She Lost Memory Before the Divorce-Chapter 220 - 0 The Late-Found Deep Love Is Worth

Chapter 220: Chapter 0220: The Late-Found Deep Love Is Worth Less Than Grass

Chapter 220: Chapter 0220: The Late-Found Deep Love Is Worth Less Than Grass

Long Xiao was stunned, looking at Huo Tingxiao, finding it incredible.

“Huo Tingxiao, if I hadn’t heard it myself, I would hardly believe such words could come from you.”

Huo Tingxiao’s eyes darkened. Ever since he had realized his feelings for Mu Lan, that sentiment had surged more fiercely with each passing day.

He also knew that belated affection was less esteemed than immediate passion, and he had no illusions of making Mu Lan accept him again right away.

But people are never satisfied; one moment they speak amiably, and the next, they wonder if they could reconcile immediately.

He wasn’t afraid of giving, he was truly afraid of losing…

Without Mu Lan, he might as well become a monk, retreat to the mountains to practice asceticism, and pray for her well-being alongside an eternal lamp.

“Once you’ve experienced what it’s like to lose something, you’ll know what’s truly important.”

Long Xiao shrugged noncommittally.

“In any case, I’m bound to remain a loner for life.”

Huo Tingxiao’s gaze was serene; he too had once thought his life would stay the same, but when he realized he had a weakness, he saw that it wasn’t as frightening as he had imagined.

If there was anything to fear, it was his inability to protect her and ensure she lived a safe and prosperous life.

“As for the business in Europe, if you’re up to it, I can let you take over.”

Long Xiao raised an eyebrow.

“Really? But think it over, I’m weak and alone; compared to those century-old families, I’m still lacking…”

Huo Tingxiao calmly interrupted Long Xiao.

“Even the greatest family is no match for fools. Old faces must give way to new, change is always inevitable.”

Long Xiao was overjoyed; although he had harbored this ambition, he had never had the gall to express it, knowing his own limitations.

Friendship is friendship, business is business, and the two should be separated clearly.

Now that Huo Tingxiao was offering an olive branch, of course, he was thrilled.

Naturally, his character was such that he believed in reciprocating favors, and he was determined to give Huo Tingxiao a satisfactory result this time.

“Then I will gladly accept, rest assured, I will handle everything perfectly with Katrina.”

And this time, Huo Tingxiao was extra cautious, giving nothing away.

“Deal with it when we get back.”

Long Xiao smiled faintly.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let sister-in-law catch even a hint of it.”

———

Mu Lan felt as though her soul had left her body, able to watch herself in a battle of wits with those men.

She saw the men rush forward, trying to tear the clothes off the other version of herself, and she wanted to help, but it was utterly fruitless.

Suddenly, the Mu Lan on the big bed opened her eyes, gasping for air, with fine beads of sweat on her forehead.

It was a nightmare.

Huo Tingxiao, sitting at the edge of the bed, held her hand, slightly increasing the pressure.

“Had a nightmare?”

Mu Lan’s vision was blurry, gradually becoming clearer, and she looked at Huo Tingxiao somewhat dazedly.

“How long did I sleep?”

Huo Tingxiao placed a pillow behind her, making her more comfortable, and handed her a glass of water.

“Over two hours.”

Mu Lan took the water and drank most of it in big gulps, alleviating the dryness in her throat a bit.

“Thank you.”

Huo Tingxiao took the glass back to the bedside table, saw her pale face, and gently suggested:

“Do you want to see a psychologist? I’m afraid…”

Mu Lan lowered her gaze, trying to calm herself.

“Afraid that I have PTSD?”

Huo Tingxiao didn’t speak, which was as good as an agreement.

Mu Lan shook her head.

“It’s okay, I’m fine. There’s an interview tomorrow. After it’s over, I’ll return to the country.”

Huo Tingxiao frowned. She was in this state, yet she still wanted to continue Sara’s interview?

He wanted to ask her to cancel it, but thinking of Mu Lan’s personality, he knew it probably wouldn’t happen. He compromised:

“The interview is okay, but let them come to Long Xiao. Otherwise, forget it.”

Mu Lan lifted her eyes and looked at Huo Tingxiao. Their eyes met, his filled with stubbornness.

After thinking it over, given what had happened today, Huo Tingxiao would need to be cautious. So his proposal seemed to stem from safety concerns, and she agreed.

“Alright, I’ll contact Sara in a bit.”

Only then did Huo Tingxiao’s face soften somewhat.

“Hungry? The Chinese chefs here at Long Xiao can prepare whatever you’d like to eat.”

Mu Lan didn’t play coy.

“Zhajiangmian.”

“That’s all?”

“Mm.”

“Okay.”

Huo Tingxiao stood up, reluctantly letting go of her hand before leaving the bedroom.

Some time later, Huo Tingxiao returned, scooped her up horizontally, and headed towards the dining room downstairs.

Passing by several maids on the way, they all bowed respectfully to the couple, their eyes not hiding their envy.

After placing Mu Lan in front of the dining table, it wasn’t long before the table was filled with dishes, meat sauce, and the hand-pulled noodles in the bowl looked chewy and appetizing.

“There are quite a lot of noodles; I can’t finish all this.”

“You eat first; if you can’t finish, I will.”

Huo Tingxiao said it very naturally, but Mu Lan couldn’t help but look up at him, instinctively objecting.

“There’s no need…”

Did he mean to eat the noodles she left behind?

The two of them used to insist on using serving chopsticks even when sharing a meal. When had he become so…

Huo Tingxiao saw nothing wrong with his suggestion.

He continued as if nothing were amiss, mixing the meat sauce into the noodles and placing the bowl in front of her. Every ingredient was something she liked, nothing omitted.

Mu Lan was stunned.

Her gaze was suspicious, even wondering if she was still half asleep.

Picking up her chopsticks, Mu Lan ate daintily, maintaining proper posture and not making a sound.

Huo Tingxiao watched her, feeling she wasn’t enjoying her meal at all, nothing like the hearty eater she’d been before, which would whet anyone’s appetite.

“It’s proper to make some noise when eating noodles; the chef might think you’re dissatisfied with his cooking.”

Mu Lan’s chewing paused, and she looked at him, even more, confused.

Was he suggesting she should eat with a “slurping” sound?

The next second, Huo Tingxiao demonstrated for her—the correct way to eat noodles.

This time, Mu Lan truly was astonished.

He ate quickly, and though not exaggeratedly loud, the noise was definitely unlike his usual self.

Mu Lan still ate slowly, bite by bite, but she started to feel constrained and began to take bigger mouthfuls, though she still ate elegantly.

She was full after only half a bowl.

“Full?”

“Mm.”

Huo Tingxiao didn’t hesitate to take the bowl from in front of her and ate the remainder under Mu Lan’s astonished gaze.

Mu Lan’s face flushed, feeling more embarrassed than when Huo Tingxiao hugged or kissed her.

“You…”

“Mm?”

“It’s nothing.”

Mu Lan couldn’t ask, but her blushing face made Huo Tingxiao laugh.

“It’s quite normal for a married couple to share a bowl of noodles, isn’t it?”

Mu Lan sighed and decided to make things clear with Huo Tingxiao.

“Huo Tingxiao, I think we need to have a proper talk.”

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Seeing her serious expression, Huo Tingxiao’s heart pounded, but he maintained a very calm facade.

“Sure, I also want to have a proper talk with you.”