The Soul-Bound Priceless Currency

Lin Yu's words made Xia Muzhu very happy.

She did not care whether what Lin Yu said were his true inner thoughts.

But since he was willing to say such things, it proved that deep down, he still cared about her.

The night ended up passing peacefully.

Xia Muzhu, who had not had much rest that day, lay on Lin Yu's chest and quickly fell asleep.

On the contrary, Lin Yu could not sleep because of this unexpected incident that had just been resolved.

He had said so much just now; Lin Yu could hardly keep track of how many promises he had made and how many truths he had slightly tweaked.

He vaguely remembered that his past self would not have made promises so easily.

Because his past self always felt that promises were worth their weight in gold, an intangible currency deeply tied to one's reputation and soul.

Once you made a promise, you had to fulfill it.

That was a matter of course.

That was an unalterable principle.

Yeah.

Thinking about it now, he was quite noble back then.

Lin Yu felt his heart grow a bit lighter, as if he had inexplicably lost something.

He did not lose it just now.

He had lost it a long time ago.

It was just that he had only realized it now...

...

Lin Yu smacked his lips lightly, suddenly craving a cigarette.

After struggling for a moment, Lin Yu eventually restrained his desire and did not get out of bed to smoke.

Because Xia Muzhu was still lying on him, and Lin Yu did not want to disturb her light sleep.

Closing his eyes, Lin Yu slowly exhaled.

In a night without mindless short videos to push time forward, he fell asleep exceptionally late...

...

Early the next morning, half-asleep, Lin Yu felt an emptiness beside him.

Groggily opening his eyes, Lin Yu found that Xia Muzhu was already gone.

After he lounged in bed for a while, Xia Muzhu walked in from outside.

She sat sideways on the bed, her azure eyes brimming with a gentle smile. She lightly pressed her finger against the tip of Lin Yu's nose and said softly,

Get up and eat.

Lin Yu twitched his nose, which tickled a bit from Xia Muzhu's poke.

Looking at her sitting on the edge of the bed, her curvaceous figure even more pronounced, he got a wicked idea. He pulled Xia Muzhu into his arms and held her tightly.

A striking blush appeared on Xia Muzhu's milky-white skin.

However, things did not develop as she expected. Lin Yu just held her and lay there quietly for a while.

Then he got up to get ready for breakfast.

Arriving at the dining room, Lin Yu looked at the bowl of golden millet porridge on the table. His appetite was instantly whetted, and he could not wait to sit down at the table.

Xia Muzhu's cooking skills had always been excellent.

Some simple ingredients would become extraordinary in her hands.

For example, the bowl of millet porridge in front of him.

Lin Yu did not know what she did during cooking to make the millet porridge so thick and rich.

Picking up the spoon beside him, just as Lin Yu was about to start eating, his brows furrowed. He suddenly noticed something was not quite right.

What were these bright red things floating on top of the millet porridge?

Lin Yu poked at it a couple of times with his spoon and saw the full appearance of the red ingredient.

Goji berries?

What did this mean?

Lin Yu's eyes widened, feeling insulted.

Before Lin Yu could voice his question, Xia Muzhu walked out of the kitchen and placed the water pitcher in her hand on the table.

Lin Yu took one look and was so angry that smoke could have come out of his ears.

Inside the transparent pitcher, the hot water was a cloudy orange-red color.

Looking closer, an entire layer of bright red goji berries was floating on the surface of the water.

???

What was the meaning of this?!

Looking down on me, huh?

Lin Yu glared at Xia Muzhu angrily, waiting for her to give an explanation.

Facing Lin Yu's questioning glare, Xia Muzhu chose to play dumb and avoided looking at him.

But she could not hold it back entirely; a half-smile played at the corners of her mouth.

Damn it!

This was absolutely intolerable!

Furious, Lin Yu immediately decided to correct Xia Muzhu's mistaken perception of him.

Forgetting about breakfast, Lin Yu grabbed a hard-boiled egg, cracked it on the table, roughly peeled off the shell along the cracks, and shoved the whole egg into his mouth.

After a quick replenishment of energy, Lin Yu scooped Xia Muzhu up into his arms, turned around, and strode right back the way he came...

...

Back at the dining table, Lin Yu calmly drank the now completely cold millet porridge and ate the refreshing pickled vegetables that Xia Muzhu had made herself.

As he ate and drank, Lin Yu's gaze drifted once again to the pitcher full of goji berry water.

Sniffing, Lin Yu still poured himself a cup.

Yeah.

Not for any other reason.

But to fight for the future!

After slowly finishing breakfast, Lin Yu changed his clothes and got ready to head out.

Before leaving, Lin Yu went to the bedroom door, originally intending to tell Xia Muzhu to rest easy and that he would go check on Xia Yueshan.

But seeing her sleeping soundly on the bed, Lin Yu closed his mouth and let out a disdainful chuckle instead.

Heh.

Trying to be cheeky with me at this level?

Does she not understand the true value of innate talent combined with extreme post-natal effort and working out?!

After leaving Xia Muzhu's house, Lin Yu stretched deeply, feeling relaxed all over.

Standing by the roadside, Lin Yu planned his itinerary for the rest of the day.

First, he would go check on Xia Yueshan.

Although there were people taking care of him twenty-four hours a day, perhaps influenced by Xia Muzhu, Lin Yu always felt a bit uneasy if he did not go take a look himself.

After seeing Xia Yueshan, Lin Yu planned to make a trip to Qing Mo's place.

Now that he had handled things with Xia Muzhu and Tang Manman.

Only her side was left.

Although she had almost no resistance to these matters, he could not just carelessly neglect her.

Yeah.

Either way, he still had to go through the motions and ask her.

Hailing a taxi by the roadside, Lin Yu went to the hospital to visit Xia Yueshan.

Xia Yueshan looked the same as before, lying quietly on the bed.

Lin Yu could not see any difference.

However, the professional doctors all said that Xia Yueshan was in a very good state now.

He was in a state similar to a light coma.

He might wake up any day now.

Hearing this, Lin Yu was very satisfied.

Up to now, Xia Yueshan had twenty-four-hour professional nursing care, as well as daily stimulation and rehabilitation treatments.

These treatments were indispensable for his current good condition.

After staying in the hospital for a little while and talking to Xia Yueshan, Lin Yu got up to leave, heading straight to Qing Mo's house.

Although Qing Mo's small manor could not be called heavily guarded, it still had security guards and servants.

However, to Lin Yu, these people were practically non-existent.

They all knew the relationship between this guy and their boss.

They would not dare stop him for the world!

However, Lin Yu came up empty this time.

Qing Mo was not at home. Lin Yu sent a message to ask, only to find out she was in another province discussing some rather important projects.

Learning that she was not in H City, Lin Yu felt quite relieved.

It looked like he could take a day off now.

Not bad.

Awesome.

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