Chapter 146: She Knows, This is a vulnerable moment for Men.

Chapter 146

Qi Shaobai's mind flashed with various guesses.

Could it be that he had made some mistake at school again, and the head teacher had told on him to her?

Or did she have a fight with Dad?

Neither seemed likely.

Qi Shaobai searched his conscience and found his recent behavior satisfactory.

His English scores kept improving, and his science subjects were stable.

Even his weak reading comprehension in Chinese, he had been losing fewer points lately.

That the young stepmother quarreled with Dad?

Qi Shaobai thought it even more impossible.

He had never seen Dad get really angry and quarrel with anyone. Usually Dad just had a cold face, an intimidating aura.

Moreover, in his humble opinion,

If Dad really quarreled with the young stepmother, it was hard to say who would prevail.

Dad was more likely to be silently unhappy and sullen.

Of course Sheng Mumu didn't know Qi Shaobai had imagined so much in a few seconds.

Her gaze turned on the boy's puzzled face.

Her lips moved a few times, but she just couldn't tell Qi Shaobai the truth.

She only said, "Nothing, just a little tired from work today."

She forced a smile and lifted the corners of her lips.

Without meeting Qi Shaobai's doubtful eyes, she went straight to the kitchen.

To make the lie more believable, more casual.

She randomly grabbed some snacks and drinks, went upstairs with them, taking care to quicken her steps.

...

Qi Shaobai stood in the middle of the living room, frowning after her.

Seeing her relaxed back, he gradually dismissed the doubts in his heart.

After a few seconds of hesitation, he shrugged.

Maybe he had read too hard recently and muddled his mind, overthinking things.

When Qi Mo returned home after dinner, it was ten o'clock.

Pushing open the bedroom door, his chiseled features suddenly froze.

The room was not brightly lit, only a strip of lights around the edges glowed dimly.

Sheng Mumu sat on the sofa by the floor-to-ceiling window.

Holding some papers in her hands, head bowed looking out the window, her profile seemed very dejected.

He had never seen such a solemn expression on her bright, cheerful face.

His eyes darkened as he walked toward her.

Her gentle, unhurried voice floated over:

"I'll go too."

Those simple four words seemed to have a soothing magic.

In an instant, Qi Mo's throat tightened, and his nose felt sour.

Hearing the news of the old lady's illness, he had almost collapsed.

But the hands firmly holding his now soothed his anxiety and panic.

He looked at her smiling, gentle face, and a softness rippled through his heart.

Suddenly he grasped her wrist and pulled her into his embrace.

Before Sheng Mumu could react, her head was buried in the man's chest.

His clean, crisp, cool scent enveloped her completely.

The back of her head was controlled by his big hand, as if he wanted to press her into his chest.

Sheng Mumu could feel his chin on her head, his presence extremely strong.

Qi Mo's low, hoarse voice carried a barely detectable tremor.

"Mumu, thank you."

If it weren't for her insistence on multiple checks for Old Lady...

The consequences were unthinkable to Qi Mo.

The pain of losing his sister when he was young was still vivid.

It was Old Lady who had pulled him out of the mire and restored his confidence.

He couldn't bear even a shred of bad news about Old Lady.

Sheng Mumu felt she could hardly breathe.

She was about to be kneaded into his bones.

The man's chest was very hard, not comfortable to lean on.

But she didn't push away, letting him hold her.

She knew this was the man's moment of fragility.

He would certainly recover, and become the indestructible giant again.

Become composed, assured, nonchalant Boss Qi again.

But right now,

He was just Old Lady's worried grandson.

An ordinary man who had longed for a hug, always afraid of losing something.

Just staying quietly with him would be enough.

The surroundings were exceptionally quiet.

In her ears was the strong, steady beat of his heart.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the moonlight was clear and bright.

It cast their silhouettes in a misty silver glow.