The Billionaire's New Wife in Chief

Chapter 1085 - 472: Do You Want Me to Feed You Myself?

Xi Mohan walked to the bedside and placed the tray he was holding on the bedside table. He looked down at Ning Wan, who was half-sitting there, pursing his thin lips. He sensed her fear of him, and with a darkening expression, he asked his first question, "Have you had a child?"

His tone didn’t seem like a question but rather carried a hint of certainty.

Hearing Xi Mohan’s words, Ning Wan’s eyes widened immediately. She looked up at the man in front of her, a flash of panic in her eyes, and quickly lowered her gaze and said through gritted teeth, "No."

However, her heart had already leaped into her throat.

"No?" The man’s thin lips parted slightly, slowly savoring these two words, clearly unbelieving.

Ning Wan at that moment not only felt overwhelmingly flustered but also sensed a chill spreading from the soles of her feet throughout her body. She spoke hurriedly, "Yes, I really haven’t had a child. Whether you believe it or not, no means no."

"Then what’s with your abdomen?"

Ning Wan paused, not looking at the man in front of her. After thinking carefully, she quickly made up an excuse, "I wasn’t well before, appendicitis... the surgery left a scar."

Xi Mohan squinted slightly, his gaze fell on the small woman in front of him, his expression unreadable, making it impossible to discern his feelings. He merely uttered two words indifferently, "Is that so?"

Ning Wan clenched the quilt tightly, gritting her teeth but ultimately saying nothing.

However, the next second, Xi Mohan said nothing and directly addressed Ning Wan, "You’ve just woken up, your body hasn’t fully recovered, eat first."

On the tray he brought, there was a bowl of rice and two dishes.

Ning Wan glanced at the tray, but she bit her lip and didn’t move.

The man stood there, raising his eyebrows at her, his tone emotionless, "You want me to feed you personally?"

Ning Wan, "..." I’m not out of my mind.

She had eaten yesterday at noon, and after passing out yesterday afternoon until now, she hadn’t had a bite, let alone a sip of water. So now she was not only extremely hungry but also very thirsty.

She closed her eyes and opened them again. Not wanting to go against her stomach, Ning Wan lifted the quilt. But the next second, she hurriedly covered herself again, her face pale, and asked, "Where are my clothes?"

She was only wearing a man’s black shirt, and when she lifted the quilt just now, she clearly saw herself exposed.

Moreover, she realized she wasn’t wearing anything underneath, not even a bra or underwear.

For some reason, Ning Wan couldn’t be sure whether Xi Mohan had regained his memory. She knew this man hadn’t remembered her earlier.

Yes, he remembered everyone else—Ning Yan’er, others—but he didn’t remember her, Ning Wan...

Now that he had brought her back to the villa, she wasn’t sure if Xi Mohan remembered her, as he hadn’t spoken much all along, only asked one question about the ’child.’

Hearing Ning Wan’s words, Xi Mohan, unfazed, simply said indifferently, "Thrown away."

Ning Wan’s face looked very unpleasant. She bit her lip and questioned, "What gave you the right to throw away my clothes and change them for me?"

The man’s face darkened, his displeasure apparent at the woman’s questioning, leading to a somewhat harsh tone, "You sweated last night, did you expect not to change out of them?"

The eyes looking at her already showed signs of anger.

Last night she had sweated profusely, and he initially intended for the maid to help her change, but for some reason, perhaps on impulse, he ended up doing it himself.

This was definitely unprecedented in his memory.

But he couldn’t deny that this woman had a good figure, with distinct curves, and she was quite voluptuous.

Ning Wan straightened her face, unexpectedly unable to come up with a response in the moment.

The phone in the man’s pocket suddenly rang. Xi Mohan took out his phone, glanced at the caller ID, and said to Ning Wan, "Eat the food yourself. The doctor will come later to examine you. Don’t think about escaping; the villa is surrounded by bodyguards."

Saying this, he turned and walked toward the door with the phone in hand.

Watching the man turn and leave, Ning Wan heard him call out tenderly to the person on the other end of the phone, "Qing’er..."

Qing’er... it’s that actress...

Suddenly her heart ached intensely, prompting her to cover her chest where her heart was beating and watch Xi Mohan open and then close the door. Her nose stung, and tears rolled down her cheeks.

So... it turns out my heart can still hurt.

Enough is enough, this man was never meant to be hers. Before, there was Ning Yan’er, chasing after him for so many years, she was already exhausted, wounded in heart and spirit. Now there’s also Fang Qing... How could she continue self-destructing over this man?

Moreover, she was no longer just herself.

Living is better than anything else.

...

Meanwhile, at Lu Jingchen’s semi-hilltop villa, when Song Qiao received the call from Shen Yi, saying Ning Wan had been taken by Xi Mohan, she was so shocked that she stood up immediately, the chair scraping against the floor with a sharp sound.

Last night, Shen Yi had also checked the surveillance, knowing that Xi Mohan had taken Ning Wan away. He had sent people to search all night, yet didn’t know where Xi Mohan had taken Ning Wan, prompting him to call Song Qiao to ask Lu Jingchen.

After all, Lu Jingchen and Xi Mohan were good brothers; surely he knew where Xi Mohan was.

Though Shen Yi had a good relationship with Lu Jingchen, he wasn’t very familiar with Xi Mohan, as Xi Mohan was difficult to deal with and they had no business interactions, so there had been little contact.

Lu Wangshu, holding a sandwich in hand, was so startled by Song Qiao’s reaction that he almost dropped it. He looked up at Song Qiao, his small mouth moved, and finally he asked, "Mom... what’s wrong?"

Song Qiao looked down at her son, trying her best to pull a smile, taking a deep breath before speaking to Lu Wangshu, "Mommy is fine. You finish your breakfast first; Mommy and Daddy will take you to school soon."

The little one immediately nodded obediently.

And Song Qiao, holding the phone, walked toward the second floor, speaking to Shen Yi on the other end, "Hold on for a moment, I’ll go ask Jingchen."