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She turned her head to look at the man beside her who was serving her food, feeling a hint of reluctance. "I can just have Yin Xiyin come over to take care of me; you can go about your business!"
"The call to Yin Xiyin isn't going through, and Yan Zili is out of town and on his way here. We'll talk when she arrives! I've already taken leave for you from the company, so just rest easy for the next few days!"
She nodded, suddenly remembering something, and hurriedly asked, "You didn't ask Vice President Yue for leave, did you?"
Yue Qingchen was her direct superior. If Mu Tongzi went to request leave for her, wouldn't that be like trying to wash away a stain in the Yellow River? Yue Qingchen would love to find a reason to kick her out! If he found out about her relationship with Mu Tongzi, would she still have a good life ahead?
"I spoke to Nie Fengling; why are you so worried?"
"I'm just concerned that Vice President Yue knowing about our relationship might affect your feelings." After all, she was currently his secret lover, while Yue Qingchen was his legitimate girlfriend.
"I'll do what I want; even if she has objections, it won't change anything." Sitting on the sofa, he picked up the documents Xia Yu had brought and began reading. He glanced at her and said, "Just lie down and rest well!"
"Mm..." Lying back on the bed, she tilted her head to watch him handle his work.
In the private hospital room, it was just the two of them. The silence allowed them to hear each other's breathing. Recently, as they spent more time together, she noticed that his smiles had gradually increased—gentle and light, mixed with an emotion she couldn't quite understand. It intertwined with the tenderness he occasionally revealed, wrapping around the fragile part of her heart little by little.
She felt as if she had become somewhat greedy, wanting to obtain a certain warmth from him. She knew she shouldn't have such desires towards him but couldn't help controlling her thoughts.
Yin Xiyin was right; men like Mu Tongzi were like drugs for women—addictive over time.
When her eyes started to feel heavy, she slowly closed them. In this unusually peaceful atmosphere, she fell into a deep sleep. She didn't see that at the moment she closed her eyes, the man on the sofa lifted his head, his dark gaze fixed intently on her.
He set aside the unfinished documents and slowly walked over to her. Sitting by the bedside, he quietly watched her, remaining still for a long time. When he saw her furrow her brow in pain, his warm palm gently rested on her head, slowly stroking it.
The person in a dream seemed to have their pain alleviated by the gentle touch of his palm; the once tightly knitted brows relaxed, and her peaceful sleeping face gradually softened.
His long fingers unconsciously fell on her pale face. In that moment, he felt an impulse to hope that time would stand still, wishing that between heaven and earth, there were only the two of them, without the gaze of the world or identities that could not be transcended.
From childhood to adulthood, he had always been clear about what he wanted and never strayed from his path. However, the appearance of this woman had exceeded his control.
Some things had probably begun to slip out of his grasp long ago.
A faint knocking sound came from outside. Mu Tongzi slowly regained his senses. Just as he was about to retract his hand, the woman in her sleep suddenly reached out and grasped the hand resting on her face. Perhaps it was an instinctive sleeping habit; she rubbed the thing she was holding against her face before stubbornly turning over and pressing it into her embrace.
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