?Chapter 417: Chapter 417: Missing Your Wife Again?   Chapter 417: Chapter 417: Missing Your Wife Again?                                   In the VIP hospital room.


    Jiang Pen leaned on the hospital bed, silently shedding tears, her psychological state was very poor.


    The door to the ward was pushed open, and Simon walked in; Jiang Pen quickly wiped away her tears, not wanting to be seen.


    Simon looked at her, “Aunt Lan, don’t take what she said too seriously, she’s just angry right now.”


    “How can I not take it seriously? She’s right; we’ve been forcing her to do things she doesn’t like to do…”


    Simon frowned slightly, “That’s because she doesn’t know how to n her own life.”


    Jiang Pen stared at Simon and asked directly, “Simon, do you remember when Ruoxin attempted suicide two years ago? I remember it was the first time I saw you so panicked. Tell me, what were you thinking on the way to the hospital while holding her unconscious body?”


    At that moment, not only was Jiang Pen frightened, but everyone was, including Simon.


    He looked down at the floor and uttered one word, “Scared.”


    “Scared that she would die?”


    “Yeah.”


    But Jiang Penughed, “I was even crueler than you; I was afraid she would die too, and my first thought was, if she died, who would inherit the Lawrence family? Ha… Mrs. Mo was right; I’m not fit to be a parent.”


    Simon, “Aunt Lan! Don’t say that!”


    The man clenched his fists and turned away, closing his eyes. The image of Qiao Ruoxin’s suicide attempt two years ago involuntarily surfaced in his mind.


    It was probably the most disheveled night of his life, running out of the vi area in his robe, holding the unconscious Qiao Ruoxin, bloodstains all over him.


    Not knowing what to do, every second fearing that Qiao Ruoxin would die just like that.


    On the way to the hospital, he held Qiao Ruoxin the entire time, gently trying to wake her, making sure she didn’t fall asleep.


    Regrettably, all Qiao Ruoxin mumbled on the way was another man’s name: Brother Mo Chen…


    …


    As evening came, night fell.


    Qiao Ruoxin was really bored staying in the manor, eating and sleeping during the day, just like a pig.


    She also had to attend prenatal sses with Mrs. Mo, not listening to a single word, her mind wandering the entire time.


    Finally, it was evening, sitting in the living room, Mrs. Mo had the nanny cut a te of fruit for her, a daily mandate that had to be finished.


    But now, the sight of food made Qiao Ruoxin want to vomit!


    Mrs. Mo, “This is the daily amount, not too much, you must finish it, understand?”


    She smiled awkwardly, “Yeah, I got it.”


    Mrs. Mo couldn’t resist nagging a bit more, “You’re getting plenty of nutrition every day, yet you still have low blood sugar, what’s wrong with you girl…”


    While eating the fruit, Qiao Ruoxin took out her phone, dialed Mo Chen’s number, then quickly hung up.


    All she hoped for now was that Mo Chen would understand her plea and take her out for a stroll; staying with Mrs. Mo all day was too oppressive, having to maintain the posture of a pampered heiress at all moments.


    After five seconds, the phone indeed rang.


    A glint of brightness appeared in Qiao Ruoxin’s eyes; it seemed this damn guy still understood her well.


    She quickly picked up the phone and put it to her ear, “Hello? Brother Mo Chen! What’s up?”


    The man on the other end of the phone chuckled low, as if he had seen right through her little scheme, his voice indulgent and deep, “Want toe out?”


    Qiao Ruoxin pretended to be innocent, “Ah? What? You want to take me out? But I can’t, I’m here eating fruit with Mrs. Mo, and I’m pregnant now, can’t just wander around.”


    Mrs. Mo, sitting on the sofa nearby, frowned upon hearing her words.


    The man on the other end of the phone, Mo Chen,ughed indulgently, “Little Ghost, you do have good acting skills. Pass the phone to my mom; I’ll talk to her.”


    Qiao Ruoxin’s face showed difficulty, “That doesn’t seem right. I should just stay here and wait for you toe back, don’t…”


    Mrs. Mo finally couldn’t stand it anymore and reached out her hand, “Give me the phone, I’ll talk to him.”


    Qiao Ruoxin had no choice but to hand over the phone.


    Mrs. Mo took the phone, her expression stern, “Mo Chen, Ruoxin is pregnant now, What are you nning to do with her sote at night?”


    What Mo Chen said on the phone was unclear, but Mrs. Mo’s expression gradually softened, “Alright, you can take her out for a short stroll but be back before nine, don’t forget to have dinner with her, she hasn’t finished her fruit.”


    Then, Mrs. Mo hung up the phone.


    Qiao Ruoxin stared intently at Mrs. Mo, thetter’s change of attitude was too fast.


    “Mo Chen wants to take you out to clear your mind. Have the driver take you over, and don’t forget to have dinner. Be back early.”


    After speaking, Mrs. Mo stood up and left the living room.


    “Thank you, Mrs. Mo!”


    She said thank you to Mrs. Mo’s retreating figure, then couldn’t help but smile, it seemed that only with Mo Chen’s interference was she able to go out and have fun.


    …


    At this moment, Mo Chen was at a banquet, a smile curling up at the corner of his mouth after hanging up the phone.


    That Little Ghost must be going crazy after being cooped up at home for a few days.


    Suddenly, Gu Mocheng’s mocking voice came from behind, “Missing your wife again?”


    Mo Chen nced back over his shoulder, “None of your damn business!”


    “Now that it’s legal, it really is different. You’re radiating the vibe of somebody else’s husband.” Gu Mocheng cradled a champagne flute, his gaze sweeping up and down Mo Chen.


    Mo Chen let out a scornful chuckle, “And you’re emanating the aura of a single dog all over. Has it not suffocated you yet?”


    With those words, he turned around and walked toward the exit of the banquet hall to pick up Qiao Ruoxin.


    Gu Mocheng cursed a dirty word under his breath as he watched his back, “Fuck…”


    Idly surveying the room, Gu Mocheng’s gaze fixed on the center of the banquet as he sipped his drink, a smile spreading across his lips.


    A glint of light passed through his dark eyes.


    Right at the center of the banquet, Mo Zhizi was elegant in a white fairy gown, mingling in conversation with other socialites.


    She had been there for half an hour already, how had he only just noticed Mo Zhizi?


    “I really must be going blindtely,” he murmured to himself.


    Gu Mocheng set down his champagne flute and strode towards Mo Zhizi.


    …


    Outside the hotel.


    The driver drove Qiao Ruoxin to the hotel entrance. The moment the car door opened, she saw Mo Chen standing there.


    It had to be said, Mo Chen was always dazzling in a crowd.


    Mo Chen, dressed in a ck suit, approached the car and embraced her shoulders, leading her into the hotel.


    “Wearing so little, aren’t you cold?” The man looked down at her thin clothing.


    Qiao Ruoxin looked up, her eyes smiling, “I have you. If I get cold, I’ll just wear your jacket.”


    The man snorted withughter, didn’t say anything more, but patted her head. Her soft hair was veryforting.


    “What do you want to eatter?”


    “I want noodles.”


    “Good, I’ll take you.”