His Worries
Mu Zi felt despair.
—She was helpless against Mu Rongcheng, but he could do whatever he wanted to her.
After her rebirth, she had been able to cope with everything except Mu Rongcheng.
He was like a stubborn nail stuck in the road ahead of her. It would not block her way, but it would cause her to stumble from time to time!
What a hateful man...
Mu Zi lay in his arms and muttered viciously in her heart.
His arms were too hard to be as comfortable as a pillow and too tight to be warm and breathable as a blanket.
She felt uncomfortable and awkward, and thought to herself, 'I definitely won't be able to sleep tonight.'
However, she gradually adapted to the clean masculine scent, and eventually...
She fell asleep.
She fell asleep faster than she had imagined.
Mu Rongcheng felt her long and slow breaths and kissed her hair gently. There was a kind of contented tenderness in his eyes.
A long, long time ago, he had wanted to hug her to sleep like this.
However, at that time, she had Mu Zening around her, while he was in a bleak situation and basically had a knife pressed to his neck every day. He could have died at any moment.
He was a man without a future, so he could not cause her to suffer too.
At the same time, he optimistically believed that she did not love Mu Zening as she did not accept him even after he had pursued her like a dog for four years.
That was why he still had a chance. In one more year, when he stabilized his power, he would have her completely.
However, reality was unpredictable—
Su Zi's grandmother suddenly grew terminally ill. The greatest wish of an elderly was to see their grandchild have a family, so Su Zi hurriedly married Mu Zening so that her grandmother could leave without regrets...
Mu Zening finally had gotten his wish after acting like a dog for four years.
Mu Rongcheng was the same.
However, he was conceited and arrogant, and could not be humble like Mu Zening. He was even more unwilling to slowly build up tender feelings like cooking a frog in warm water for four years. He was a man who did everything he could to achieve his goal, and he paid great attention to timeliness.
That was why even though he knew that Su Zi rejected and hated him, he still continued using unreasonable means to force her to accept him.
The only worry he had… Was Mu Zening.
He was confident that Su Zi did not love Mu Zening, but she had still gotten married to him in the end. Now that she was back from the dead, would they rekindle their old feelings?
Thinking about this possibility, Mu Rongcheng subconsciously tightened his grip.
The girl in his arms uttered gibberish in her sleep and shrunk in his embrace as if she felt cold.
Mu Rongcheng pulled up the thin blanket and thought to himself, 'Mu Zening is a nuisance. It'll be better to just get rid of him.'
However, he was worried that Su Zi would recall fond memories of Mu Zening and constantly keep him in her mind. From then on, Mu Zening would become a brand that never fades from her heart.
Once a person had died, all that remained would be good memories. It was better for him to live and let her see his promiscuity and incompetence. That way, she would break him off completely.
Mu Rongcheng's worries weighed heavily.
He was not a sentimental person, but because of Su Zi, he was disappointed and frustrated time and time again.
His index finger curled slightly and gently rubbed her soft and tender face. "
In the dark, no one answered him.
…
Mu Zi slept through the night.
She opened her eyes and was slightly confused from sleep. She sat in bed for a long time before she remembered—Mu Rongcheng came over last night!
A chill went down Mu Zi's back and she got out of bed immediately.
She looked at the sheets and blanket on the bed and felt a sense of discomfort.
It was as if all those things were stained with his breath and were no longer clean.
Mu Zi stripped the sheets and pillowcases and stuffed them into the laundry basket along with the thin blanket that covered her last night. She would take them to the servants for cleaning.
However, she would probably never use them again even after they were cleaned.
She met Bai Wei when she went downstairs.
"It's dirty. I'm washing it." Mu Zi said without waiting for Bai Wei to ask.
Bai Wei stared at her strangely.
"What's wrong, mom?" Mu Zi was puzzled.
Bai Wei pointed to her neck and asked curiously, "Why are there so many marks…"