a bedtime video he had recorded the night before.
Xi Jia watched the video and saw how intimate she and Mo Yushen were, kissing each other; she could feel their sweetness even through the screen.
Mo Yushen then pointed to the wastebasket beside the bed and the last one in the box on the bedside table.
Xi Jia could feel something was wrong with her body; her back ached, and the contents of the wastebasket hinted at how wild she and Mo Yushen had been the night before.
Mo Yushen stayed with her, helping her finish all her notes and reviewing all the videos and photos.
An hour passed.
After mentally preparing herself, Xi Jia approached Mo Yushen and hugged him. "Don't you get tired of saying all this to me every day?"
Just like last night, Mo Yushen showed her his lips, saying, "It's not annoying."
Xi Jia: "Isn't it annoying?"
Mo Yushen gave her a thumbs up again. The two got up and washed up. Later, while changing clothes, Xi Jia leaned against Mo Yushen, and they kissed and felt something between them.
The last one on the table was also used.
This kind of communication deepens feelings more than verbal communication. Xi Jia came out of the bedroom and clung to Mo Yushen.
The villa's restaurant is decorated similarly to Qin Sulan's apartment, with monitors on the walls and computers on the dining tables.
"Shall we take photos after we've eaten?" Xi Jia asked.
Mo Yushen: [Let's go to the hospital first. We both need to have X-rays taken. The doctor said you have a chance to regain your hearing, and I have a chance to regain my speech.]
Xi Jia thought she was seeing things. She walked to the screen and read it word by word to make sure she wasn't mistaken. She turned to her husband and said, "Honey, give me another half bowl of porridge."
The joy was indescribable.
Mo Yushen drove Xi Jia there himself, taking a detour via the Wutong Path.
Overnight, the branches and twigs of the sycamore tree sprouted new light green leaves, swaying in the wind.
In the hospital lobby, Mo Yushen ran into someone he didn't want to see.
Chairman Mo hurried toward the elevator, and when he caught sight of Mo Yushen out of the corner of his eye, he stopped. "Yushen." There were many people around, so he didn't address him by his full name.
Mo Yushen held Xi Jia's hand, seemingly oblivious to the situation.
Mr. Mo came to visit Mr. Mo Lian's mother. She had seen the news early in the morning and said that she felt unwell. She asked the driver to take her to the hospital. After finishing his business with someone, he went straight to the hospital.