Song Ning's voice rang out first before she appeared. "Grandma, we're back!"
Song Ning was a reserved person; it was rare for her to show her excitement. When Jiang Jin heard Song Ning's voice, she knew Song Ning was especially happy.
Song Ning finally walked in with a large box in her arms. It blocked her line of sight, but she refused to let Mu Chen carry it.
Meanwhile, Mu Chen hovered next to her, just in case she needed his help. A doting smile could be seen on his face as he reminded her to be careful. He did not move his eyes away from Song Ning as he complained to Jiang Jin, "Grandma, you should tell Song Ning to take care of herself! She doesn't listen to me at all."
For some reason, Song Ning felt the atmosphere felt wrong. Her line of sight was blocked by the box so she could only turn to look at Mu Chen. She was taken aback when she saw the livid expression on Mu Chen's face.
At this moment, Sister Yu quickly stepped forward and took the box from Song Ning. She asked, "Young Madam, what did you buy?"
It was after Sister Yu took the box away that Song Ning saw two strangers in front of her. No, they were not complete strangers. One of them looked slightly familiar. She subconsciously held Mu Chen's hand; she could feel his hand was extremely cold. She called out to him in a soft voice, "Mu Chen."
Mu Chen's entire body was stiff. It was only when Song Ning called out to him that he seemed to regain his senses slightly. When he turned to look at her, his gaze was blank.
She looked at him and said with a faint smile, "Hubby, I'm thirsty..."
Mu Chen replied dully, "Okay, I'll get you a glass of water."
Following that, Mu Chen's eyes were trained up ahead, ignoring everyone; they did not stray at all as he walked toward the kitchen. His steps seemed slightly unsteady and his back was straight.
"Grandma?" Song Ning looked at Jiang Jin anxiously.
Jiang Jin said to Mu Qing and Liang Zhou in a trembling voice, "Did you see that? Did you see that? Why aren't you leaving yet? Do you want his life? Or do you want mine?"
"Mom..." Mu Qing's voice was filled with guilt and pain. Who knew if it was for his mother, his son, or both?
Song Ning knew this was not something she could intervene in. She said anxiously, "Grandma, I'm going to have a look at Mu Chen."
"Go. Hurry up," Jiang Jin said, equally as anxious.
...
When Song Ning rushed into the kitchen, she saw Mu Chen did not even have a steady grip on the glass of water. When he dropped the glass of water on the counter, he absentmindedly reached out to pick up the broken shards.
Song Ning hurriedly grabbed his hand.
His fingers and palm were red from being scalded by the boiling water, and the shards from the broken glass left a few cuts on two of his fingers and palm.
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