Chapter 699 (2/2)

After leaving the bedroom, Qin Siting gave Auntie Chen some instructions and drove back to the hospital to get the medicine.

In the bedroom, Ji Nuan still leaned on Mo Jingshen’s chest, and her hand no longer fiddled with his button but pinched his cheek as if to make sure whether he was real or not. She stared at his face and murmured, “I think I had met you somewhere…”

Mo Jingshen pulled down her hand and still hugged her. He flattened her palm and patiently wrote his name on it with his finger. “Can you read?”

Ji Nuan looked blankly at the finger that was writing on her palm and read, “Mo… Jing… shen”

Then she paused and muttered. “This name sounds familiar.”

Hearing this, Mo Jingshen didn’t know whether he should be glad or sad.

He was sad because she couldn’t recognize him although she had woken up and had to continue to receive treatment; he was glad because even if she had lost her memory, she still remembered him although her memory was confused.

Mo Jingshen still held her hand firmly in his palm and didn’t say anything, but Ji Nuan suddenly looked up and cracked her first smile at him since she woke up. She smiled carefully because she only felt safe beside him and she didn’t want to leave him and was afraid that he might abandon her, so she asked a bit fawningly, “May I call you Shenshen?”

Mo Jingshen raised his eyebrows. “What do you want to call me?”

“Shenshen!” Ji Nuan seized his shirt again as if fearing he would refuse.

Looking at her nervous eyes, he felt his heart was so sore that it seemed to melt away. He said gently and patiently, “Ok, whatever you like.”

Ji Nuan cheered up at once and then bombarded him with a string of questions, such as why was he her husband? Why did she forget? Why were there so many people surrounding her and calling her Madam when she just woke up and why did they want her to take medicine…

Mo Jingshen patiently answered her questions one by one until she fell asleep in his arms. He looked at her pale face, put a hand on the back of her head, and placed her as gently as he could on the bed lest she would wake up. His fingers ran through her soft hair and then he gazed at this quiet sleeping little woman.

He walked out of the bedroom and Auntie Chen happened to come in, who was carrying some food because Ji Nuan had spilled the meal when she woke up, but she still got to eat something.

When Auntie Chen saw the expression on his face, she couldn’t help but shiver, although the room was very warm in the winter.

She had a hunch that Mr. Mo would grind the bones of the one who made Mrs. Mo become like this to dust even if the person had died…