She Lost Memory Before the Divorce Chapter 261

Chapter 261: Chapter 0261: Women, Always Saying One Thing and Meaning Another Chapter 261: Chapter 0261: Women, Always Saying One Thing and Meaning Another The agent sensed Luo Ning's unusual emotions.

“What's wrong, Ningning?”

Luo Ning irritably tossed her phone onto the dressing room table.

“It's nothing. Contact the brand and say that it's the dress I will be wearing to the Golden Phoenix Award ceremony.”

The agent instinctively asked:
“What about Mu Lan then…?”

Luo Ning suddenly looked up.

“You don't actually think I would wear something from her little workshop, do you?”

The agent realized she had said the wrong thing and immediately offered an apologetic smile:
“Of course, you've got the status, you should wear the best.

I'll get right on it.”

The agent didn't dare delay, knowing that Luo Ning, the young heiress, had a bad temper. She picked up the phone to contact various brands for sponsorship.

——-
After a busy day, Mu Lan was getting ready to leave work when she received a call from He Yan: Huo Tingxiao had suddenly been hospitalized.

Rushing to the hospital, she found Jing Rong sitting by the bedside.

In the past few days, she had managed to ignore Jing Rong's presence, but the young girl didn't seem to mind at all, sticking by Huo Tingxiao's side, sweetly calling him “Brother Tingxiao.”

“Shh…”

Jing Rong placed a finger to her lips, signaling to Mu Lan not to make too much noise.

“Brother Tingxiao just fell asleep; don't wake him.”

Mu Lan felt a lump in her throat and a sourness well up inside her.

“What's wrong with him?”

Her gaze fell on Huo Tingxiao's face, and seeing his pale complexion, her brow wrinkled with concern. She knew his stomach had always been weak, but she had been working hard to manage it for years. How could he have ended up in the hospital so suddenly?

Jing Rong, noticing Mu Lan's worry, gave a slight smile.

“Getting sick is normal, isn't it? Who doesn't get sick? Don't worry, he won't die.”

Mu Lan's eyes involuntarily sharpened at the word “die.” She didn't like that word.

The person on the sickbed stirred, showing signs of waking up, and Mu Lan instinctively stepped forward.

“Huo Tingxiao? Are you awake?”

Huo Tingxiao slowly opened his eyes as his vision, blurry at first, gradually became clear.

“Mu Lan?”

Mu Lan could tell by his pale lips that his stomach issue must be quite serious this time.

“What happened? Didn't you eat on time? Or did you use painkillers as a life-saving straw again? Do you know that constantly taking painkillers will worsen your condition?”

Her tone was far from gentle; it was quite harsh, but to Huo Tingxiao, it sounded incredibly sweet.

Mu Lan was worried about him.

He reached out and gently rubbed her furrowed brow, managing a weak smile.

“Don't frown; I'm okay.”

Her fingers felt like they were burning with sparks. Mu Lan instinctively ducked away from his touch — this man was always reaching out when he spoke.

“Brother Tingxiao, where do you not feel well? Do you know how worried I am about you? You mustn't let anything happen to you; otherwise, what will Rongrong do?”

Huo Tingxiao's ears tingled at Jing Rong's words. This little girl hadn't caused enough trouble yet. If Yunzhan, the damned culprit, didn't show up soon, he feared…

Seeing the expression on Mu Lan's face, Huo Tingxiao knew things were not looking good.

“Mu Lan, I…”

“Jing Miss is here to take care of you; you probably don't need me.”

Mu Lan spoke flatly, startling Huo Tingxiao so much that he immediately sat up, nearly pulling out the IV needle on the back of his hand because of his abrupt movement.

“Huo Tingxiao, are you crazy? You're still on an IV drip!”

Huo Tingxiao didn't care about that. He grasped her wrist tightly as if she would fly away if he let go.

“Don't leave, stay, keep me company.”

Jing Rong blinked, looked left and right, found it totally boring, and stood up, conscientiously making herself scarce.

As she left the ward, she hung her little head down, a picture of sadness.

She had made a fuss, even begged, but Yunzhan just wouldn't show up.

How much must he dislike her? Thinking about it, the young girl's eyes reddened.

Just on the other side of the door, Mu Lan lowered her gaze to her wrist that was being firmly gripped, and her heart involuntarily softened.

“You lie down first.”

Huo Tingxiao bartered.

“Then you promise me first that you'll stay.”

Mu Lan glared at him, at such a critical moment, and he still didn't forget to make a deal with her?

“Alright, I promise you. Now you lie down first.”

Only then did Huo Tingxiao relax, adjusting his position on the bed, but still showed no sign of letting go of her hand.

Considering he was a patient, Mu Lan didn't feel like quibbling with him.

“Did you drink at noon?”

Huo Tingxiao thought for a moment, deciding he had to tell the truth.

“Yes, I had a little.”

He was in the hospital and dared to say he only had a little?

“Huo Tingxiao, have you gone mad? Don't you know the state of your health?

That time you drank with Yunzhan, getting utterly wasted and not ending up with alcohol poisoning was sheer luck.

And now you again… Do you at all know how to take care of yourself?”

Huo Tingxiao watched her unblinkingly, his voice softening.

“I've never known how to take care of myself; it's always been you looking after me.”

Mu Lan was taken aback, not expecting him to say that.

He had the nerve to say it's always been her looking after him.

When he first started his business, Huo Tingxiao seemed to have a death wish with the way he socialized. She learned cooking to help him recuperate, working hard to prepare him some nourishing medicinal meals, and it wasn't easy to get his health back on track.

The doctor had already clearly warned him that if he continued to abuse his stomach, he might face more serious issues, even cancer.

Mu Lan withdrew her hand, and Huo Tingxiao felt a void in his palm, his heart missing a piece as well.

“This time it was for the two plots of land in the south of the city, wining and dining with the leaders. I couldn't just abstain from drinking altogether. My biological clock has been a bit messed up, and all that combined… I promise you, once this project is settled, I will definitely take good care of my health, okay?”

Huo Tingxiao's tone was almost pleading, a far cry from his usual commanding presence, practically like a big pleading dog, short of wagging his tail and ingratiating himself with her.

Mu Lan's lips twitched. With him lying on the hospital bed, it wasn't really necessary to say anything too harsh.

“Your body is your own. It's up to you. Nobody else has the right to demand anything of you.”

Huo Tingxiao's brain worked quickly.

“Since I'm all yours, of course you have the right to make demands. What you say goes.”

Ever since this man became infatuated, he would always drop these sweet nothings. Mu Lan didn't even know who he'd been learning from.

“Quit your smooth talk; save the sweet words for your little sister Jing Rong.”

Her tone sounded like she had spilled a jar of longstanding, aged vinegar. Huo Tingxiao was so delighted, his grin was nearly splitting his face.

“Are you jealous of Jing Rong?”

Mu Lan's pretty face darkened as she denied it.

“I eat rice, not vinegar, and I definitely don't get jealous over Jing Rong.”

But Huo Tingxiao was certain she was jealous, the amusement clear in his eyes.

“Mu Lan, you look really cute when you're jealous. If conditions allowed, I would want to…”

Mu Lan's internal alarm bells rang, and she watched him defensively, her tone rising slightly.

“You want to do what?”

Chapter end

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