Flash Marriage Passionate Love: Young Master Mo Is A Wife-pampering Addict - Chapter 716

Chapter 716: He may have returned to his country.

When Wen Ran and Luo Haofeng arrived at the hospital, they happened to meet Mother Qin delivering dinner to Qin Mu.

Mother Qin looked surprised when she saw Luo Haofeng. Luo Haofeng greeted her eagerly, and Wen Ran also smiled and called out “Aunt.”

“Ranran, Ah Feng, you guys are just in time, I won’t have to go in then. You can deliver this dinner to Ah Mu. He’s been sulking alone these days, I bet he’ll be really happy now that you’re here.”

Seeing Mother Qin hand over the insulated lunchbox, Wen Ran reached out to take it. Mother Qin gave some instructions and then really turned and left.

Wen Ran and Luo Haofeng took the elevator to the floor where Qin Mu resided. After getting out, Luo Haofeng said that he was going to the washroom and asked Wen Ran to go to the ward first.

Just as Wen Ran reached the door of the ward, the door opened before she even raised her hand to knock.

Qin Mu, dressed in patient garb, stood upright inside the door. Seeing her, he immediately smiled warmly: “Wen Ran!”

Wen Ran cast a glance over his somewhat thin figure.

She waved the insulated lunchbox in her hand at him, saying cheerfully: “I ran into your mother downstairs delivering your dinner, so I brought it up with me.”

Qin Mu stepped sideways to let her into the ward, closed the door, then seated himself on the couch a few steps away, his black eyes watching her quietly.

Wen Ran was slightly astonished when she opened the lunchbox.

She looked up at Qin Mu, her beautiful face showing a hint of a smile. She said jokingly: “Qin Mu, how come you’re not getting any fatter despite your mother delivering so much food for every meal?”

Qin Mu hadn’t seen her for half a month and missed her. He was staring at her with deep interest and zest.

For a moment, he hadn’t heard clearly what she was saying and blinked in surprise: “What?”

Wen Ran took the dishes out and placed them on the coffee table.

She served him a bowl of rice and soup.

Seeing his handsome features showing a confused expression, his eyes were staring at her, puzzled.

She couldn’t help but laugh lightly: “I said, don’t waste food. Eat more. You seem to be even thinner than when you first woke up.”

It turned out that after being in a coma for a month, he had lost a lot of weight.

But now, after more than twenty days of recovery, he seemed even thinner than before.

Qin Mu raised an eyebrow and felt his handsome face, “Have I lost weight?”

Wen Ran nodded seriously: “Yes, you have. No wonder your mother is so worried about you. Eat up, finish all the food tonight.”

The reason Wen Ran was astonished when she opened the lunchbox was because the portion of food was enough for two people.

Qin Mu, on his own, definitely wouldn’t be able to finish it. Staying in the hospital all day, he could at most go out for a walk and wouldn’t be able to eat that much.

Qin Mu’s eyes flickered, but he picked up another empty bowl.

While scooping rice with the spoon, he said: “Normally, my mother doesn’t deliver so much food. Tonight, I asked her to deliver enough for two people. I have no appetite eating by myself, why don’t you join me?”

“Enough for two people?”

Wen Ran repeated his words, stupefied.

Qin Mu glanced at her, smiled, and then handed her the bowl of rice he had served.

His eyes, full of laughter, were fixed on her: “Originally, as you’re visiting A City, I should have hosted a dinner in your honor. But I’m a patient right now and can only invite you to dine in the hospital.”

Wen Ran looked at the bowl in his hand, smiling apologetically: “Qin Mu, I am not alone. Luo Haofeng came too.”

“Ah Feng is also here?”

Qin Mu’s gaze shifted to the ward door. Wen Ran explained gently: “He said he was going to the washroom just now, probably will be back in a minute or two.”

“Oh.”

An odd emotion flitted through Qin Mu’s downcast eyes.

When he looked up again, his face was lit with a clear, gentle smile: “Well then, I’ll just eat by myself.”

He lifted up his bowl started to eat on his own.

Seeing him eating without appetite, merely forcing the food down, Wen Ran felt a pang of inexplicable guilt.

So, as soon as Luo Haofeng entered, she handed him the other bowl of rice: “Luo Haofeng, you eat with Qin Mu.”

Luo Haofeng looked blankly at Wen Ran, then at the bowl of rice in his hand.

He looked at Qin Mu, confused, and asked: “Ah Mu, did you serve me this?”

Qin Mu responded with a casual ‘hmm’.

After swallowing the food in his mouth, he added: “I can’t eat it all. If you want to eat, please keep me company.”

Luo Haofeng raised one of his handsome eyebrows. The food, of course, was not bad at all.

But if he finishes it, what about Wen Ran, she’s not eating.

After some thought, he decided to put the rice bowl back on the coffee table: “Forget it. If I eat, what would Wen Ran do afterwards? Ah Mu, go on eating. We’ll talk to you here, and later, I’ll treat Wen Ran to a big meal.”

“That sounds good.”

Qin Mu nodded. After chewing slowly and swallowing a piece of vegetable, he seemed to ask nonchalantly: “Ah Feng, did you come to A City specially to see me?”

“I was on a business trip. I heard that Wen Ran was coming to A City, so I caught the same flight as her. Ah Mu, let’s go back to G City together the day after tomorrow. Then you won’t be bored staying in the medical ward alone.”

“I haven’t discussed this with my mother yet.”

As Qin Mu said this, he looked at Wen Ran.

Wen Ran smiled faintly and took over the conversation: “Aunt had just passed the insulated lunchbox to us and left. I didn’t have time to discuss it with her. I’ll tell her about it tomorrow.”

**

In D Country

Outside a high-end apartment building, Cheng Jia had been pressing the doorbell for a while with breakfast in her hands, and knocking on the door for some time, but no one opened the door.

She had no choice but to put the meal tray back in her house and pull out her phone to call Mo Xiuchen.

The phone rang for a long time before it was finally picked up, and Mo Xiuchen’s voice, accompanied by the noise, came through: “Hello!”

“Xiuchen, are you not home? I just knocked on the door and no one answered, where are you?”

At the drop of her voice, not Mo Xiuchen’s voice, but the sound of an airport broadcast came from the phone.

Upon hearing this, Cheng Jia’s face changed drastically: “Xiuchen, are you at the airport?”

“Mmm, I’m at the airport, about to board the plane. You take care of things over there for these few days and don’t call me unless it’s important.”

After finishing his sentence, Mo Xiuchen, on the other end of the call, hung up without giving Cheng Jia a chance to talk.

In the apartment, Cheng Jia stared at the call history on her mobile phone, her complexion alternately pale and distressed.

Thinking of Mo Xiuchen’s words that he was about to board the plane, her heart seemed to skip a beat.

Thinking of something, she instinctively frowned, her fingers quickly dialing another number. The call was picked up quickly this time.

When Mo Jingteng’s somewhat aged voice came through, Cheng Jia ignored politeness and decorum, sounding anxious: “Chairman, Xiuchen went to the airport alone, he might be returning to the country.”

“Returning home? Why would he suddenly return to the country? Aren’t you always with him? Didn’t he tell you?”

Mo Jingteng was taken aback for a moment, then asked several questions in a row.

Cheng Jia’s brow furrowed even more, her face full of anxiety and helplessness: “I don’t know. I called Xiuchen for breakfast just now and nobody was in the room. When I called him, he told me he was about to board the plane and asked me to take care of things here on my own without bothering him.”