CHAPTER 281: UNFORESEEN INTERRUPTIONS

"Wen Nuan is in good enough spirits to joke with me, so it seems her injuries aren’t severe. Who cares about her? But she said she’s staying at Yeyan’s house, and that’s just too tempting. I’m going to see my idol. Wen Nuan is praising him to high heavens; I need to experience it firsthand," Cai Xiaojing said with a laugh. Lin Ning’s face instantly darkened. He had been smiling just moments ago, but now his expression was like a stormy sky.

Mo Xiaobai...

That brat Mo Xiaobai. He had known Cai Xiaojing was obsessed with Mo Xiaobai, but he hadn’t realized she was this crazy.

Decisively... that brat was dead meat if he ever came to A City.

Cai Xiaojing was about to book the ticket when Lin Ning pressed a button, forcing her phone to shut down. Cai Xiaojing looked up in surprise, glaring at Lin Ning. "What are you doing?"

Lin Ning pulled her up, took her hand, and dragged her out. "We’re going to seclude ourselves for a few days."

"Bastard, let go! I need to go to Rome... I need to see Yeyan..."

Despite her struggles, Cai Xiaojing was dragged into the elevator by Lin Ning. She turned back to her stunned assistant and said, "Oh, you keep her phone for her. See you later."

Lin Ning waved, and the assistant saw Director Lin’s exceptionally dazzling smile and Cai Xiaojing’s gnashing teeth. The assistant looked up at the sky. She knew Director Lin and Cai Xiaojing had a very good relationship.

But...

The assistant tapped her two index fingers together, making a standard "relationship" gesture, then suddenly shrieked, "Ah, there’s something going on!"

Wen Nuan called again, and Lily answered. Cai Xiaojing had missed her idol’s call.

Rome.

Ye Feimo’s condition slowly stabilized, and Wen Nuan’s tightly strung heart finally relaxed. Wen Nuan saw the wound on his back, deep enough to expose bone, and very ugly and horrifying. Her heart ached terribly.

This fool, knowing his body wasn’t well, still put on a brave front so she wouldn’t worry. How could he be so foolish? He could have just stayed in bed, and she would have come to see him. Sometimes, a man being too strong-willed isn’t a good thing.

While recovering, Wen Nuan couldn’t move freely. Aside from accompanying the unconscious Ye Feimo and talking to him, most of her time was spent lying in bed, as frequent movement could easily strain her wounds.

Robert gave Mo Wushuang a bottle of green ointment specifically for treating scratches. Every morning and evening, Mo Wushuang would apply it for her. When the ointment was applied, one would feel very comfortable, a coolness followed by a burning sensation, which then slowly dissipated.

Mo Wushuang said that this ointment could remove scars, so she wouldn’t have any scars on her body after healing. Wen Nuan had been worried about this since she was an artist and couldn’t have any scars on her body, especially such obvious ones on her arms, back, thighs, and calves. She had originally thought about having surgery after her wounds healed, but now, hearing Mo Wushuang say it could remove scars, she couldn’t be happier.

It saved her from physical suffering.

Mo Xiaobai had wanted to apply the medicine for her, but Mo Wushuang kicked him out. Wen Nuan just laughed silently.

She found that the Mo siblings’ interactions were quite amusing. Mo Wushuang, seeing Wen Nuan always believing Mo Xiaobai’s words, couldn’t help but say, "Let Mo Xiaobai’s words go in one ear and out the other. Don’t take them too seriously."

"I know," Wen Nuan said with a smile. Mo Wushuang shook her head. Knowing was one thing, implementing it was another. Wen Nuan couldn’t help but ask curiously, "Sister Wushuang, do you have a boyfriend?"

"No," No boyfriend, but plenty of ex-boyfriends.

Wen Nuan tilted her head, wondering what kind of boyfriend someone like Wushuang would look for. It must be very difficult, right? Who would dare marry her? She was even more of a queen than Tang Mandong, and this was a decisive, efficient queen, a red rose amidst bloodshed, unlike those who grew up in peaceful times and had never even touched a gun.

This was a true queen, an "older sister" type.

Plus, with three exceptional younger brothers in the family, what kind of man could be worthy of her? Her standards must be very high.

So, ordinary people had their advantages too.

"What did Xiaobai say again?"

"Nothing. Yesterday, I said you were very pretty, and many people must pursue you. Xiaobai said no one dared pursue you; you’re the one who pursues others." Wen Nuan was an honest person. Mo Xiaobai also said his sister was an "older sister" type, and no man dared challenge her, unless they were an idiot.

She was destined to be utterly suppressed for life, like his father; that was a bloody example.

"Is that all he said?" Mo Wushuang raised an eyebrow, looking at Wen Nuan with a half-smile. A wicked light flickered in her shimmering purple eyes, making women’s hearts pound, let alone men’s.

"That’s all," Wen Nuan said honestly.

Mo Wushuang smiled enchantingly. "Boyfriends aren’t suitable for me."

Wen Nuan swallowed, her tongue darting out. Mo Wushuang helped her untie the bandage on her shoulder to change the dressing. Her movements were skilled, and aside from a slight pain, Wen Nuan didn’t feel much. The gunshot wound on her chest had also clearly improved a lot in the past few days, but it would still be some time before it fully healed.

"Wen Nuan, what’s with that butterfly on your shoulder? Is it a tattoo?" Mo Wushuang asked, her finger brushing over her shoulder. There was no trace of a tattoo. Wen Nuan, such a well-behaved girl, had no reason to get a tattoo.

This butterfly was truly beautiful, colorful and unique. It made her want to get one too.

"That butterfly? I don’t know either; I was born with it," Wen Nuan said with a smile, glancing at her shoulder. She usually didn’t pay much attention to this butterfly, just treating it as a normal tattoo. "My mom said it’s a birthmark, and it’s quite pretty. Luckily it’s a butterfly; if it were a dark blotchy birthmark, it would be ugly."

Mo Wushuang smiled, curiously examining the butterfly, and frowned slightly. It just struck her as odd. Would an ordinary person have a butterfly-shaped birthmark? It was very rare.

"It’s very beautiful. I’ll get one too." Mo Wushuang finished her examination, helped her re-bandage her shoulder, and Wen Nuan thanked her. She said faintly, "We’re family; don’t mention thanks."

Wen Nuan smiled.

Just as she put on her clothes, the door was pushed open, and Mo Xiaobai slipped in, still smiling charmingly. He carried a plate of seafood pasta, accompanied by seafood mushroom soup, a glass of white wine, and a dessert.

As soon as he entered, the aroma filled the entire room.

"Little Cousin-in-law, your delicious food is here! The most authentic seafood pasta," Mo Xiaobai deftly moved the bed table over and placed the meal in front of Wen Nuan. It was visually appealing and fragrant, making one’s mouth water just by looking at it.

Especially the seafood pasta. She had eaten seafood pasta in A City, but this one was slightly different from what she usually had. Lobster meat, squid, oysters, shrimp... the colors were meticulously arranged, very artistic, and it emitted a rich aroma.