Ye Qiu: "She is elegance and nobility itself."
Xi Jia and Ye Qiu each had their own worries, and neither of them confided in the other; they both pretended to be happy.
Qin Sulan didn't go to see her old friend. After leaving the banquet hall, she went straight to her car downstairs. She called Mo Yushen and briefly explained what had just happened.
After a long silence.
Mo Yushen: "I understand."
Qin Sulan: "Jiajia must be feeling uncomfortable and starting to doubt her own worth. Try to comfort her."
After hanging up the phone, Mo Yushen lost his interest in reading.
Tonight's charity gala was hosted by Mo Lian's company. He knew this beforehand, so he didn't accompany Xi Jia there, but he didn't stop her from going to contribute to charity either.
With Ye Qiu by his side, he felt at ease.
Little did I know that my mother had passed away.
Mo Yushen wanted to call Xi Jia, but after entering the number, he logged out.
For Xi Jia, losing her memory is not a big deal, nor is losing her hearing; she silently endures the torment of her illness. She will put in a hundred times the effort to live like a normal person.
Like her month on set, anyone else would have given up long ago.
But such efforts cannot guarantee absolute success.
It would make her feel like she is a burden to others.
This was a fatal blow to her.
Xi Jia didn't leave the party until 11 o'clock. Once in her car, she called Mo Yushen.
"husband."
"Hmm. It's over?"
Xi Jia's tone wasn't so cheerful, "On my way back."
Hearing Mo Yushen's voice calmed her down considerably. Like a drifting boat that had finally reached the shore.
"Oh, right, I ran into Mom tonight, my mother-in-law, your mother."
Mo Yushen feigned surprise, "My mother went too?"
Xi Jia: "Yeah, I was with a friend. I didn't see my mom, but she saw me and greeted me."
Mo Yushen: "I haven't seen her for several months. She and my dad divorced a long time ago, and my dad married the woman he had an affair with."
With just a few words, Xi Jia instantly understood what her mother-in-law meant by "grudges."
From Mo Yushen's words, we know that his mother-in-law did not tell him about what happened tonight. Therefore, she did not want to cause him any more trouble.
Mo Yushen: "Are you tired? You seem so weak."
"Not tired." Xi Jia sat up straight, perked up, and casually made up an excuse: "A lot of celebrities went tonight, and they all walked the red carpet. I'm not qualified."
Mo Yushen: "It's just a red carpet, it's not worth much, why do you insist on walking on it? Sometimes it's not even level, what if you trip?"
Xi Jia: "..."
She chuckled.
This person is a contrarian.
After talking with Mo Yushen for a while, Xi Jia felt much more at ease.
Mo Yushen was busy, and the call ended.
Xi Jia leaned against the back of the passenger seat, looking sideways at the receding street scene. She had always thought she could handle it, that she could live like a normal person through hard work.
She shouldn't go to these kinds of events anymore, lest she make a fool of herself and embarrass those around her.
The car stopped in the parking lot, and the driver turned to Xi Jia and said, "Mrs. Mo, we've arrived."
Xi Jia snapped out of her daze, pushed open the door, and got out of the car.
The lights were on on the third-floor terrace.
That tall, upright figure leaned against the railing, waiting for her to come home.
"husband."
"Um."
Chapter Thirty-Seven
After taking a bath, Xi Jia sat at her workbench as usual.
Mo Yushen urged her to go to sleep.
Xi Jia: "You go to sleep first." She originally thought she could relax today and not have to take many notes, but then such a terrible thing happened at the party tonight.
She rubbed her ears and put in a few more drops of eye drops. Her eyes were uncomfortable from staying up late lately.
Mo Yushen leaned against the headboard, quietly watching Xi Jia do these things. He had always believed that there was nothing he couldn't do, until Xi Jia's illness took hold.
Xi Jia sorted through what had happened that evening, the most memorable being her encounter with Mo Lian at the cocktail party. She'd forgotten the phone call Zhou Mingqian had made to her on her way to the party.
"I also ran into an old friend tonight, someone I met back in school."
Xi Jia took notes as she spoke.
Mo Yushen guessed it was Mo Lian, and without saying much, he simply hummed in response.
Xi Jia continued, "He's a very contradictory person. My classmates say he's ruthless. But he's also passionate about charity, especially for children who have no home."
As she spoke, she shook her head, unable to comprehend it.
"It might be related to the emotional abuse his mother gave him when he was a child. His father didn't seem to be much better either."
Mo Yushen looked at Xi Jia, who clearly remembered her connection to Mo Lian from many years ago.
"Not finished writing yet?" he urged.
Xi Jia: "I've only written a few lines."
Mo Yushen said calmly, "A few lines aren't enough? Are you planning to write him an autobiography of tens of thousands of words?"
Xi Jia: "..." She turned her head.
Mo Yushen casually picked up a book from the bedside table and turned a page as if nothing had happened.
Xi Jia laughed; the little jealous girl was jealous again. "How many times have you read that book?"
Mo Yushen didn't even look up. "There are beauties in books. You write yours, I'll read mine."
"Ha ha."
"..."
Xi Jia turned around and continued taking notes.
Mo Yushen tossed the book onto the bedside table, watching her retreating figure, his trembling slightly from time to time.
He knew she couldn't help but laugh, because of the line, "There are beauties like jade in books."
"Xi Jia".
"Eh."
She turned her head again.
It was as if he had changed his mask; his expression was serious.
"What's wrong?" she asked, noticing his empty hands. "Where's your Yan Ruyu?" She couldn't help but laugh.
Mo Yushen walked over and picked her up.
Xi Jia quickly threw down her pen and wrapped her arms around his neck.
She couldn't remember if he had ever carried her like this before, but this time it felt just like the first time.
My heart is racing.
Mo Yushen put her on the bed. "Go to sleep. You have to get up early tomorrow."
Xi Jia: "I haven't finished writing it down yet. There are still some things to write down at the party."
Mo Yushen looked into her eyes, "You tell me, I'll write."
She didn't want him to know about what happened with her mother-in-law.
"I have a little secret that I can't let others know."
"Since it's a secret, wouldn't it be safer if you just forgot about it?"
Xi Jia was speechless.
Mo Yushen turned off the light, covered his lips with a kiss, and leaned closer to him.
He was jealous just now, and now that he wants it, Xi Jia doesn't want to spoil the mood and goes along with him.
He crowded the road to the woman's heart until it reached its end.
Without the light, Xi Jia's eyes felt much more comfortable. Staring into his deep eyes, she became lost in them.
Mo Yu took a deep, hot breath and whispered behind her ear, "Wife."
For a moment, Xi Jia's mind went blank.
The night grew quiet, and the room gradually quieted down.
Mo Yushen held Xi Jia in his arms, and soon her breathing became even. He got up, took a shower, and returned to bed. Xi Jia had already turned over and rolled to the edge of the bed.
Mo Yushen tried to pull her into his arms, but Xi Jia kicked him. She was very impatient, yet she slept soundly. Mo Yushen didn't move again, letting her sleep like that.
Soon, Mo Yushen also fell asleep.
After waiting for a while, Xi Jia turned over and whispered, "Husband?"
No one answered.
Xi Jia carefully lifted the blanket, afraid of waking him.