"My mother, my biological mother." Qiao Momo raised her head, her beautiful eyes sparkling.
Mu Xiuhan looked shocked, so Qiao Momo told the story of the incident, ignoring Cheng Xiyao's part. She didn't want any more conflicts between her husband and the Cheng family.
"Really? Then I'm happy for you too." Mu Xiuhan's eyebrows were gentle.
Qiao Momo couldn't hide her excitement: "I didn't expect to see her again in this life. Husband, I may be a shameless illegitimate daughter. Will you dislike me?"
Mu Xiuhan hugged her tightly and said in a low voice, "What are you talking about? You are my wife now."
Qiao Momo's heart was instantly filled with warmth. She leaned on his chest and felt his full love.
"I would like to treat your mother to a meal at noon tomorrow. Please make arrangements." Mu Xiuhan wanted to express himself in front of his mother-in-law as soon as possible.
Qiao Momo nodded happily: "Okay."
After taking a bath in the evening, Qiao Momo sat by the window with her legs crossed and was in a daze. There were too many things hidden in her heart, which were messy and disorderly, and she couldn't sleep even if she closed her eyes.
"Knock knock."
Someone knocked on the door, and Qiao Momo immediately got up and walked over.
Mu Xiuhan was standing at the door wearing black pajamas.
"Momo, the weather is getting cold now. Is it cold to sleep alone?" The man's voice was low and hoarse, full of magnetism.
In such a cold midnight, listening to it is captivating.
Qiao Momo's heart was beating wildly. Mu Xiuhan did not wear his pajamas as neatly as before, but instead unbuttoned two buttons, revealing a small piece of his solid chest.
Qiao Momo cried in her heart. Before, she desperately wanted to squeeze into his bed, but he wouldn't allow her. Now, he took the initiative to come to the door, but she didn't dare to have anything to do with him.
"It's not cold, husband, it's very late, go to bed early, I'm a little sleepy too." Qiao Momo said, deliberately laughing, looking tired.
The man's dark eyes were filled with disappointment.
"Momo..." The man's voice became deeper, calling her name softly.
Qiao Momo leaned half sideways, her back stiff and her blood coagulated.
His voice... was full of hints.
"Husband, I'm really a little tired..."
But Mu Xiuhan's tall body took a step forward, almost touching her back, and his stringy voice continued to ring in her ears: "I can't sleep alone. Didn't you say before that separate beds will make emotions worse?"
Faint, or..."
"Husband, I'm... inconvenient right now." Qiao Momo said, covering her belly with both hands: "Here comes... it hurts."
Mu Xiuhan's strong affection was like a bucket of cold water being poured on his head.
"I don't want to do that with you." The man laughed awkwardly.
Qiao Momo knew he was lying, he obviously wanted to.
He looked at her with unclear eyes.
"I'm sorry, I didn't expect it to be such a coincidence." Qiao Momo said awkwardly.
"It's okay. This is a normal physiological reaction. You just said that your stomach hurts. Let me cover it for you and go to sleep." Mu Xiuhan still refused to leave, holding her hand and walking towards the big bed.
Qiao Momo's heartbeat was so frightened that she wanted to sleep in the same bed?
But, if he sees through her lies, will he be angry?
Qiao Momo could no longer refuse. The man had already laid out the pillow, lifted the quilt, and was waiting for her to lie down.
"Husband, why did you suddenly... take such initiative?" Qiao Momo asked while lying down, her heart pounding.
Mu Xiuhan bent down, kissed her forehead: "Because I am a man, I can't always let my wife take the initiative."
Qiao Momo blushed instantly and wanted to burrow into the ground in embarrassment.
Was she really too proactive before?
Mu Xiuhan lay down on the other side. Qiao Momo's body was stiff and she didn't dare to move, but the man leaned over. His body was like a stove. The warmth came, and Qiao Momo subconsciously moved into his arms.
Go, it's so warm.
Mu Xiuhan hesitated and gently covered her belly with his big palm.
Her skin was slightly cool and burned by his palm, and Qiao Momo felt much more comfortable.
The fatigue of the past few days was relieved, and Qiao Momo fell asleep before she knew it.
Mu Xiuhan suffered from insomnia. When she looked at the woman huddled in his arms, it was like two balls of fire were burning in her body, which was constantly tormenting him.
He didn't dare to touch his hands. He held her with one hand and put the other on her belly. He maintained this movement until his hand went numb.
"Husband..." In his sleep, Mu Xiuhan heard her murmuring, calling him.
"I'm here." He whispered in her ear, soothingly.
She fell into a deeper dream.
In the early morning, when the sun was setting, Qiao Momo woke up, with Mu Xiuhan still lying beside her.
A few buttons of his pajamas were unbuttoned, and the scars were obvious on the exposed skin. Qiao Momo couldn't help but stretched out her fingers and gently touched the scars...
"Well..." Mu Xiuhan woke up with a start, opened his eyes sharply, and grabbed her little hand.
"Husband." Qiao Momo was startled, her beautiful eyes looking at him in panic.
Mu Xiuhan immediately let go of his hand: "Sorry, I'm more alert."
Qiao Momo felt extremely distressed. He must have suffered a lot of injuries to be so vigilant.
"Do your scars still hurt?" Qiao Momo asked him softly.
"Sometimes it hurts, sometimes it doesn't." Mu Xiuhan answered her with a smile.
"Let me see your back." Qiao Momo wiped his body before, but because he was lying down, his back was never seen.
"Don't look at it, it's ugly." The man was startled. He immediately turned over and sat up, buttoning his clothes. His back was a real wound, and there were still scars from the knife he blocked for her last time.
, afraid to let her find out.
Qiao Momo's little mouth was squeaking, why did his action of buttoning clothes while standing beside the bed feel a bit ruthless?
"Don't miss the fireworks show tonight." The man looked back and gave her a warm smile.
Only then did Qiao Momo remember that he said he would take her to see the fireworks show that night, and couldn't help but nod: "Okay, pick me up after work."
"Yeah." Mu Xiuhan reached over and pinched her cheek.
She was sleepy, with a hint of laziness and sweetness. Mu Xiuhan wanted to hold her in his arms and exercise wildly on the bed.
Qiao Momo watched the man open the door and walk out, the smile on her face instantly collapsed.
Qiao Momo felt extremely sad when she thought that they only had one month to spend together.
The better Mu Xiuhan treats her, the more she feels guilty.
At noon, Qiao Momo contacted Bai Liuyu and mentioned that Mu Xiuhan wanted to treat her to dinner. She specifically told her not to mention the pregnancy in front of Mu Xiuhan.
Bai Liuyu naturally agreed. What she wanted was not to destroy the relationship between Mu Xiuhan and Qiao Momo, but Qiao Momo's life.
If Qiao Momo doesn't die, her daughter's identity in the Xia family will be revealed sooner or later. No, her daughter's identity must not be exposed. She wants her daughter to enjoy the treatment of a eldest lady in the Xia family. When she gets old, she won't be able to do it.
If she moved, she could find her daughter to provide for her in old age. She could also instigate her daughter to steal the Xia family's money. This would be her cruelest revenge on Mrs. Xia, killing one of her daughters.
In a top-notch restaurant, Bai Liuyu came over wearing a cleaner's clothes.