usatvline Chapter 641 The Vicious Ex-Wife Who Couldn't Share Hardship (5)
Chapter 641 The Vicious Ex-Wife Who Couldn't Share Hardship (5)
When Jin Xirong reappeared, she had changed into a pair of black pants.
Just then, Mu Zhou also came out of the room and was taken aback when she saw him:
"Still not gone?" She narrowed her eyes and stroked her chin. "What, you don't want to run errands for me? Aren't you short of money? Why aren't you making money?"
Mu Zhou looked over with a questioning gaze, and Jin Xirong could only grit her teeth:
"I'll go buy it now."
Mu Zhou watched him leave, listening to the ups and downs of his favorability rating, and a smile appeared on her lips.
*
After breakfast, Jin Xirong left without saying a word.
Mu Zhou didn't go anywhere. She was too tired and had no interest in anything else, so she stayed home and lay in bed all day.
By evening, seeing that Jin Xirong had not returned, they prepared to order takeout.
She remembered a Japanese restaurant in the west of the city quite well.
After she finished eating, she watched a movie, and only then did she hear a sound at the door.
Mu Zhou glanced at the clock; it was almost ten o'clock.
She slept for more than three hours in the afternoon but wasn't sleepy; she was still full of energy.
Jin Xirong was dressed in all black, with a cold expression and dark eyes.
Under the dim light, it seemed to carry an unspeakable danger at first glance.
Mu Zhou openly admired his attire, then casually pointed to the kitchen:
"There's still some Japanese food I ordered, you can eat it."
She seemed certain that Jin Xirong hadn't eaten.
I don't know if it's because I thought he definitely didn't have any money, or because I felt it was only natural for him to clean up after her.
Jin Xirong had lost the strength to defend herself.
He felt he could no longer follow Mu Zhou's train of thought or argue with her.
Otherwise, she'll eventually be led astray by her strange logic.
Fortunately, the air conditioning in the room was cool enough to calm him down.
He remained silent in response.
Mu Zhou didn't care what he thought. After speaking, she suddenly felt exhausted.
She yawned, threw off the air conditioning blanket covering her, and got up.
She was still wearing that same silk slip dress.
But because she was curled up on the sofa, the hem of her skirt was already messy and disordered, all bunched up at the base of her thighs.
Jin Xirong's pupils trembled. Before she could look away, she saw Mu Zhou put his legs down from the sofa.
Then, a glimpse of light-colored lace fabric flashed between her legs.
Jin Xirong froze instantly, unsure of where to look.
My throat felt like it was being choked.
Mu Zhou seemed completely oblivious to his unusual behavior.
She slowly got up and gracefully returned to her bedroom.
For some reason, her nonchalant attitude made Jin Xirong feel a little uneasy.
He suddenly became somewhat dissatisfied.
Just as Mu Zhou's door was about to close, he reached out to stop it.
Mu Zhou's eyes widened slightly in surprise.
Silently ask him what's wrong.
Jin Xirong stared at her bright almond-shaped eyes, speechless for once.
He didn't know what was wrong.
Should he question her about why she was so casual in front of him, and why he saw her like that...?
Or is it that I was influenced by her?
Jin Xirong instantly realized her lapse in composure.
He concealed the flickering light in his eyes, swallowed hard, and abruptly asked:
What should we eat for breakfast tomorrow?
After saying that, he felt an urge to bite off his tongue.
What is he doing...
Mu Zhou tried hard to suppress the urge to smile:
"I want to eat mushroom and chicken congee."
"it is good."
The sudden hoarseness in her voice made Jin Xirong feel uneasy.
He turned to leave quickly, but Mu Zhou didn't forget to give him a final word:
"Don't forget to eat Japanese food, it's very expensive."
She closed the door with a slight smile.
*
Mu Zhou's energy was very low, and Jin Xirong easily noticed this problem.
At first, I just thought she was lazy, but later I realized that she seemed really tired.
I always lie down at the drop of a hat.
It's too hot to stand; I don't even have much energy to go shopping.
This is obviously not normal.
When Jin Xirong saw her lying lazily on the sofa again, saying she was too tired to go out, he remembered that he had to go to the hospital to run some errands.
He pursed his lips:
"If you're not feeling well, go to the hospital. Is it because you don't have money?"
The words "no money" instantly stung Mu Zhou.
She wanted to sit up abruptly, but after thinking about it, she didn't move.
Very tired.
But she still didn't look very happy.
"It's not that I don't have money, it's that I couldn't get an appointment with a good doctor. I don't see just any doctor."
She made up an excuse with an air of arrogance.
Actually, she was just too lazy to go out.
Jin Xirong looked at her:
"Dr. Zhang runs his own private hospital. He is grateful for the kindness the Jin family showed him in the past and will always treat them for free. Go see him."
Dr. Zhang was the Jin family's former family doctor and was very famous in the industry.
She also gave up a job at a top hospital abroad to come to the Jin family.
Mu Zhou could no longer make excuses, so he agreed.
He also didn't forget to explain:
“I didn’t go because it was free; I went because I trusted Dr. Zhang’s abilities.”
She dawdled, but finally went out the door.
However, once she arrived at the destination, she suddenly remembered:
"You and Dr. Zhang are on good terms, so why didn't you come here last time when I hit you with a stick?"
"It's a minor injury, no need to worry."
Mu Zhou pursed his lips.
She saw it all; the back she hit had such a big bruise.
He's quite good at putting on a brave face.
Jin Xirong ignored her silent complaints and took her to the hospital.
*
After the examination, Mu Zhou sat in the waiting room.
There were so many items being checked that Mu Zhou didn't even know what they were checking for.
She just followed the guide, and the process was so complicated that she started to lose patience.
But the doctor kept asking all sorts of questions.
But the nurse who was always with her spoke very nicely, which made her feel very comfortable.
So I've been cooperating.
in the office.
The former family doctor of the Jin family is now the director of this private hospital.
He stood respectfully beside Jin Xirong.
"Mr. Jin, judging from the results of all the tests, your wife doesn't have any major health problems, but..."
He paused for a moment, drawing a sharp glance from Jin Xirong.
Dean Zhang felt a chill run down his spine, carefully considering his words:
"The wife may need further psychological evaluation."
"What do you mean?"
Mu Zhou's tone was calm, yet it carried an undeniable air of authority.
Dean Zhang felt the pressure and forced himself to say:
"The psychological test was just a side check, but my wife's reaction was not good. She has severe avoidance behavior and sleep disorders. In addition, considering my wife's previous experience, the preliminary diagnosis is post-traumatic stress disorder."
As the former family doctor of the Jin family, Dean Zhang knew Mu Zhou quite well and was aware of her past.
I just hadn't had much contact with them before.
Mu Zhou's current behavior, coupled with her past experiences of her father's death and her family's bankruptcy, has caused her to fall from grace overnight.
These past experiences led Dean Zhang to make this judgment.
He paused for a moment, then stated his judgment:
"Madam's condition has worsened because of the recent troubles in the Jin family and the memory of her own family's bankruptcy."
Jin Xirong's gaze paused slightly, her eyes becoming so dark they were almost indistinct.
He recalled occasionally waking up in the middle of the night and hearing Mu Zhou get up.
He was always alert, so no sound from the living room escaped his ears.
He knew that Mu Zhou would get up to drink in the middle of the night.
It turned out that the Jin family's bankruptcy reminded her of her painful past.
It was she who got dragged into this mess.