Mo Yushen stroked her cheek. "Go to sleep."
Xi Jia couldn't hear, but she cooperated and didn't open her eyes again.
Her appetite was getting worse and worse; she only had some soup at noon. She could only eat two or three lychees at most.
Mo Yushen covered Xi Jia with a thin blanket. After she fell asleep, he checked his emails on his phone. His secretary sent him a message saying there were documents that needed his signature.
Mo Yushen: [I'm home, bring it over.]
Secretary Ding organized the documents that needed to be signed and headed to the villa.
The Mo family is temporarily stable. There weren't many changes in personnel during this board reshuffle. Mo Yushen and Mo Lian were evenly matched, with Mo Lian slightly at a disadvantage.
If Mo Yushen hadn't been concerned about Xi Jia's illness, his equity dispute with Mo Lian would have been resolved long ago.
Under pressure from the Ji family, Mo Lian has temporarily compromised. The next confrontation is probably not too far off.
When Secretary Ding arrived at the villa, Mo Yushen was waiting for him in the study; all the emails had already been processed.
"Mr. Mo, Mrs. Mo is still not discharged from the hospital. She is probably trying to use a self-inflicted injury to get Chairman Mo to give the remaining shares to Mo Lian."
Mo Yushen: "You don't need to pay attention to that anymore. Take some time to find a girlfriend."
Secretary Ding was bewildered. What was all this about?
He didn't say anything more and turned to the page that needed to be signed.
Now, when Mo Yushen signs his name, one can always see the shadow of Xi Jia's handwriting.
Secretary Ding had another matter to report, related to "The Rest of My Life." He received a call from Zhou Mingqian on his way here, and the two chatted for quite a while.
"Mr. Mo, Xinglan wants to postpone the broadcast of the drama 'The Rest of My Life.' The specific time is uncertain. They have also discussed it with Mr. Yue, and Mr. Yue respects Xinglan's decision."
Mo Yushen signed the last document and closed his pen. "Why is the broadcast being postponed? Can't they get a license?"
“No.” Secretary Ding: “Zhou Mingqian’s team believes that half the credit for this drama belongs to Mrs. Mo, and they want to wait until she recovers before airing it.”
Mo Yushen neatly arranged the documents one by one, remaining silent for a long time.
Secretary Ding knew this topic was inappropriate, perhaps it shouldn't have been brought up at this time. He added unnecessarily, "The post-production of this drama will also take some time."
Mo Yushen handed him the document. "She may not be able to recover."
After that, the study fell into a long silence.
Secretary Ding pretended to look through the documents to see if there were any omissions in the signatures.
He waited anxiously every day, hoping the R&D center would call and inform him that the extraction was successful. Days passed, but there was still no news.
During his breaks, he would go to the research and development center, where the person in charge told him that every case of Xi Jia's rare disease is different. Her case was the severe type.
The damage is now essentially irreversible.
Of course, miracles are possible. Advances in medicine and science always bring unexpected surprises. But when will that day come, and will it even come?
have no idea.
Mo Yushen closed his laptop. "It's nothing."
Secretary Ding nodded, offering no words of comfort.
The two left the study.
Secretary Ding: "Now is the best time to see the cherry blossoms. Should I book some tickets?"
Mo Yushen: "We're not going. Xi Jia can't handle the long journey. We can just find a few cherry trees to look at in the park here." His photography skills have improved a lot now. He can even capture the essence of a single cherry blossom in a photograph.
Secretary Ding: "I have a meeting at eight o'clock tonight."
Mo Yu was afraid he would forget in his busy schedule, so he said, "Remind me when the time comes."
Upon reaching the stairwell, the two paused, startled.
Xi Jia went downstairs to find Mo Yushen, and when she saw the two chatting, she froze. For a moment, she forgot to talk to Mo Yushen.
Secretary Ding, quick-witted, patted Mo Yushen on the cheek and said, "Just say I'm the lip reader you hired."
Mo Yushen took out his phone and typed: "[He is Teacher Ding. He's a lip-reading tutor I found privately.]"
Xi Jia greeted Secretary Ding: "Hello, Teacher Ding."
Secretary Ding smiled guiltily, nodded repeatedly, waved to them, and hurried downstairs.
Mo Yushen led Xi Jia upstairs, surprised that her afternoon nap was so short. [Were you feeling unwell and unable to sleep?]
Xi Jia shook her head subconsciously.
Once in the bedroom, Mo Yushen sat cross-legged on the carpet, gesturing for her to sit on his lap. "I'll sleep with you some more."
Xi Jia sat in his lap, feeling uncomfortable all over. She hadn't slept well the night before. She looked up, "Why didn't you tell me you were going to see a lip reader?"
Mo Yu, fearing she would become suspicious, explained: "Let him teach me, and then I'll teach you."
Xi Jia's thought was: "If he just trains me directly, wouldn't that save you a lot of trouble?"
Mo Yushen: [Would you be happy if I stared at a woman every day?]
Xi Jia truthfully replied, "I'm not happy, I'll be jealous."
Mo Yushen: [Same.]
Xi Jia understood; he didn't want her to stare at Teacher Ding. She smiled and said, "You little jealous girl."
Mo Yushen pulled her tighter into his arms; he hadn't heard her call him that in a long time.
Xi Jia felt nauseous and pressed her forehead against Mo Yushen's chest. "Husband," she called out unconsciously as she felt unwell.
Mo Yushen whispered in her ear, "Yes. I'm here."
Xi Jia slowly fell asleep again in Mo Yushen's arms. When she felt unwell, Mo Yushen would hold her tightly. The sunlight was setting, casting only a thin layer on the carpet.
Mo Yushen's phone received a message from Xiang Luo: [Mr. Mo, great! It's almost May, time to check in on Weibo :)]
This was a reminder to him that he should get Jiang Qin's attention.
They were filming in the mountains before, so they could find an excuse to delay, but now that they're going back to Beijing tonight, they don't have a suitable excuse anymore.
Mo Yushen: [I will arrange it.] He sent his chat history with Xiang Luo to Cheng Weimo.
Cheng Weiming sighed, relieved that what was coming had finally arrived. He could almost feel Jiang Qin's fifty-meter-long sword on its way to his law firm.
He replied: "I'm having dinner with Jiang Qin this weekend."
Cheng Weiming stared at his phone screen, hesitated for a few seconds, and then asked, "How is Xi Jia?"
Mo Yushen: [Not good.] He didn't care to explain exactly how it was bad.
Cheng Weimo typed a message, then deleted it all.
Mo Yushen's phone was ringing off the hook. He had just finished a message with Cheng Weimo when Ji Qingshi called, "Mo Yushen, are you bored out of your mind?"
The sour lemon-themed Weibo post that Xi Jia retweeted went viral. Ji Qingshi assumed it was Mo Yushen's doing.
Mo Yushen: "Xi Jia doesn't retweet everyone's Weibo posts." He wasn't in the mood for idle chatter right now. "The sedative ingredients in Xi Jia's medication aren't working anymore. She's in pain for twenty hours a day."
He wanted to increase the dosage further.
Ji Qingshi disagreed, "You want to give her extra melatonin? You know the side effects of that drug!" He had always harbored illusions.
Maybe Jiajia can recover. Then she can have a few more children. She always said she wanted to have a beautiful daughter.
Ji Qingshi: "Jiajia likes children. The pain will pass if you just endure it."
Mo Yushen: "I don't plan to have children. Everyone says that nephews resemble their uncles. If I have a son like you, I'd rather not have any at all."
Ji Qingshi remained speechless.
He's been having stomach pains lately, which he got really angry at Mo Yushen.
Chapter Sixty-Five
Cheng Weiming put inviting Jiang Qin to dinner on his agenda. The day after Jiang Qin returned to Beijing, he called her and asked when she was free.
Jiang Qin plans to take a break and hasn't taken on any new work yet, except for an entertainment program she previously accepted, where she will be recording this afternoon as a guest.
Jiang Qin: "Starting tonight, I'll have time every day."
Such matters should not be delayed, so Cheng Weiming set the dinner for tonight, saying, "Where are you recording? I'll come pick you up."
Jiang Qin sent the address to Cheng Weiming, and then casually asked whether Mo Yushen was going or not.
Cheng Weiming: "He doesn't have time. He's taking care of Xi Jia every day, he can't leave."
That's true. Jiang Qin hung up the phone.
During the game segment of the show's recording, everyone felt that Jiang Qin's personality had changed a lot; she was more easygoing than before. She no longer had that domineering look in her eyes.
Even the host said, "Our Qinqin has changed a lot since she grew up."
Jiang Qin smiled and said, "An excellent TV series can make people grow up instantly." She was so immersed in the role that she still hasn't gotten out of the character in "The Rest of My Life".
It's time for another game segment, let's talk about first love.
Jiang Qin's ex-boyfriend is not in the entertainment industry, and she has never made it public, so fans all thought she was single.
Her ex-boyfriend was her first love. Now that he has a new relationship, she's even less willing to mention him.
Jiang Qin then recounted an incident from her school days: a love letter she received.
As soon as she finished speaking, the fans in the audience cheered with surprise.
Host: "So... are you together now?" After saying that, everyone laughed.
Jiang Qin: "Strictly speaking, it's half a love letter. One sheet of paper, the other half was cut off. There should be some more content on the second half of the page."
Host: "Did you find out who wrote it later?"
Jiang Qin shook her head. "It's been over ten years, and the case still hasn't been solved." She smiled.
She still remembers that the penmanship was beautiful.
The recording of the program didn't end until 8 o'clock. Cheng Weiming arrived more than an hour early. On the way there, he thought of a thousand opening lines, but none of them were useful.
Jiang Qin said goodbye to her agent and got into the back seat of the car. Just as she was about to close the door, she realized that Cheng Weiming was driving himself today and hadn't brought a driver. She got out of the car and sat in the passenger seat.