Yu An: "..."
Shut up.
At the hospital entrance.
Xi Jia glanced back subconsciously to make sure the two people from before weren't there before asking Mo Yushen, "Your friends?"
Mo Yushen: [No. A client.]
Xi Jia: "Client?"
Mo Yu nodded.
Xi Jia truthfully said, "That guy doesn't seem very friendly towards you." He even seemed to have some reservations about you.
Mo Yushen made up a story: "I took their wedding photos before, and I photoshopped him until he was distorted."
Xi Jia laughed.
Chapter Sixty-Seven
Mo Yushen didn't take Xi Jia too far; they just strolled around the nearby park.
Xi Jia's memory from the morning had been completely wiped clean again. The only thing she could talk about with Mo Yushen right now was those two clients from earlier. She asked, "What do they do? That little girl has very pretty eyes."
Mo Yushen: [The man is the director, and the woman is his assistant.]
Xi Jia: "If this love story were written into a screenplay, it would be a huge hit."
Mo Yushen didn't know how to respond.
The so-called "wedding photo shoot" was just something he made up. As for Zhou Mingqian and Yu An, they are now just boss and assistant.
Zhou Mingqian likes Xi Jia.
In March, Zhou Mingqian returned to Beijing and followed Xi Jia for several hours. The driver responsible for Xi Jia's safety reported the situation to him at that time.
Men also have a sixth sense. Often, it's even more accurate than women's.
He had a premonition even before Zhou Mingqian became his love rival. Little did he know that his words would come true.
Speaking of scripts, Xi Jia encouraged Mo Yushen, saying, "Once we're both better, I'll write a script for both of us. I've already thought of a title for it."
Mo Yushen: [What's your name?]
Xi Jia: "Let's call it 'Falling in Love with the Stars of the Deep Sea.' The title also includes a character from your name. You are the deep sea, and I am the star. Only when the star is reflected in the deep sea can it see what it looks like."
She turned her head and asked Mo Yushen, "How about this name?"
Mo Yushen stopped and stared at her.
She had written this script before. She submitted it to Xinglan, but Zhou Mingqian rejected it. Later, he even made her change her name, saying it was too old-fashioned.
He didn't know that the name had such a meaning. He thought she had chosen it randomly.
Xi Jia, holding Mo Yushen's arm, noticed he hadn't typed anything and asked, "Is it not very good?"
Mo Yushen snapped out of his reverie: [It sounds really good. It should be made into a TV series sometime.]
Xi Jia nodded, "Let that director from before film it."
She left herself with a fantasy. A fantasy that she could recover, that Cucu would still be by her side, and that she could make a movie about her love story with Cucu.
This life has not been in vain.
After wandering around outside for two hours, Mo Yushen took Xi Jia back to the hospital.
This time, it really was a case of enemies meeting on a narrow road.
Mo Yushen ran into Mo Lian's mother downstairs in the VIP ward. Mo Lian's mother had slightly swollen eyes and wasn't wearing a hospital gown; she was dressed in a dress that looked quite elegant.
Mo Lian's mother was discharged from the hospital. She was heartbroken by what Chairman Mo had said. She had stayed in the hospital hoping that he would compromise and give the remaining shares to Mo Lian.
Now, there's no point in dragging it out any longer.
His coldness was something she hadn't expected.
The elevator doors opened completely, and Mo Lian's mother slowly stepped out.
Mo Yushen ignored her, and she did the same, keeping her eyes straight ahead. The group brushed past each other.
Mo Lian's mother had held onto some illusions, but they were all shattered overnight. She thought she could rely on her husband of decades, but in the end, she was still an outsider.
The recent equity dispute within the Mo family should have been resolved by giving Mo Yushen the shares, given how much Old Master Mo doted on him, to prevent the power struggle between Mo Yushen and Mo Lian from affecting the long-term development of the Mo family.
However, no.
Mr. Mo did not give Mo Yushen a single share of the shares he held.
She secretly rejoiced. She guessed that perhaps it was because Mo Yushen and Xi Jia might not have children that the old man had been delaying in giving Mo Yushen shares.
If the shares are given to Mo Yushen, they might end up in the hands of the Ji family.
If Mo Lian gets married and has children, Old Master Mo will definitely give his great-grandson shares.
This has become her only chance to fight for Mo Lian's interests. Mo Lian is not young anymore; he's well past the age of getting married.
The elevator doors closed.
Xi Jia asked Mo Yushen, "That lady just now," she didn't address her as "Auntie," sensing the tense atmosphere between Mo Yushen and the woman.
"You have a past conflict with her?"
Mo Yushen: [My father had an affair with his mistress, and later married her.]
"I'm sorry," Xi Jia said apologetically. If only she had her memory, she wouldn't have to keep rubbing salt in his wounds.
Mo Yushen: [It's nothing. I actually want to forget her.]
Back in her ward, Xi Jia was a little tired. After a quick wash, she lay down for a nap.
After she fell asleep, Mo Yushen began to replace her notes, removing all the previous content related to scriptwriting and adding some daily life information, as well as two hours of reading every day.
After that, he packaged all the script documents on her computer, sent them to her email, and then deleted them locally.
After rushing to finish, Xi Jia was still asleep. Mo Yushen breathed a sigh of relief. He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled the blanket up for Xi Jia. He noticed that her arm posture was wrong and unnatural.
Mo Yushen lifted the blanket, and Xi Jia pressed her hand tightly against the pocket of her hospital gown.
He laid her arm flat, and Xi Jia instinctively tried to take it back, but she was too sleepy and didn't have the strength in her hand.
Mo Yushen touched her pocket; inside was a piece of paper. He carefully took it out, opened it, and found it was a photocopy of his ID card, covered with dense writing.
Mo Yushen's vision gradually blurred until he could see nothing at all.
He hadn't noticed anything in her pocket for the past few days.
Every time she put her hands in her pockets, a sly smile would appear on her lips, and a mischievous glint in her eyes. He assumed she was planning some fun game to play on him.
Much later.
My mood gradually calmed down.
Mo Yushen folded the paper and put it back in her pocket.
He would not leave her. Nothing could separate them. Between him and her, there was only death, not life.
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In the third week of taking the medication, Xi Jia experienced noticeable side effects. However, she didn't show it, spending her days playing cards, chess, and reading with Mo Yushen.
Because the hospital needs to record some of her data, she can no longer sneak out to play.
Every morning when the doctor made rounds, Xi Jia would send Mo Yushen away to buy her snacks.
Mo Yushen knew everything about the situation, and pretended to be happy every day, sharing her joy.
It wasn't until the end of June that Xi Jia's headaches and nausea improved.
Mo Yushen stayed with Xi Jia in the ward every day, never leaving her side. When Xi Jia slept, he would hold her hand, and if he felt that she was uncomfortable, he would squeeze her fingers tightly.
Xi Jia didn't sleep long during her afternoon nap today. When she opened her eyes, she was frowning.
Mo Yushen smoothed her brow: "Tell me where it hurts."
Xi Jia mumbled in her sleep, "Honey, my ears hurt. There are so many piercing noises inside, it's too noisy."
Mo Yushen was stunned. She could hear him? He quickly leaned close to her ear, "Xi Jia, it's me." He spoke loudly, repeating it several times.
Xi Jia hugged his neck, still feeling the effects of the medicine, her eyelids heavy. "Honey, my ears hurt."
Mo Yushen: "It'll be alright in a bit." He hugged her tightly. She still couldn't hear anything outside. She was probably in too much pain; this was the first time she'd been like this since being hospitalized.
He called the nurse and explained the situation. The nurse was agitated and rushed to find Professor Xiang. Professor Xiang wasn't at the hospital that day, but he called instead.
"This is a good sign."
Mo Yushen, suppressing his excitement, asked, "How long will it take to hear it?"
"That's hard to say, it varies from person to person. But you have to be prepared that her hearing may not recover to what it was before, but normal communication should be no problem."
Professor Xiang: "I'll go back to the hospital at six o'clock so we can talk in person."
This was the most relaxed and hopeful day Mo Yushen had experienced in the two months since he was hospitalized.
Xi Jia drifted off to sleep again, and the piercing sound subsided.
Mo Yushen used a towel to wipe the sweat from her forehead; she had been in so much pain that her hair was sweating.
His phone vibrated; it was a message from Secretary Ding: "There's an overseas video conference at 7 PM tonight. Chairman Li has stipulated that no one can be absent."
Mo Yushen: [Okay, I understand.]
He called Ji Qingshi and asked him to get to the hospital within half an hour.
Ji Qingshi comes to the hospital every day after get off work.
For the past two months, Mo Yushen has been taking care of Xi Jia. He and his parents wanted to stay in the ward to take care of Xi Jia, but Mo Yushen wouldn't allow it, saying that Xi Jia wasn't used to it.
He was speechless.
Xi Jia was raised by them, so why isn't she used to it?
At first, her parents would stay in the hospital room during the day to take care of Xi Jia with Mo Yushen, but Mo Yushen and Xi Jia were very affectionate. Mo Yushen didn't hide it at all, holding Xi Jia in his arms like he was coaxing a child, trying to make her happy, which forced her parents to back down.