One Night Love: Huo Shao indulges in pampering

Mo Jinghui's funeral arrangements have been made. Mrs. Cha fell seriously ill and Mr. Mo suffered a severe blow. He had a heart attack and is still lying in the hospital after surgery.

Xiaoyun asked Ke Xin to prepare some fruits and other things, and planned to go to the hospital to visit the old man.

Xiaoli had just gone to hang out the clothes, and when she came back and saw that they were about to go out, she asked curiously, "Xiaoyun, where are you going?"

Xiaoyun glanced at her coldly and said lightly: "I went to the hospital to see the old man." She settled down here. The last time she went to see the old man, they parted on bad terms. She was a little worried about his health and wanted to go see him.

Xiaoli looked at Kexin and said, "Kexin, take good care of Xiaoyun and don't let anything happen to her."

Xiaoyun felt a little sad. She wanted to go out, but she took Ke Xin with her instead of her. It seemed that she was not mistaken. Xiaoyun really didn't like her. She felt a little confused and didn't know when she had offended her.

Ke Xin said to her with a fake smile: "Don't worry, I'm by Xiao Yun's side, I will never let anything happen to her."

Xiaoyun didn't want to say anything more, so she took a step forward and walked outside.

Xiaoli looked at their backs as they left and a look of frustration appeared on her face. After she came to Xiaoyun, she asked herself that she had done nothing wrong and had taken care of her in every possible way. She really couldn't understand why Xiaoyun suddenly disliked her anymore.

She was in a daze when she saw Xiaoman coming with a bunch of bananas in her hand. She couldn't help but twitch the corner of her mouth. A very ridiculous idea emerged in her mind. Could it be that Xiaoyun hated bananas and hated her because she saw her eating bananas?

"Xiao Li, the young lady asked me to bring a bunch of organic bananas over for you to eat, which have just been airlifted in." Xiao Man picked up the bananas, walked over quickly and handed them to her.

Xiaoli took the banana and said helplessly, "Xiaoman, go back and thank the eldest young lady for me. You don't have to send bananas here anymore. Xiaoyun doesn't like bananas. She will be angry if she sees them."

Xiaoman said in surprise: "No way, I haven't heard that she doesn't like bananas before." She worked as a maid in the Mo family and served Mo Jinghui. She was often beaten and scolded by Qiao Bosi. She felt wronged, so she went to see her and brought her some fruits from time to time. She always said that the bananas were sweet and fragrant and delicious.

The young lady knew that she liked to eat these bananas, so she asked her to send them as soon as there were fresh ones.

Xiaoli shrugged and said helplessly, "It's hard to explain anyway. Just keep it for yourself and don't send it to me."

"You look so listless. What's wrong? Are you not used to living here?" Xiaoman asked with concern.

Xiaoli sighed softly: "For people like us, it's easy to get used to it. I just feel that Xiaoyun doesn't like me and is even targeting me. Xiaoman, do you think I'm a difficult person to get along with? Tell me the truth."

Xiaoli looked at Xiaoman with a serious face. She really didn't know what was wrong with her that made Xiaoyun dislike her.

Xiao Man said with a smile: "Xiao Li, are you worrying too much? When I had the accident, you took care of the young lady. Did she hate you or show any dislike for you?"

Xiao Li frowned, recalled seriously, then shook her head and said, "It seems not. The eldest young lady's wife has a very gentle personality. She is also very kind to the servants. During the time when I went to take care of her, she often asked me to have meals with her. The eldest young lady's wife is really good and has no airs at all."

"That's it. The eldest young lady doesn't hate you, and I don't hate you either. This proves that there is no problem with your character. Maybe Xiaoyun has just changed her identity and is not used to being taken care of. You should be patient and give her more time to adapt." Xiaoman comforted.

Xiaoli said somewhat aggrievedly: "But she treats Ke Xin differently." She was asked to do the heavy work, and Ke Xin supported Xiaoyun and relied on her, while she did not do any work and was still ordered around by Ke Xin.

Xiaoman could only comfort him: "As for this person, getting along well with others depends on liking each other. Maybe Xiaoyun likes Kexin more. Don't be jealous. As long as you do your job well, Xiaoyun will definitely notice it."

Xiaoli said helplessly: "I understand, I will do my job well." Nan Xiang asked her to come here to take good care of Xiaoyun, and she absolutely could not let her down.

"Okay, let me know if you have anything. I have to go back." After Xiaoman said that, she hurried back. She couldn't leave Nanxiang for too long, otherwise something might happen to her.

Xiaoli looked at the bananas in her hand, twitched the corners of her mouth slightly, and said helplessly: "After eating this bunch of bananas, I have to give up bananas for a while." Xiaoyun hates bananas, and she absolutely cannot let her see them again.

Xiaoyun came to the hospital with a heavy heart. The old man became like this because of Mo Jinghui. If anything happened to him, Mo Jinghui would definitely be very sad if he knew about it.

Master Mo opened the door and saw her coming. He was surprised and said, "Xiao Yun, why are you here?"

"Grandpa, I came to the hospital to get some folic acid and calcium supplements. How is the old man? Is he feeling better?" Xiaoyun asked worriedly.

Mr. Mo said solemnly, "His health was not very good to begin with. After the operation, he became much weaker. Jinghui's incident was a huge blow to him."

After Jinghui's death, they were all hit to varying degrees. His hair turned a lot whiter. He was both sad and full of regret. He regretted that he had paid too little attention to Jinghui and had let him go too much.

Xiaoyun's eyes turned red when she heard this, and she said sadly, "I miss Jinghui too." She didn't sleep well all night. As long as she closed her eyes, she would dream about the things that happened between her and Jinghui in the past. She regretted it and blamed herself. If she had known that she was pregnant earlier, Jinghui would definitely not leave her so easily.

"Xiao Yun, you are pregnant with Jinghui's child, you have to be more open-minded and don't be too sad, so as not to affect the fetus in your belly." If she could give birth to a boy, Jinghui would have an offspring, and he could die in peace.

Hearing this, Xiaoyun reached out and gently pressed her lower abdomen, and said with determination: "I will never let Jinghui and my child get hurt." No matter how hard it is, she will definitely keep the child and give birth to him.

"I feel relieved that you think so. Come in. My dad just woke up. Go see him." After saying this, Mr. Mo turned and walked in, hoping that the old man would feel better when he saw her.

The old man was lying on the bed, looking haggard, his face was very pale, his eyes were somewhat empty and lifeless, his hair was gray. I hadn't seen him for just a few days, but he seemed to have aged a lot, which made people feel sad.

Mr. Mo walked to the bedside, looked at his sad old father, and said softly, "Dad, Xiaoyun is here to see you."

The old man slowly raised his eyelids and looked at Xiaoyun who was standing next to his son. When he saw her, he thought of his grandson who died tragically, and his eyes turned red again. Jinghui's death was more or less related to her. If it were in the past, he would definitely not want to see her again. But she was pregnant with Jinghui's child, and he didn't know how to face her.

Xiaoyun looked at the old man and said sincerely: "Grandpa, I hope you can get better soon. This is my wish and Jinghui's wish as well."

The old man pulled the corner of his mouth slightly, and said in an old and weak voice: "Your responsibility is to give birth to Jinghui's son. Other than that, don't meddle in other people's business. I don't want to see you."

He knew that Mo Jinghui was an uneducated and dissolute young man, but their Mo family was rich and they didn't need every child to be so successful. Having one Mo Jingchen was enough. Jinghui's death was the most painful thing in his heart. He was his most beloved grandson, and he died for the woman in front of him. He had no way to forgive her.

Xiaoyun's face turned pale after hearing what the old man said. She had no selfish motives in coming to see him today. She sincerely hoped that he would get better soon. However, his words were like a sharp needle that pierced her heart, making her so painful that she could hardly breathe.

Crystal clear tears could not be controlled and fell from Xiaoyun's eyes, sliding down her fair face. She said sadly: "Grandpa, I'm sorry, I don't ask you to forgive me, but I beg you to get better soon and watch the birth of my and Jinghui's child."

The old man's cloudy eyes gradually became clear and sharp. He squinted at her. His voice was weak, but it was full of intimidating majesty. He said cruelly: "This is Jinghui's child, not your child. You don't deserve it."

Xiaoyun felt as if struck by lightning when she heard this, and her whole body began to tremble uncontrollably. The last time Mrs. Cha brought her to see the old man, he was not so hostile to her. Unexpectedly, this time, he actually hated her so much. The look of disgust on his face hurt her heart.

Mr. Mo didn't expect that the old man would say such cruel words. He frowned and said quickly: "Xiao Yun, my father is not in a good mental state. Don't take his words to heart. Why don't you go back first?"

The old man believed that Mo Jinghui's death had a lot to do with her, so don't think he will have a good impression of Xiaoyun.

Xiaoyun was very sad, her mood fell to the bottom, she choked up and said: "Grandpa, then you have a good rest, I will go back first."

After she finished speaking, she turned around dejectedly. Just as she was about to leave, she saw Qiao Bosi walking in from outside holding Mo Zixin. Her face suddenly froze. It was really a rare opportunity for enemies to meet here.

Qiao Bosi carried Mo Zixin into the ward, glanced at her coldly, and said in a somewhat gloomy tone: "Xiaoyun, you are carrying the last bit of our Jinghui's blood in your belly. Why don't you stay at home to take good care of the baby and run to the hospital? If something happens to the fetus, Jinghui will know about it and I'm afraid he will not be at peace."

In front of Qiao Bosi, Xiao Yun looked a little timid. She lowered her head and said humbly, "I came to the hospital for a prenatal checkup and came to see the old man by the way."

“Really?” Qiao Bosi sneered, full of suspicion, and walked past her with Mo Zixin in his arms, ignoring her, and came to the old man’s bedside, immediately softening the expression on his face, and said with a smile, “Grandpa, I brought Zixin to see you, are you feeling better?”

She knew that Xiaoyun came to the hospital to see the old man, so she brought Zixin with her. Xiaoyun wanted to come here to please the old man so as to improve her position. But forget it. Although that useless Mo Jinghui was gone, she could only be the second young master's wife of the Mo family. She would destroy anyone who wanted to replace her.

When the old man saw Qiao Bosi and Mo Zixin coming, the expression on his face changed instantly, as if he suddenly became energetic. He struggled to get up. Master Mo quickly stepped forward to support him and let him sit against the head of the bed.

"Let me see Zi Xin." As soon as the old man sat down, he couldn't wait to stretch out his hand, wanting to hug his great-granddaughter.

Qiao Bosi carefully handed his daughter to him, asked him to sit and hold his daughter, and said with a smile: "Grandpa, you have to get better soon. Zi Xin misses you so much at home. She wants to play with you so much. I saw that the weather is good today, so I brought her over to see you."

Holding the lovely Mo Zixin and seeing Qiao Bosi being so talkative, the old man's mood suddenly improved, and he said happily: "Zi Xin is so good and obedient."

Mo Zixin was held in his arms, staring at him with her big black eyes. Suddenly, the corners of her mouth twitched slightly, revealing a very sweet and healing smile.

The old man happened to see it and was immediately overjoyed. He was even happier: "Zixin smiled at me. She is so cute. She looks a lot like Jinghui when he was a child. It's like they were printed from the same mold."

Seeing that he was in a better mood, Mr. Mo was also very happy and said: "Everyone says that most first-born daughters will look like their fathers. Zi Xin really looks like Jinghui. If he were still alive, he would definitely like this daughter very much." Unfortunately, now that he is gone, he will never have another chance.

Hearing this, the old man's smile gradually faded, and he said with some sadness: "Yes, this child looks so much like Jinghui, he will definitely like him very much."

"Grandpa, don't be sad about Jinghui's situation anymore. If Jinghui knew about it in the afterlife, he would also be very sad and upset." Qiao Bosi immediately softened his voice to comfort him.

After hearing her advice, the old man immediately smiled again and said, "You are right. Jinghui would not want to see me sad for him. Is Zixin's illness cured? Will she still cough..."

They turned the topic to Mo Zixin. With this child, the atmosphere was finally not so heavy and everyone's mood became better.

Xiaoyun stood at the door, listening to the lively conversation coming from the ward, her heart tightening with pain. She followed Mrs. Cha's arrangement and entered the Mo family without any intention of competing with them for anything.

But they didn't think so. They were always afraid that she would give birth to a son and dilute their share.

As soon as she arrived here, Qiao Bosi came. She knew in her heart that this was definitely not a coincidence. Qiao Bosi made her guard against her. She had expected it a long time ago, but she never expected that Nan Xiang would treat her like this.

She was pregnant with Mo Jinghui's child, and had hoped that the old man would treat her well for the sake of the child, but his words just now completely shattered her fantasy. He, like Madam Cha, wanted to kill the mother and keep the child.

Xiaoyun reached out and pressed gently on her lower abdomen, and a tenacious expression slowly appeared on her face. This was the most precious gift Mo Jinghui left her, and she would not let them snatch it away. She wanted to make herself strong.