She Lost Memory Before the Divorce-Chapter 17 - 00 I Will Treat You Well in the Future
Chapter 17: Chapter 0017 I Will Treat You Well in the Future
“Mr. Huo, are you okay?”
Jian An’s tone was concerned as she put down the materials in her hand and stood up to pour a glass of water for Huo Tingxiao.
“It’s nothing.”
Huo Tingxiao said this, but his mind was consumed by a woman who couldn’t see sense.
Every time he remembered that infuriatingly pouty mouth, he felt both love and hate.
It was his first business trip preoccupied with dual concerns—not only did he have to think about work, but also about her, the little ungrateful one.
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He wondered if this was retribution. Previously, when she clung to him persistently, he hadn’t taken it seriously; truly, what goes around comes around.
“Shorten the schedule.”
Jian An was stunned; the current schedule was already packed. He wasn’t a machine; how could he keep going without a break? His body wouldn’t be able to take it.
“But Mr. Huo…”
“Don’t make me repeat myself.”
Huo Tingxiao didn’t even lift his eyelids, but his tone was cold and oppressive enough.
“Okay, I understand.”
The originally seven-day schedule was harshly compressed into three days, leaving Huo Tingxiao both exhausted and agitated.
Even an iron man would find this pace unbearable.
When he returned home late at night and entered the house, he collapsed, startling Mu Lan.
“Hey, what’s wrong with you?”
The person in her arms had his eyes closed and was breathing heavily, unable to utter a complete sentence.
He was too tired, and the familiar scent in his arms was too comforting; he needed a good sleep and soon fell into a deep slumber.
Mu Lan reached out to touch his forehead, which was hot enough to fry pancakes on.
Fortunately, He Yan was there to help, and it took a while for the two of them to move this tall figure upstairs to the bedroom.
After such exertion, Mu Lan was covered in sweat.
Huo Tingxiao lay on the bed, his breathing both rapid and shallow.
He Yan, anxious, phoned Shen Zichu, and soon he arrived with his medical kit.
Upon checking his temperature, wow, he had a high fever of 39 degrees, so they promptly gave him a shot to reduce the fever.
“This guy, strong as a bull, has actually fallen sick.”
He Yan, who had been silent, couldn’t help but interject.
“Originally, this business trip was scheduled for seven days, but Mr. Huo, eager to return early, worked tirelessly around the clock, reducing the trip to just three days.”
Mu Lan looked up and met He Yan’s earnest gaze, involuntarily averting her eyes.
Why was he looking at her like that, as though Huo Tingxiao had pushed himself to the limit just for her?
Please, she hadn’t asked him to rush back, right? She didn’t want to carry this burden.
“Doctor, he’ll be okay, right?”
Doctor? Shen Zichu looked up and saw Mu Lan in front of him, his eyes twinkling with amusement; apparently, she really had lost her memory.
“Sister-in-law, calling me that feels a bit awkward.”
“Um… you are?”
“Shen Zichu, just call me Zichu.”
“Maybe… maybe I should still call you Dr. Shen.”
Seeing her discomfort, Shen Zichu didn’t push her further.
“Well… it’s hard to say about Tingxiao’s situation right now.”
In reality, it was just a common cold, but Shen Zichu, feeling a bit mischievous, decided to play it deep to see Mu Lan’s reaction.
“Hard to say? Maybe we should take him to the hospital for a thorough check, then.”
Mu Lan panicked. Right now, Huo Tingxiao was her major support; if anything happened to him, what would she do?
“It’s not so serious that we need to do that, but let’s observe him for now. If the fever doesn’t subside soon, we might have to cool him down physically. Here are some medicines, make sure he eats something after waking up before taking them.”
Shen Zichu explained every point carefully, and Mu Lan remembered each one meticulously, fearing she would miss something.
All night, Mu Lan stayed by Huo Tingxiao’s side, checking his temperature every hour. It was not until his temperature normalized that she succumbed to sleepiness and fell asleep instantly.
When Huo Tingxiao woke up the next day, he felt a warm softness in his arms.
Looking down, wasn’t it the very person he had been yearning for day and night?
His head was still somewhat groggy. He hugged the person in his arms tighter and closed his eyes, falling back into a deep sleep.
When he opened his eyes again, he was the only one left on the large bed. He reached out his hand only to grab the empty blanket, which jolted him completely awake.
The door was pushed open, and Mu Lan walked in carrying well-cooked rice porridge and some refreshing side dishes.
“You’re awake.”
The enticing aroma made Huo Tingxiao subconsciously swallow.
Mu Lan placed the food on the bedside table and handed him a glass of water first.
“You had a fever yesterday, but fortunately, Dr. Shen came and gave you an injection to reduce the fever.
How do you feel, any better?”
Huo Tingxiao didn’t speak. As he took the glass of water, his fingers unintentionally touched Mu Lan’s. He instinctively retracted his fingers, a ripple of emotion spreading from the bottom of his heart.
He fixated on Mu Lan’s busy figure and gulped down a big mouthful of water, which soothed his smoking throat somewhat.
“Was it you who removed my clothes?”
The first question he asked made Mu Lan almost choke on her saliva.
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“Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t mean to take advantage of you.”
“No need to pretend.”
What was she pretending? Mu Lan felt like everyone loved to falsely accuse her.
“While I was away these days, how did your work go?”
Actually, he wanted to ask if she had missed him.
But Huo Tingxiao, being a proud man, would never utter such words himself.
“It went well. I nearly finished all the tasks Secretary Jian left for me, and I’m getting quite familiar with the software now.
Anyway, as a low-level worker in the secretary’s office, my work isn’t complex.”
Hearing her detailed explanation, Huo Tingxiao was displeased and asked about her work for real.
Is this woman really naive or just pretending to be?
Suddenly he felt the atmosphere around him was oddly off, but Mu Lan couldn’t pinpoint why.
“Have some food first, here, clay pot congee.”
“Did you cook this?”
His tone subtly hopeful, yet he pretended to be indifferent and unconcerned.
“How could I do that? I loathe the smell of kitchen smoke the most. It’s made by Auntie Li.”
The words Mu Lan blurted out inadvertently made Huo Tingxiao’s expression become complex.
He never knew Mu Lan disliked cooking because, over the past few years, every time he came home, he ate dishes she cooked.
Once again thinking of past ingratitude, Huo Tingxiao felt a heaviness in his chest.
“What’s wrong? Don’t tell me you are feverish again.”
Seeing him staring blankly at the food, Mu Lan instinctively reached out to touch Huo Tingxiao’s forehead.
“No, I’m not…”
The moment she intended to withdraw her hand, Huo Tingxiao suddenly grasped her wrist. Due to the inertia, she ended up sitting on the bed, so close she could feel his breath.
Mu Lan was startled by his movement, her clear eyes staring at him blankly, unsure how to react.
What’s going on, is he confused from the fever? Why is he looking at her like this?
“Mu Lan, I will treat you well in the future.”
The unexpected declaration of love dumbfounded Mu Lan.
