Si Moshen didn't expect her to open the door suddenly. A look of surprise flashed across his face, and his movements became a bit stiff.
When he didn't see the person, he could say all kinds of harsh words. But now that the person suddenly appeared in front of him, he couldn't say a single word.
"You..."
The words "Are you okay?" hadn't come out yet when Jiang Zhirou's voice rang out before him.
"Si Laosan (the third Si), you're already in your thirties, but your mouth is still as venomous as when you were a kid."
Si Moshen tightened his lips and fixed his gaze on the woman in front of him, saying nothing.
Jiang Zhirou's face was a bit pale. When she spoke, she forced a smile at the corner of her lips, but that smile looked even uglier than crying.
"Brother Moshen."
She suddenly called him like she used to when they were kids.
A look of surprise flashed across Si Moshen's eyes, and he wanted to say something.
But Jiang Zhirou in front of him suddenly looked up at him.
There was a smile on her face, but big teardrops kept falling from the corners of her eyes, one after another, like broken pearls.
She opened her mouth.
"Can you hypnotize me one more time..."
"I want to forget him..."
"Please..."
Jiang Zhirou's voice was very soft. Her face was so pale that it seemed as if she would disappear from his sight the next second.
Si Moshen took a step forward, pulled her into his arms, rested his chin on the top of her head, and gently patted her back like he used to when they were kids, coaxing her softly, "Okay, I'll help you forget him."
As soon as the words were out, the woman in his arms lost consciousness the next second.
...
After a series of examinations, Uncle Shen looked at the nervous Si Moshen beside him and said in a low voice,
"Master San, don't worry too much. The doctor just said that Miss Zhizhi fainted suddenly because she hadn't eaten for a long time and had a bit of low blood sugar, plus her emotions fluctuated too much."
Si Moshen's gaze fell on the woman, as if he hadn't heard Uncle Shen's words.
Jiang Zhirou was lying quietly on the bed, with no trace of blood on her face. Even her lips, which usually had a pinkish hue, were extremely pale at the moment.
Si Moshen gently held her hand and carefully placed it in his palm.
Her hand was very cold. Si Moshen unconsciously tightened his grip. It was a long time before the temperature in the woman's palm slowly rose a bit.
Si Moshen let go of her hand, pulled the quilt, and tucked in the corners tightly to make sure no wind would get in before he withdrew his hand.
"Has the sedative been administered?"
Uncle Shen beside him nodded. "According to Master San's instructions, Miss Zhizhi has been injected. She can have a good sleep tonight."
Si Moshen let out a soft grunt. He gently placed his palm on Jiang Zhirou's cheek, his eyes filled with distress.
"Zhirou, no one can hurt you anymore."
After saying that, Si Moshen stood up from the chair. As he walked out, he gave instructions to Uncle Shen, "Let the hypnotist go in."
"Yes, Master San."
Jiang Zhirou had a very long dream. After waking up, she couldn't remember what had happened in the dream at all. Her cheeks were just wet.
She raised her hand and touched her face. Her hand was full of tears.
She stared blankly at her hand covered with tears.
She only remembered that she had just returned from the imperial capital two days ago, but she couldn't remember why.
It was as if something was blocking the exit. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't take a step forward to find the answer.
"Awake?"
Si Moshen's voice suddenly rang out from the direction of the door, interrupting her train of thought.
She came back to her senses and quickly wiped her face randomly.
If Si Laosan saw her crying in her dream, he would surely laugh at her again.
Jiang Zhirou jumped out of bed and ran towards Si Moshen, speaking to him in a commanding tone.
"I'm hungry. Is the food ready?"
Just then, Cecilia came up from the corner of the stairs with a bowl of red bean porridge in her hand.
"Miss, you haven't eaten for several days. The doctor said you should have a light diet for the time being. The kitchen made red bean porridge for you. Have some first."
Hearing this, Jiang Zhirou's gaze fell on the bowl on the tray.
The bowl wasn't very big, but it was filled with red beans.
She unconsciously frowned.
"Cecilia, I don't like red beans. Have you forgotten?"
As soon as the words were out, a look of surprise flashed across the maid's face, and she looked a bit at a loss for a moment.
She looked at Si Moshen for help.
"You can go down first."
"Yes."
Cecilia quickly disappeared at the end of the corridor with the tray in her hand.
Si Moshen's gaze fell on Jiang Zhirou. "You said yourself last night that you wanted red bean porridge. Now that it's ready, why have you changed your mind?"
These words sounded like a scolding, but Si Moshen's voice was very gentle, even with a hint of imperceptible joy.
Jiang Zhirou frowned in confusion. "That's impossible. I hate red beans the most." She waved her hand without doubting Si Moshen's words. "Forget it. Just get me a piece of bread."
"Uncle Shen has already gone to make it for you."
After Si Moshen said that, Jiang Zhirou instantly beamed with joy. "Uncle Shen is still the best."
After saying that, she deliberately glanced at Si Moshen, as if to say that he never did anything for her.
Si Moshen didn't mind. He took out a phone from his pocket and handed it to her.
"What's this?"
Si Moshen looked as normal as ever. He pulled her hand and placed the phone in her palm while speaking.
"Didn't your phone break after falling into the water when you went swimming the other day? I've got you a new one, and I've also re - saved all your contacts."
"Swimming?" Jiang Zhirou was a bit confused.
She didn't remember going swimming the other day.
But Si Moshen never lied to her. Without thinking, Jiang Zhirou took the phone and started looking through it.
...
...
At the same time, in the imperial capital.
At the Cloud - Top Restaurant.
Lu Wenxi looked at the repeatedly turning - off phone screen, looking a bit worried.
"Ji Bai, I haven't been able to contact Mianbao for several days. Do you think there's really nothing wrong between Brother Chiyu and her?"
Hearing this, Ji Bai's hand that was picking up food paused for a moment, then quickly resumed his action and put a piece of fish into the white porcelain plate in front of Lu Wenxi.
"Don't worry. Chiyu knows what he's doing. Moreover, we've all seen his feelings for Qingmian. There won't be any problem."
Although Ji Bai was comforting Wenxi verbally, he wasn't sure himself.
Chiyu had been immersing himself in the company for the past three days. Everything seemed normal on the surface, but Ji Bai knew very well that this was precisely the abnormal part.
Chiyu would never leave Qingmian alone because of work.
If he thought work was more important than Qingmian, he wouldn't have returned to the country in the first place.
"Maybe we should go to Brother Chiyu's house. I'm really worried."
Lu Wenxi's voice rang out again.
Ji Bai wanted to continue persuading her, but Lu Wenxi had already put down her chopsticks.
"Let's go. Otherwise, I won't be able to eat."
Ji Bai looked at the barely - touched food in front of her, sighed, and could only follow her.
After getting in the car, Lu Wenxi was still not willing to give up. She took out her phone and was about to call Qingmian again.
Just as she was about to dial the number, her phone suddenly vibrated.