Reborn: Femme Fatale First Daughter (PART 2)

Chapter 263-264

Chapter 263 A Feigned Rejection: Mo Xueyan Entered the Scheme

In the study, Mo Xuetong's leg had been bandaged. A strong herbal aroma permeated the air. Her face pale, Mo Xuetong sat askew against the couch. Mo Lan and Mo Yu were picking up the discarded strips and dressings!

Mo Huawen lightly coughed from outside the room.

He heard his daughter's joyful voice. "Father's back. Mo Lan, don't pick up the bandages anymore. Pour Father a cup of hot tea to warm his body."

"I will, Miss, right away," Mo Lan said with a smile.

Following that was the noise of someone plonking things down. It was a little disorganized and noisy—unlike how the quiet study used to be.

But this feeling made warmth surge up Mo Huawen's heart.

There used to be a woman keeping him company in the study. Her charming smiles and conversation diluted its cold severity. She was like the warm sun in winter, always illuminating his heart whenever he needed her.

But since her departure, his study had resumed its austere silence. He had not noticed that silence before, yet now he was feeling its coldness. Even the air to him seemed chillingly dense. He rarely allowed those concubines of his to enter his study. Even if they had something to report, they would have to wait outside.

Even the favored Mo Xuemin would not be allowed into the study.

This room seemed to be the undeniable center of his heart. For most days of the year, he would remain in the room.

He was already used to that cold, lifeless silence. But now that he heard Tong'er's voice in the room, he felt that it sounded so suitable. It was as if she should be in this room—occupying the most important position in his heart.

His frosty face involuntarily relaxed and a slight smile rose from the depths of his eyes.

The butler behind him heaved a sigh of relief. At last, the master had recovered.

After leaving the butler to deal with the incident's aftermath, Mo Huawen strode into the room. Mo Yu was already at the door welcoming him. When she saw him enter, she greeted him respectfully, "Old sir."

"Father, come here, quick. It's warm here. Mo Lan has got servants to add burning coals underneath." Mo Xuetong tried to struggle out of her couch. She held to its side, one leg on the floor. She was tottering.

Mo Huawen immediately advanced two steps and helped her up. "Your leg's hurt. Why go to all this trouble? You used to be a quiet girl when you were young. Why are you so mischievous now?"

Although he seemed to be reprimanding her, they were mild reproaches. The love in his eyes could not be disguised. Still, he pretended to be indifferent. Mo Yu by the side was pursing her lips, secretly delighted.

"I'm fine. The physician said that I have only hurt my tendons. No serious injury, although I must rest properly and not go out." Mo Xuetong said this sweetly and smilingly put her hand on Mo Huawen's arm. Since she would totter, she decided to sit down instead. She took Mo Lan's tea and offered it to Mo Huawen.

"Father, this is freshly brewed tea. Have some. Because of some urgent matter, I got up this morning in a hurry. You must have caught a cold, Father. I've prepared hot water a long time ago and was waiting for you."

Her pale face seemed even a little flushed from the blazing stove in the room. Her childish endearments, trying so hard to please him, was so adorably heartfelt that Mo Huawen's heart ache.

After taking the tea and sipping a mouthful, he felt the coldness in his heart to have been swept away completely, as the hot drink trickled down his throat and coursed warmly through his limbs. Mo Huawen put the tea to one side and lectured her with a solemn face. "In the future, don't do these trivial things. You've hurt your bone and tendon. Stay in bed for 100 days and recuperate quietly, if nothing's the matter."