CHAPTER 284: LINGERING WORRIES

Ye Feimo woke up with a splitting headache. The pain in his back was nothing compared to the agony in his head. The dizziness was severe, which Robert and Ferra attributed to the lingering effects of a severe concussion, assuring him it would pass in a few days.

Mo Xiaobai had eagerly hoped that Ye Feimo would turn into a simpleton, but alas, Ye Feimo was an unkillable cockroach, incredibly resilient. Apart from weakness and a slight dizziness, everything else was fine. There was no sign of the simpleton Mo Xiaobai had wished for.

Mo Xiaobai was deeply disappointed.

Wen Nuan was overjoyed to finally see him awake. Wen Nuan had stayed by his side for two days, just waiting for him to open his eyes, afraid he might have some lingering after-effects. However, Robert and Ferra both assured her there were no problems and he would recover quickly.

Wen Nuan’s external injuries healed faster than Ye Feimo’s. The wounds on her legs and hands were slowly closing, though it would take over a month for the scars to completely disappear. She wasn’t worried. The shoulder injury, as long as it wasn’t strained, was only mildly painful and not a big concern.

Mo Chen brought a bowl of white porridge. Ye Feimo looked down at it, frowning at Mo Chen. "What is this?"

"Robert said you can only have white porridge," Mo Chen said with a smile. Mo Xiaobai raised his hand as a witness. "Little Cousin, I swear it’s true! Handsome Robert’s medical skills are superb; you should follow the doctor’s orders."

Wen Nuan looked at the white porridge. It was cooked to a mush, plain white, with nothing in it. No wonder Ye Feimo was annoyed. For an extremely hungry person, being given a bowl of plain white porridge was indeed excessive.

Especially since Ye Feimo was also a picky eater.

This problem became even more serious.

"No!" Ye Feimo turned his head away. Pigs wouldn’t even eat this; it had no flavor at all.

Mo Chen said, "Little Cousin, your stomach isn’t good, and it’s been empty for so many days. Are you sure your delicate stomach can handle this white porridge? If you can’t even handle this, do you still dream of eating something else?"

Mo Xiaobai also said, "Little Cousin, little brother specially cooked this; it smells very good."

"What did he put in it?" Ye Feimo asked suspiciously, suddenly feeling that this white porridge was extremely unreliable. Wen Nuan’s porridge seemed more trustworthy, but he glanced at Wen Nuan’s wrist and remained silent.

"Nothing at all! To ensure the purest taste of the rice, I really didn’t put anything in it. Just drink it with peace of mind. If you don’t drink it, Xiaobai will personally cook it for you, and then it might be even more undrinkable," Mo Chen said, refined and gentle, very innocent.

Wen Nuan took the bowl, smiling apologetically. "Mo Chen, Xiaobai, I’ll do it."

Mo Chen spread his hands, showing no objection. Ye Feimo looked at them, and Mo Xiaobai and Mo Chen also looked at him. They stared at each other. Ye Feimo glanced at the door, motioning for them to leave.

Mo Xiaobai seemed to pretend not to understand. Mo Chen pursed his lips in a smile, refusing to leave.

Ye Feimo frowned. Wen Nuan looked at the brothers. Why were their interactions so disharmonious? "Why don’t you two go out first? The porridge will get cold."

Mo Xiaobai still wanted to see Ye Feimo being fed. Ye Feimo smiled expressionlessly. Mo Xiaobai always felt that his little cousin’s expression was the most difficult move.

"Mo Xiaobai, why aren’t you getting out while I can’t get out of bed? Don’t think I’m letting you off for what happened to Wen Nuan."

Mo Xiaobai’s lips curved into a smile, and he looked at Wen Nuan charmingly. Wen Nuan teared up. Mo Xiaobai said with a smile, "Little Cousin-in-law said she’ll protect me, Little Cousin. You can’t beat up her idol."

Ye Feimo turned his head and stared coldly at Wen Nuan. She fell silent. These two Buddhas were truly... "Mo Chen, Xiaobai, you really should leave. If you don’t, I won’t guarantee you won’t get a beating."

Mo Chen knew when to quit. Ye Feimo absolutely didn’t want anyone to see him being fed porridge by Wen Nuan. This time, the two brothers were more straightforward and left gracefully.

Wen Nuan blew on the white porridge. Ye Feimo said, "Stay away from Xiaobai in the future."

He would definitely lead Wen Nuan astray.

Ye Feimo began to seriously consider whether or not to let Mo Xiaobai and Wen Nuan star in "Liang Hongyu." A film crew would spend several months together, constantly interacting. His little rabbit would surely turn into a big bad wolf.

Dangerous.

"Doctor Robert said your stomach isn’t good, and you can’t eat anything else for the next few days, only white porridge and pureed apple. Just bear with it," Wen Nuan scooped a spoonful of porridge, blew on it to cool it, and brought it to his lips.

Ye Feimo looked at it with disdain but said nothing and lowered his head to drink.

Mo Chen’s porridge had a lot of technical skill. It wasn’t too unappetizing. He had added a tiny bit of salt for flavor, and Ye Feimo finally wasn’t too disgusted.

"How’s the wound on your shoulder?" he asked in a deep voice. From unconsciousness to waking up, then to unconsciousness again, it was only about an hour. He saw she looked well and knew her body should be fine, but it was her first gunshot wound, and he worried she might have a trauma from it.

"It’s nothing serious. As long as I don’t move too much, it won’t pull the wound," Wen Nuan said with a slight smile. It wasn’t as serious as his injuries. He had lost so much weight, and Wen Nuan felt very distressed seeing him.

Once he recovered a bit, she would definitely make sure he regained his weight. He wasn’t very robust to begin with, and this weight loss made him look even more gaunt.

"Although my arm, thigh, and back were all injured this time, and it looks terrible, it’s actually fine. Wushuang gave me an ointment that’s supposed to remove scars, so it seems I won’t need plastic surgery. Besides my shoulder, they’re all just superficial wounds, not as serious as yours. So don’t worry about me. You focus on recovering. Once you’re better, we..." Wen Nuan almost said "go home," but then she remembered what she had said to Ye Feimo that day, and her face flushed.

She had said to get married.

But Ye Feimo didn’t seem to have heard. Should she say it again now? Wouldn’t that be like her proposing? How shameless! She had been so brave that day, but now she felt a little hesitant again.

She realized she truly needed some kind of stimulation to make decisive choices. When things quieted down, she would overthink, and many things would become uncertain.

Should she tell him to get married?

Wen Nuan thought about Ye Feimo’s reaction; he would surely be happy.

Ye Feimo didn’t notice Wen Nuan’s struggle. His mind was on something else entirely. This time, John had dared to kidnap Wen Nuan, and he would absolutely not let him off the hook.

"Did Xiaobai tell you about John’s situation? How was it handled?" Ye Feimo asked in a deep voice, a sinister glint flashing in his sharp eyes, like a cold light cutting through the night sky, eerie and dangerous.