Super Sweet, 100\% Honeymoon-Chapter 607: Mr. Ling’s Whereabouts (3)

Heh.

Qianmo’s lips curled slightly as she helped Susan onto the hospital bed.

Sorry, Xiyan. Ms. Susan is my ally.

You can’t take her away.

Nor can you change anything.

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Zhiyun lay unconscious on the hospital bed.

Ou Mama and Ou Grandma had already left to continue verifying Susan’s involvement with the ring of true love.

Xiyan felt a stifling discomfort inside—she felt sorry for her mother.

And so angry.

Angry that Susan stole what originally belonged to her mother.

Even angrier at Qianmo and her arrogant, triumphant demeanor.

Ou Jue hadn’t left the room. Holding a glass cup, he stepped forward and handed it to Xiyan. "Drink some water."

Xiyan turned her head away. "I don’t want any."

His dark eyes settled on Xiyan’s dry lips. Without a word, he drank a mouthful of water, then grabbed her chin and leaned in, pressing his lips against hers.

He transferred all the water to her.

"Mmh..."

The cool water, mingled with his distinctive taste, was forcibly passed into her mouth.

She swallowed it in one gulp, soothing her parched throat.

When he seemed ready to take another mouthful to give to her, Xiyan quickly snatched the glass from him. "I... I’ll drink it myself."

"Good girl." Ou Jue ruffled Xiyan’s hair, then sat beside her, naturally pulling her onto his lap.

Xiyan gulped down the water, lowered her lashes, and rested her head against Ou Jue’s chest, murmuring softly, "Eighteen years. We missed eighteen years because of a misunderstanding. Do you know how many eighteen years a person has in a lifetime?"

Ou Jue didn’t respond, but the arm wrapped around her waist tightened slightly.

"Will Mr. Ling come back?"

A large hand moved to Xiyan’s tousled hair, pressing her closer to his heart. Ou Jue’s lips parted slightly. "He will."

A low, gravelly voice.

One resolute word.

Coming from Ou Jue, it carried a kind of inexplicable conviction, as if imbued with the power to make people trust him.

Somehow, her heart felt comforted.

"What about us?" Xiyan suddenly lifted her luminous dark eyes. "What if we were separated for so long? What would you do?"

"We won’t be separated."

"I mean, what if."

"There’s no such ’what if.’" Ou Jue leaned closer to Xiyan. "Don’t let your mind wander with all this nonsense. Got it?"

"But who can predict the future?" Xiyan sounded a bit dispirited as she drew circles on Ou Jue’s chest with her fingertip. "Like Mr. Ling and my mom. They truly loved each other, yet back then, neither of them foresaw that one day, Susan would come between them and tear them apart for eighteen years..."

"I’m not like Mr. Ling." Ou Jue’s grip around her was firm. "You’re mine. You’ll always be mine. Even if you run to the ends of the earth, I’ll chase you down and bring you back!"

Just then, there was a light knock at the door to the hospital room.

They looked up and saw Qianmo walk in. Her gaze immediately landed on Xiyan, who was sitting intimately on Ou Jue’s lap, legs straddling him.

That intimate posture stung Qianmo’s eyes.

Why was Brother Ou Jue staying with Xiyan and her mother?

The ring of true love clearly belonged to Ms. Susan.

Ms. Susan was Mr. Ling’s true love.

Why couldn’t Brother Ou Jue see sense!

As soon as she saw Qianmo, Xiyan’s face darkened instantly. "What are you here for?"

Qianmo trembled, looking like a startled little bunny as she softly said, "I... I came to check on Aunt Xia."

Ha, what a joke.

Earlier she was sniping at my mom, and now she says she came to see her?

Pretending to care—as if!