Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“This means that the Mo Family is not completely under Mo Qian’s control. Or else, with the Mo Family’s influence, the Yu Family is no threat.” Explained Yu Yuehan.
Fan Yu got it instantly.
“You mean that, as long as we can find the person restraining Mo Qian, there is a chance of figuring everything out?”
Fan Yu placed his cup down and stood up from the sofa.
“Liuliu is Mo Qian’s target, you guys are not suited to go to City N. I shall try and contact Mo Yongheng.”
“If there is any need, you can look for Zheng Yan. She is familiar with City N, she will help you. However, …” Yu Yuehan paused.
Fan Yu raised his eyebrows. “However, what?”
“It’s nothing much. You will know when you see her.”
“…”
Zheng Yan.
It sounds like a woman’s name. However, why did Yu Yuehan look like he was mentioning a love rival when he said her name?
It made Fan Yu curious about “Zheng Yan”.
He kept the name card that Yu Yuehan had passed him.
He then turned and left the Yu Family villa.
Nian Xiaomu was still in Yu Yuehan’s arms on the living room sofa. She was curled up into a ball like an abandoned child and cuddled him tightly.
When Yu Yuehan saw that Fan Yu left, he wanted to remind her that this was their wedding night.
Nian Xiaomu snuggled against his chest. “Yu Yuehan, I’m feeling uncomfortable…”
“…”
Just nice, he was feeling uncomfortable too.
He had resisted the urge to kiss her and hug her for the whole day.
Finally, he had got her to sign the marriage agreement and become his wife.
He would feel sorry for himself if he didn’t celebrate it.
Yu Yuehan was about to carry her back to the room. When he looked down and realized that she was pale and shivering in cold sweat, he realized that something was wrong.
“Nian Xiaomu, look at me. Don’t overthink!”
A similar situation flashed passed Yu Yuehan’s mind as he held her face and shouted firmly.
It was as though Nian Xiaomu couldn’t hear him. She kept mumbling,
“Father… father is not like this…”
“He is not my father…”
“Fire, there is such a huge fire. I’m going to burn… Father, Mother…”
“Bengbeng, I’m not leaving. Let me go back… I want to go back…”
Nian Xiaomu kept muttering incomplete sentences.
She could no longer tell dream from reality.
It was as if she was trapped in a nightmare. She kept shivering.
She held his hand and gripped it till her fingers turned white.
Yu Yuehan hugged her tightly and noticed her unusual body temperature. He turned to shout at the butler. “Get the fever patch and call the doctor immediately!”
Nian Xiaomu had a fever and her body was burning and her face was as red as a piece of burning charcoal.
She was not in the state to take medication and they could only inject it.
She was muttering the whole night.
Even the doctor was helpless.
“Young Master Han, it may have something to do with her state of mind. Is there any way for her to regain consciousness? Even if it’s a bit? If this carries on, she may die in her sleep!”
When dawn was approaching, Yu Yuehan asked the butler to bring Xiao Liuliu over.
She did not know what had happened.
When she was carried over, she was still blurry from her sleep.
When she saw Nian Xiaomu, she jumped out of the butler’s arms and got under the blankets and lay with Nian Xiaomu.
