Holding Hands?

She took a bite of the crispy pastry and suddenly thought of something. She turned to look at Mu Chengxi, who was already seated. “Why did you buy pastries for the doctor who treated Old Madam Mu?”

“Because Madam Zhao said to buy sweets for the divine doctor, and it would make her happy.”

Mu Chengxi finished speaking and glanced at the pastry that Wen Xin had only taken a bite of before discarding. The dry and unappetizing look of the pastry indicated that it probably wasn’t tasty.

He reached into his pocket and took out a piece of chocolate, placing it on the plate in front of Wen Xin. “If the desserts don’t taste good, don’t eat them. When we get off the plane, I’ll get Mu Bei to buy you a layer cake. Is mango okay?””

She picked up the chocolate that Mu Chengxi placed in front of her. This time, she did not reject it. She opened the packaging of the chocolate and put it into her mouth. It was so sweet that her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly. It was obvious that she was very happy.

“I like to eat durian thousand-layer. If you can’t accept the taste, then buy strawberry. I’m allergic to mangoes!”

“Okay, then sleep for a while. We’ll arrive in Beijing in about an hour and a half!”

Saying so, Mu Chengxi considerately handed Wen Xin a cup of lukewarm water and even took out a blanket from a nearby cabinet, placing it beside her.

Mu Chengxi taking care of someone personally dumbfounded Mu Bei and Liang Luoyu. This was f*cking unbelievable.

Everyone in the capital knows that Mu Chengxi is someone who kept his distance from others, yet he was now personally taking care of Wen Xin.

If someone said he was doing this to help Wen Xin treat Old Madam’s illness, Liang Luoyu would surely confront him.

It’s obvious that he has some intentions towards this young girl, and considering she looks barely of legal age, it’s hard to ignore.

Though, it’s undeniable that the girl is indeed beautiful, fitting Mr. Cheng’s taste. Suddenly, Liang Luoyu found it easier to understand.

Capital City

Wen Xin and Mu Chengxi’s group disembarked from the plane and walked through a special passageway, quickly exiting the airport.

Mu Chengxi carried Wen Xin’s black backpack, while Wen Xin, with the hood of her down jacket pulled over her head, lazily followed behind him, giving off the impression that she hadn’t fully woken up.historical

Seemingly sensing that the girl behind him was walking a bit unsteadily, Mu Chengxi reached out his hand, clasping Wen Xin’s slightly cold hand.

Completely unexpecting Mu Chengxi’s gesture, Wen Xin halted her steps, lowered her head, and stared incredulously at the warm large hand holding hers.

Suddenly, the people behind stopped walking. Mu Chengxi turned to look at Wen Xin, finding her looking at his hand holding hers.

“Sorry, I was just worried you weren’t fully awake, so I thought holding hands might be safer,” Mu Chengxi patiently explained his action. His tone carried a hint of caution, afraid of provoking the owner of the cold hand.

“No need, I won’t get lost!” Wen Xin withdrew her hand with a cold tone, swiftly tucking it into her pocket as if fearing Mu Chengxi might grab it again.

“Alright then, the car is waiting outside. Let’s go eat first,” Mu Chengxi spoke softly, withdrawing his hand and slipping it into his coat pocket. There was a trace of an indescribable sense of loss in his tone.

Wen Xin followed behind Mu Chengxi, her hand that remained in her pocket still felt his warmth. She felt her hand burning hot, which stirred a sense of unease she hadn’t experienced for a long time.

She hadn’t felt this way in ages and she didn’t like its impact. She secretly resolved that after helping Old Madam Mu with her treatment, she must distance herself from this dangerous man.