You'd better look back, Mr. Shen is about to break.

Chapter 48 Delusionally Trying to Make Him Love to Death

Yu Nanqing was somewhat surprised that he would come, and even more surprised that he was standing in front of the door lingering.

In the past, he should have just stolen her away.

Oh no, it's actually normal for him to not remember her now.

But she was still pleasantly surprised that he would come.

The two sat on chairs in the corridor, where most people were asleep, with nurses occasionally passing by.

Yu Nanqing smiled, moved her hips closer to him, glanced at his expression, and seeing no resistance or disgust, raised her eyebrows and naturally put her hand into his suit pocket.

I touched the silky smooth material without even realizing it; the texture was just like…

She paused, and just as she was about to take it out to look at it, her wrist was grabbed.

She looked up and met Shen Mochen's unfathomable eyes, and her heart skipped a beat.

"Miss Yu, you're really too kind." He took her hand and reached into his pocket, slowly pulling the object out from between her fingers, then ruthlessly shooed her hand away.

Yu Nanqing chuckled twice, her legs dangling from the side of the chair, her pale yellow dress making her skin appear even whiter.

Shen Mochen stared intently for a moment, then slowly looked away and handed her the lipstick and note he had brought with him. "Miss Yu left her things with me."

Yu Nanqing was startled, her heart skipped a beat, she pursed her lips, took the things, her swaying feet stopped, and her mind, which had been exploding with fireworks, gradually quieted down, becoming as quiet as the green-glowing corridor.

It turns out they were just there to deliver something to her.

She was deluding herself.

"Thank you, Mr. Shen." But she was not discouraged. She gave him a sweet smile and then invited him downstairs to eat wontons.

Some shops around the hospital are open 24 hours a day, even in the early morning when there are few people.

She smelled the aroma when she arrived and thought she would eat it in the morning.

There were only the two of them in the shop. After finishing making the wontons, the shop owner went to the back to take a nap.

Yesterday afternoon, Yu Nanqing was so nervous about preparing for the seduction that she didn't eat. Now, with a hot meal in front of her and the person she likes sitting next to her, she felt incredibly happy.

Shen Mochen watched her quietly, not touching his chopsticks for a long time. His deep eyes were filled with ripples, and it was unclear what he was thinking. Even after Yu Nanqing had eaten almost half of her food, he was still sitting there blankly.

For the past two years, he has basically survived on nutritional supplements.

I can't eat... I vomit as soon as I try.

He doesn't want to live anymore; when he's not doing experiments, he just sits there all afternoon.

I can't sleep, and when I do, I have nightmares, unless I take a lot of sleeping pills before bed.

Yu Nanqing looked up at him and asked why he wasn't eating.

He lowered his eyes and whispered that he wasn't hungry.

His eyes were tinged with a reddish tinge; he felt he was doomed.

He had fantasized about her appearing; he had thought about imprisoning her and ignoring her for the rest of his life.

But the truth is, he can't bear to ignore her, yet he's also afraid that imprisoning her will lead to the same situation as before.

It seems that, apart from having a stronger desire to live, the pain in the areas that should be in pain still occurs.

Yu Nanqing didn't say anything more. She went out and bought two candies, opened one, and put it in his mouth. "Mr. Shen's face looks like a bitter melon. Eating some candy will make it a little sweeter."

Shen Mochen paused, forcefully suppressing the urge to spit out the candy.

After finishing the candy, Shen Mochen got into his assistant's car and drove back, his eyes fixed on the girl's figure in the rearview mirror until she disappeared around the corner.

The caregiver arrived early the next morning. Yu Tu noticed that her face was pale and told her to go back and rest.

Yu Nanqing agreed, gave a few instructions, and then left the hospital.

She didn't go home, but went straight to the hotel, buying breakfast on the way.

When he saw her arrive, Shen Mochen was taken aback. He was happy, but he forced himself not to show it.

"Good morning, Mr. Shen." Yu Nanqing raised her eyebrows, smiled broadly, and bent down to slip under his arm.

She bought two bowls of porridge, two eggs, and a basket of steamed buns.

She sat down on the carpet in front of the sofa without any hesitation, peeled an egg, and handed it to Shen Mochen, who was still standing to the side. "Mr. Shen, would you do me the honor of having breakfast together?"

"…Um."

Shen Mochen exhaled and caught the egg.

He wanted to refuse, but the words of refusal felt like burning his tongue; he just couldn't bring himself to say them.

Having just eaten wontons in the early hours of the morning, Yu Nanqing wasn't very hungry. She drank a couple of mouthfuls of porridge, rested her chin on her hand, leaned against the coffee table, stared at Shen Mochen's face, and unknowingly fell asleep.

Shen Mochen swallowed the egg with difficulty, looked up and saw that Yu Nanqing was asleep. He gently pinched her with his fingertips and soon made several marks.

After a long while, he moved, went forward, picked her up, and carefully placed her on the bed.

He held her tightly, refusing to let go, as if in a sickly state.

When Yi Yan arrived, he saw someone on the bed, paused for two seconds, then quickly looked away and called out to the person on the sofa, "President Shen."

Shen Mochen glanced at him sideways, his cold eyes devoid of emotion. He put down what he was holding, stood up, and walked towards the door.

Yi Yan followed him out, his expression revealing his surprise.

A week ago, President Shen fell ill and attempted suicide by cutting his wrists. He almost didn't make it back to life. After finally waking up, he immediately wanted to come to this remote place, saying he had his eye on a piece of land and wanted to build a laboratory.

Clearly, President Shen has already built quite a few laboratories in Beijing over the past two years.

He didn't understand, but he did it anyway.

"Mr. Shen, the return tickets have been bought." He spoke only after standing outside the door.

“…Postpone for two more days.” Shen Mochen raised his eyes, his cold eyes devoid of emotion, his sickly face devoid of color.

Yi Yan paused, his brows furrowing slightly, and couldn't help but advise, "President Shen, your health isn't very good, and the doctor has been urging you to get medical advice several times."

"Yi Yan, you're talking too much." Shen Mochen looked at him, wanting to say something, but then swallowed his words.

I don't remember the banquet.

Nobody remembers.

No matter who he tells, no one will understand.

"Mr. Shen, I..."

"I'm tired," Shen Mochen said softly. He turned to go back, but stopped when he saw the person eavesdropping by the door.

Discovered of eavesdropping, Yu Nanqing made no attempt to pretend and simply patted the hem of her skirt before walking out.

She looked up at Shen Mochen's face. Sunlight streamed in, and he was ill; his facial features were more defined, thin as if a gust of wind could blow him over.

"Shen Mochen, you're not leaving? Is it because you can't bear to part with me?" She moved her lips, smiling, but her words didn't convey any deeper meaning.

The person who heard this looked a little stiff. His trembling fingertips hurriedly shoved into his pocket. His eyes changed color again and again. After a long while, his thin lips finally parted slightly, "Miss Yu... you're being too presumptuous."

“There are plenty of beautiful women in the capital, and which one is not as good as Miss Yu?”

As he spoke, his face grew paler and paler, as if he would die if he fell.

"That's true, I'm not that charming. I don't think I can bewitch Mr. Shen in just two days." Yu Nanqing pretended not to care, but she couldn't help herself when he said something vicious again.

She rushed forward, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed his lips. "Shen Mochen, you remember me, right?"