Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love

Chapter 435 - 217. Does Lu Yao know Yu Qinglu?

The originally boisterous Xu Moyi stiffened entirely, losing strength in her hands. The large golden retriever, Barton, who was half a person’s height, suddenly pressed down, its forepaws landing on her chest."Hiss!" Xu Moyi inhaled sharply in pain.

Geez, you sure know how to pick your spots!

Standing nearby, Xiao Ran quickly reacted, pulling the still-excited Barton off her and helping her up from the sofa.

His concern was evident in his expression, "Did it step on something important?"

The living room was heated, and she was only wearing a thin sweater, so Barton’s paw must have hurt quite a bit.

In such an awkward spot, no matter how thick-skinned Xu Moyi was, she was too embarrassed to say so in front of him, nor could she rub it; she could only grit her teeth and endure the pain.

She forced a dry laugh, "No, nothing happened, Barton didn’t step on me."

Her face was pale, and Xiao Ran couldn’t tell if it was because of what Mu Jinhuan had said, or because of the pain.

His eyes deepened a bit, and he gently cooed, "Shall we go to the hospital to take a look? Is that okay?"

Go to the hospital?

No way!

If the doctor asked what’s wrong, should she say she got stepped on the chest by a dog? No way! That would be mortifying.

"It only stepped on my shoulder, it’ll stop hurting in a bit, no need to go to the hospital."

Unconvinced, Xiao Ran got up to grab the down jacket Xu Moyi had tossed on the opposite sofa and draped it over her shoulders, "It’s always safer to go, and if dinner’s not over by then, I’ll bring you back."

It was Xiao Ran’s patience and thoughtfulness that convinced Xu Moyi to try liking him. Compared to a marriage built on benefits, having a bit of feelings would surely be better.

But what originally attracted her now felt a bit annoying, she couldn’t explain why, "Anyway, I’m not going. If you want to go, go yourself."

After saying this, she suddenly realized her tone was somewhat excessive, and hurriedly explained, "Sorry, Xiao Ran, I didn’t mean it like that, don’t be mad, I just..."

"It’s okay," Xiao Ran’s initially tense hand relaxed, reaching out to pat her head, his eyes gentle as always, "Then we won’t go to the hospital, but if it keeps hurting, let me know, okay?"

The more he acted like this, the worse Xu Moyi felt, wishing she could bite her tongue off.

"Really, it doesn’t hurt anymore," trying to appease him, she offered, "Are you thirsty? I’ll make you some tea."

Xiao Ran took the coat that had slipped down Moyi’s back and set it aside, smiling, "Okay."

Xu Moyi slipped on her slippers and bounced towards the dining room, with Barton happily trotting after her, but having just been stepped on the chest, she ignored it, "Move aside, even if your tail breaks, I won’t play with you anymore."

Everyone acted like nothing had happened, except for Lu Yao, who watched with quiet amusement.

If you gave her some cookies and a cup of coffee, she’d probably watch this like a movie.

The tea box was right next to the teacups, but Xu Moyi took a full two minutes to find it on the shelf. Both aunties were busy cooking, and she was idle anyway, so she made a cup for everyone.

Rinsing the cups, grabbing the tea leaves, pouring hot water.

Apart from the kids, eight people meant eight cups of tea, and by the end, she was pretty much working mechanically.

Her eyes began to lose focus, her gaze landed on the rim of the cup, but she wasn’t looking at the liquid, as if merely finding a place to settle her eyes.

With her back to the living room, the noise from Qingqing and Jiashu was muffled by the wall, and with downcast eyes, she poured water into each teacup, showing no sign she was spacing out.

Huo Yihan’s dad has a temper where he’d point a gun at you with just a disagreement, asking you if you wanted to die. Mom said Mr. Xu had suffered from him when he was young, and even after decades, mentioning it would send him into a rage.

Huo Yihan managed to have two ribs broken, his opponent surely didn’t go easy.

What’s he trying to do...

By the time she got to the last cup, Xu Moyi had completely spaced out, forgetting she still held the kettle, not moving an inch.

As the hot water was about to overflow the cup’s rim, Nan Wan walked over and gently said two words, "It’s full."

Xu Moyi snapped back to reality, hurriedly stopping and putting the kettle down.

Patting her chest, she grumbled, "Sis, why do you walk so quietly, you scared me to death."

"I’ve been here since you came in," Nan Wan pulled out two paper towels, calmly wiping away the water marks on the table, looking up at her with a glance, "Just two broken ribs, it won’t kill him."

Huo Yihan’s ’self-injury tactic’ seems to have worked pretty well.