CHAPTER 278: UNANSWERED WORRIES

Wen Nuan woke up early the next morning. Lying in bed for a whole day left her body feeling incredibly fatigued. As a celebrity with a fast-paced life, she was used to being busy. This sudden idleness, coupled with good food and sleep, paradoxically made her feel very tired.

Mo Xiaobai and Mo Chen brought breakfast to Wen Nuan early in the morning. With two handsome men for breakfast company—one witty and charming, the other gentle and refined—one’s mood should ideally be good, and it should stimulate appetite.

However, Wen Nuan’s mood was clearly not good.

She had expected Ye Feimo to come see her last night. After all, she had a serious gunshot wound, and it was unlikely he would be out handling matters with others at such a time. He should have been by her side.

Unless he couldn’t come.

That meant he was also severely injured. Yesterday, she must have been too disoriented by seeing Mo Xiaobai to believe his words. Waiting late into the night and not seeing Ye Feimo made Wen Nuan very worried. She didn’t like this feeling, even if they were doing it for her own good.

But she would rather know the truth.

"Little Cousin-in-law, what’s wrong?"

"Is Ye Feimo seriously injured? Where is he? There’s no reason he hasn’t come to see me yet. He must be seriously injured, right?" Wen Nuan said, wondering where Ye Feimo, who had risked his life to save her, was lying alone at this moment.

Mo Xiaobai and Mo Chen exchanged glances. Mo Chen said, "We won’t hide it from you. Feimo is indeed seriously injured, but he’s not in critical condition, so you can rest assured about that. It’s just excessive blood loss, and he’s temporarily unconscious. The doctor said he’ll wake up today. Just wait patiently; he’ll be fine."

"Excessive blood loss, unconscious, and I’m awake while he’s not—that must be very serious," Wen Nuan murmured to herself. No wonder Feimo hadn’t come; he was severely injured.

"Little Cousin-in-law, don’t worry. He’ll be back to full health very soon, guaranteed," Mo Xiaobai said. Wen Nuan’s heart settled a little, trying to believe their words. Perhaps, just one more day.

Mo Chen said, "You should eat breakfast. Or perhaps we can accompany you downstairs for a stroll? Mo Xiaobai bought you a very beautiful wheelchair."

A wheelchair?

Wen Nuan subconsciously thought, "My leg isn’t broken. Is a wheelchair really necessary?"

Mo Xiaobai said, "Little Cousin-in-law, your wounds can’t be strained. You can’t get out of bed and walk around just yet. It’ll probably be three or four days before you can walk again, so it’s best to use a wheelchair for now."

"That’s right, you must be tired of lying down. We’ll push you downstairs to enjoy the flowers. The roses in the rose garden are blooming beautifully." These were the four-season roses specially cultivated by Suman and Bai Ye. Rome’s winters were warm, so roses bloomed all year round, and the entire rose garden was filled with their fragrance.

"I want to see Ye Feimo," Wen Nuan said softly.

Mo Xiaobai said, "Don’t worry, you’ll see him by noon. I’ll go get your wheelchair."

Mo Xiaobai ran to get the wheelchair. It was indeed a very beautiful wheelchair, golden and very luxurious. It felt very comfortable to sit in. Mo Xiaobai picked her up, grinning. "A princess carry!"

Wen Nuan’s mood brightened a little, and she smiled softly. The two brothers pushed her downstairs for a walk.

The Mo family castle was vast, divided into four sections. From the outside, the castle looked as magnificent and grand as a palace, and the exterior scenery was also beautiful. The two pushed her all the way to the rose garden.

The rose garden, several hundred square meters in size, was entirely naturally cultivated, with various kinds of roses blooming throughout the garden. There was a wall in the garden also covered in climbing roses. Wen Nuan was surprised to see such cultivated roses for the first time.

This place encompassed all varieties of roses: red roses, champagne roses, pink roses, white roses... also blue roses, green roses, and black roses. Upon entering the rose garden, one’s spirit instantly felt uplifted.

So beautiful.

This was the most beautiful garden she had ever seen, truly a paradise on Earth, captivating to the soul.

Within the rose garden, there was also a flower room containing several small lounge chairs, white sofas, and a set of white jade tea wares. The small cabinet in the flower room was filled with rose tea.

Mo Chen said that the flowering period for these roses was generally five years, and their vitality was extremely strong, requiring almost no maintenance, yet still blooming delicately and beautifully. Wen Nuan looked at the garden full of roses, filled with extreme envy.

Mo Xiaobai said, "Little Cousin-in-law, isn’t it beautiful?"

Wen Nuan nodded. Beautiful, incredibly beautiful, simply unbelievable.

"I’ll brew a pot of rose tea for you to taste. It has a great flavor and is good for beauty and complexion," Mo Xiaobai said, pulling Mo Chen along to brew tea. The rose garden was vast, and the roses were not densely planted together. She could push the wheelchair around the garden, but the wound on her wrist hadn’t fully healed, and it hurt with the slightest movement. So, Wen Nuan didn’t move, content to enjoy the flowers from her wheelchair.

Mo Xiaobai and Mo Chen went to brew tea, and after an unknown amount of time, no one had returned. Wen Nuan was surprised. Suddenly, she felt someone gently stroking her hair. She froze. Mo Xiaobai wouldn’t make such an intimate gesture.

Although he would verbally tease her, he had never made any inappropriate moves. Wen Nuan’s heart leaped with joy, and she quickly turned her head, indeed seeing Ye Feimo standing behind her.

"Ye Feimo..." His face was still a bit pale. He was wearing blue casual clothes, with a beige jacket over them, and a white cloth wrapped around his head. He had lost some weight, his chin was noticeably sharper, and his complexion was very poor. Though haggard, he still looked very handsome and tall, without diminishing his aristocratic aura in the slightest. His warm gaze fell upon her. Wen Nuan’s heart ached, recalling the scene of him risking his life to save her, and her chest tightened with a bitter pain. There was gratitude, but more concern. Mo Xiaobai had said she had been unconscious for several days, and he was more seriously injured than her, so he must have been in a lot of pain.

Ye Feimo rubbed her hair. "It’s beautiful here, isn’t it?"

He looked at the garden full of roses. No matter how many times he came here, the rose garden always made one linger. This was also why their family loved to stay in Rome for a short while.

It wasn’t just their family; Chu Li, Rong Yan, and Jason also loved to visit Rome, especially in spring and winter.

Wen Nuan held his hand. She wasn’t concerned with how beautiful the rose garden was now; she only wanted to know about his injuries. Ye Feimo looked down at her, his gaze soft, like a warm spring. He rarely had such a gentle gaze. "Silly Wen Nuan, it’s just superficial wounds, I’m fine."

"Nonsense! What superficial wounds? Is your head okay?" Wen Nuan asked Ye Feimo to crouch down. She didn’t believe it was just superficial wounds; the bandage was so thick.

And it was on his head.

He moved very gently, probably to avoid straining any wounds, and slowly sat on a small stone stool beside her.