One and Only: Doting CEO's Infinite Love-Chapter 699 - 697: His Appearance

Suddenly, it was followed by the man’s hearty laughter—

His smile was incredibly captivating, almost magically ensnaring all of Yuan Yumeng’s attention.

Feeling her own lapse, she quickly grabbed the food from his hand, "It’s temporary though."

Huo Junting’s expression suddenly stiffened, looking down at her, only to see her happily eating, "Really not leaving?"

"Yes, but it depends on your performance later." Yuan Yumeng was definitely someone who would take the opportunity to bargain.

Huo Junting was overjoyed, like a young man who finally won the girl he admired, "Don’t worry, don’t worry, I will definitely behave well in the future. What else do you want to eat? I’ll get it for you. Whatever you want to eat in the future is fine, I’ll cover your food for the next few decades."

Yuan Yumeng smiled at him, "Okay."

At this moment, the sunlight was bright outside the cabin, and time seemed serene inside the cabin.

...

But, often it is sun on the east and rain on the west.

At the Jiang Family in Qingcheng City, Jiang Yixiu was furious over Mu Qingxin’s sudden illness, and the target of his anger was none other than Luo Yan.

Luo Yan looked innocent, her gaze occasionally glancing at Old Madam Jiang beside her, beginning to explain, "It’s really not my fault; it’s Sister Qingxin who said she was fine, so I didn’t go to help. But who knew she would suddenly fall ill, maybe Sister Qingxin is just that delicate! Not like us who are used to being ordered around and can endure hardships."

Jiang Yixiu ruffled his slightly messy hair, waving his hand, "Alright, alright, I didn’t say anything about you. Don’t cry. If she’s sick, so be it. It’s normal to catch a cold and fever; it’s not a terminal illness that can’t be cured. I spoke impulsively just now, Luo Yan, don’t take it to heart."

"Okay." Luo Yan’s eyes brimmed with tears, "I won’t, I know that Sister Qingxin is different to Mr. Jiang, so it’s normal for you to be angry at me."

Jiang Yixiu didn’t know what was wrong with him; Mu Qingxin only had a slight fever, yet he was so unsettled and distracted.

Old Madam Jiang sat there, her expression gradually growing colder. How could a mother not understand what her son was thinking?

He said he wouldn’t care about that woman, but what was the reality?

Every time something related to that woman came up, his emotions were beyond his control, just like when he heard she was sick, he started throwing a tantrum without distinguishing right from wrong, first scolding Luo Yan.

It seems that this woman really isn’t suitable to stay in the Jiang Family, she must leave!

"Mom, go back to your room and rest well. Earlier, I was wrong, I have already apologized to Luo Yan."

Seeing Old Madam Jiang’s expression was off, Jiang Yixiu immediately softened his tone, only he knew in his heart the reason for conceding first was...

Sigh! He also hated this about himself.

Old Madam Jiang snorted coldly a few times, "You think everything’s fine just because you apologize? Have you cared about Luo Yan’s feelings during this time? Do you know she often cries in secret? Not cherishing a good girl, but preferring that jinx. Jiang Yixiu, you’ve truly disappointed me."

Luo Yan was initially holding back her grievances, but now hearing Old Madam Jiang say this, she couldn’t control the sour feeling in her heart.

Even though she knew the disparity between herself and Jiang Yixiu, she wasn’t worthy of him, yet she still harbored some hopes.

"Old Madam, please don’t say anymore, Mr. Jiang already told me he will treat me as a sister."

Old Madam Jiang felt sorry for this young girl; she wasn’t a rigid traditionalist who insisted on equal social standing, as long as she was kind-hearted, diligent, and filial to the elderly, it was fine.

Besides, she also understood Luo Yan’s background, which made her feel more tender towards her, thinking she had it quite tough.

The little girl, isolated and helpless, now could only rely on the Jiang Family; the Jiang Family was her home now.

Old Madam Jiang sighed, "See how sensible Luo Yan is, much more sensible than you. Luo Yan, if someone gives you a hard time, I won’t. Come with me for some tea."

"...Okay." Luo Yan glanced at Jiang Yixiu and then left with Old Madam Jiang.

She knew that once they left, he would definitely go see Mu Qingxin.

Perhaps, Mu Qingxin really shouldn’t be staying here, she should leave.

But, would Jiang Yixiu agree?

...

Jiang Yixiu watched them leave, also seeing Luo Yan’s last look of grievance, but none of it was enough to stop him from visiting another person.

The woman he loathed to the bone, yet couldn’t erase from his heart!

She now resided in the maid’s room, three to a room, with basic and even somewhat crude facilities.

When Jiang Yixiu entered, there were two maids sitting on their respective bed edges, cracking seeds, and chatting, while the person lying on the bed near the window occasionally coughed—

The two maids were too engrossed in cracking seeds to notice the man standing at the doorway, continuing to chat carelessly.

"Coughing like that! It’s just a cold and fever, thinking she’s some rich young lady! So delicate and expensive. Hmph, other than having a slightly prettier appearance, she’s just like us."

"Hey! At least she’s still here! Can you shut your mouth? What if she reports you for gossiping?"

"What am I afraid of! Old Madam doesn’t like her, although it seems Mr. Jiang is in charge here, he’s very filial! Listens to everything Old Madam says."

"True, I think that Miss Luo Yan might soon ascend, look how much Old Madam is fond of her, takes her everywhere!"

"That’s because Miss Luo Yan is well-behaved and sensible, doesn’t act superior because of Old Madam’s favor, see how she helps us with work whenever she can, such a good and diligent person, and also pretty."

"..."

"Isn’t that right? Unlike the one behind you, always with that superior air."

Mu Qingxin’s fevered mind was muddled, but every sentence of gossip occasionally rang in her ears. She came here to atone, so she could endure any words spoken.

She, Mu Qingxin, had lived a wanton life, and now was paying for it—it was what she deserved, so she wouldn’t retort, only murmuring, "Please, sisters don’t be mad... let me rest a little while more, and I’ll... get up to work."

"Don’t worry, I won’t let you do more."

"Oh, we can’t take it entrusted to us, even if you don’t get up, we also have to do the work! Who told you to be so delicate, while we are just with old skin!"

Mu Qingxin coughed until she tasted blood in her throat. She lifted the covers, struggling to get up from the bed. After a period of hardship, even the most beautiful person seemed withered—

She had forgotten how long it had been since she used skincare products, merely smearing soap on her face when washing, lacking both the mind and time to groom herself, wanting only to collapse into bed after work each day.

Several times, she was exhausted enough to forget to bathe.

In the eyes of the other two maids, she was just being precious and pretentious, so even when they saw her dragging her sick body up, they didn’t show any sympathy, continuing to mutter and curse under their breath.

Mu Qingxin walked to the door, raised her eyes, and saw the man standing there in a well-fitted suit, his eyes dark as ink, expression somber—