Chapter 114: I love you, I will love only you in this life

Xuan Qing lifted his eyes, and as if by accident, his gaze collided with Su Mo's.

The surprise in Su Mo's eyes did not escape his notice.

【No way, the eldest miss and second miss want Xuan Qing to bring me medicine? What a joke! This kind of iceberg, getting along with him is so exhausting!!】

Su Mo opened her mouth to say something.

Just then Xiao Jiu, who loved to join in the fun, chimed in again: 'Host, Xuan Qing is perfect! At a glance he seems uninterested in you; if it were someone else, you might have to spend effort dealing with them, what a hassle. Or are you actually really wanting to pick a suitor??'

"..."

Su Mo froze for a moment, 'Are you sick? Playing this goad tactic with me? I don't want him to send anything; I don't want to see that iceberg face of his! Nor do I want to hear him lecture me!!!'

Mo Xiao and Fei Yan, hearing Su Mo's thoughts, couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

Mo Xiao was about to speak when he heard Xuan Qing's clear, cold voice say: 'It's not a bother; I'm indeed an idle person.'

Upon hearing that, Jin Yan behind Xuan Qing almost dropped his jaw.

Xuan Shuang, upon hearing it, laughed and said: 'Then it's settled! If Miss Su finds him bothersome, just send him back anytime!'

Su Mo: "..."

【Crazy... forget it, let them be happy! That iceberg won't last a few days.】

The matter was thus settled; Su Mo sat a while, then made an excuse and left.

Fei Yan and Mo Xiao also followed him out,

Su Mo had just entered the room when Yue Ying arrived.

Seeing Mo Xiao and Fei Yan's looks were off, he asked a few questions,

This question also angered him.

"This second miss, how can she be so unreasonable!"

Fei Yan said calmly, 'The Dao rises a foot, the demon rises ten feet.'

If Xuan Shuang were to say, to stuff a beast husband for the wife master, the wife master would surely refuse outright.

But now, using the excuse of delivering medicine, making people run to the North Wing every few days, it's not easy to refuse directly, and one also incurs a debt of favor.

"Never mind, never mind! We'll find an excuse later to send them back." Yue Ying shook her fan and asked, 'Who will accompany the wife master tonight?'

"Me."

Mo Xiao had just finished speaking.

Then Su Mo's voice came from inside the room: 'Fei Yan, come to my chamber tonight; I have something to say to you.'

"On what grounds do they always decide who stays in my room? This time I'll choose myself!"

"Good!"

Fei Yan responded with an affirmation and glanced at Mo Xiao, whose complexion was poor.

He said to the people inside, 'I'll go prepare bath water for the wife master.'

Yue Ying looked at Mo Xiao, whose face was black as charcoal, and gloated, 'How did you offend her again?'

Mo Xiao glared at him fiercely.

Yue Ying, unafraid of death, said, 'It seems the wife master's current favorite for principal wife is still Fei Yan.'

Mo Xiao's hand hanging at his side suddenly clenched, then he turned and left.

As he left, his robe's hem kicked up a fierce gust, showing how great his anger was.

However, Yue Ying couldn't be bothered with him; right now the contest for the position of right husband is fiercely intense, and that stinky snake keeps rushing to provoke the wife master—purely digging his own grave!

He can't afford to be foolish, after all he still wants to vie for that right husband position.

After Fei Yan helped Su Mo prepare the water, he went out to look for Mo Xiao.

But the snake's mouth is too hard; you can't get anything out of it at all.

Fei Yan could probably guess a bit: 'I'll coax her tonight.'

Mo Xiao said nothing; if he could, he'd rather comfort her himself. But the wife master is still angry now; if he went over at this moment, she'd likely get even angrier at him.

After nightfall, Fei Yan took a bath and came to Su Mo's room.

He lay down beside the bed's edge, gently pulling her into his embrace, yet made no overly intimate move.

Su Mo waited a few minutes, feeling something was off.

She then turned over to face him, only to see his brows and eyes gazing at her warmly.

She raised her hand and waved it in front of him: 'Are you really that good‑looking? Have you gone stupid?'

Fei Yan reached out, caught her hand, and placed it by his lips, speaking softly: 'Indeed you're beautiful; no matter how I look, it's never enough.'

Su Mo frowned and gave a light hum: 'Now you've also learned that sweet‑talk routine?'

Fei Yan chuckled lightly: 'It's not sweet talk; it's words from the heart.'

Su Mo narrowed her eyes, smiled, then reached under the pillow to pull out something and handed it to him.

"It's for you; keep it safe!"

Fei Yan took it in his hand and looked: it was a little boat folded from a leaf?

It's not exquisite, but this is the wife master's first gift to him, so he's naturally delighted.

Fei Yan put the thing aside, then gently pulled her into his arms.

"I really like it."

Su Mo leaned against his chest and asked softly, 'Fei Yan, do you want to be the right husband?'

The one holding her startled, then spoke slowly: 'I do, but everything depends on the wife master's happiness being most important.'

He had originally intended to appear magnanimous by saying only the latter part, but upon speaking he realized he couldn't do that.

He cares about this matter more than she imagined.

Su Mo lifted her head to glance at him, then leaned in and kissed him.

Fei Yan originally wanted to deepen the kiss, but after seeing her reddened lips, he ultimately gave up.

He gently brushed her lips, then asked softly, "Wife Master, are you angry with Mo Xiao? Did he force you to take medicine?"

Su Mo frowned, not wanting to talk about it.

Fei Yan sighed and said, "He's also doing it for your own good; if you don't get better soon, we'll all worry day after day. Whether it's me or them, we only want you to be well, Wife Master, do you understand?"

Su Mo nestled against his chest, and only after a while did she utter an "en."

Fei Yan lowered his head and kissed her cheek: "Get some sleep; we have to set off back to North Wing early tomorrow."

"Okay."

Su Mo instinctively nuzzled into his embrace.

The next day, Fei Yan got up early and began preparing to leave.

When Su Mo dazedly opened her eyes, she saw someone slumped beside the bed.

The moment her gaze met those familiar, deep pupils, the person beside the bed gently pulled her into an embrace.

"Mo'er, are you still mad at me?"

Mo Xiao then sat beside the bed, gently pulling her into his embrace. His chin lightly rested on her head, and in the next breath, a faint floral scent from her hair lingered.

This eased his anxious mood for a moment.

He spoke softly, "Can you not be angry? I'm most afraid you'll get angry; if you're annoyed with me later, you can hit or scold me, I just ask you not to keep it bottled up alone."

Mo Xiao grabbed her hand and pressed it to his chest: "Your silent treatment toward me is no different from stabbing my heart with a knife. Tell me what's wrong with me, and I'll change it."

By the end, his tone grew increasingly humble: "I only beg you, don't truly abandon me."

Su Mo leaned against his chest and murmured in a low voice, "I'm not angry anymore, and I won't leave you..."

"Mm." He lowered his head and placed a light kiss on her forehead.

His voice trembled slightly as he said, "I love you."

As if afraid she hadn't heard clearly, he softly repeated, "In this life, I love only you."

A sweet smile blossomed on Su Mo's lips as she held him tight, and something quietly exploded in her heart.

By her ear was his thunderous heartbeat, deafening.

A string of numbers suddenly flashed through her mind.

Mo Xiao's favorability value on the Virtual Panel jumped wildly, soaring from 91 all the way up and finally settling at the critical point of 99...