A fashion queen

After Mo Yunting finished his conversation with the doctors, he rushed back to the ward. Upon entering, he walked straight to Cui Xueying, sat down, and gently embraced her. He gently patted her back with his broad palm, trying to give her endless comfort and strength, saying softly, "Don't worry too much, honey. Trust me, everything will get better."

Cui Xueying slowly raised her head, gazing lovingly at the man before her—Mo Yunting. A subtle glint of dependence flickered in her eyes as she softly replied, "Thank you, Yunting. If it weren't for your constant support and encouragement by my side, I really don't know how I would have gotten through this difficult time."

Mo Yunting lowered his head slightly and kissed her smooth forehead affectionately. His tone was firm and sincere, "Silly girl, we are family. There's no need to be so formal. Don't worry, I have carefully arranged the best medical team and experienced nurses. Your father will definitely receive the best medical care. The most important thing for you right now is to take good care of yourself and don't exhaust yourself."

After hearing this, Cui Xueying nodded obediently, then snuggled even closer into Mo Yunting's firm, warm embrace, savoring this rare peace and tranquility. At this moment, the nurse came in for rounds and, upon seeing this scene, smiled and said, "With such filial children like you, the patient will surely recover quickly."

Mo Yunting slowly turned his head, looking at the nurse with soft and warm eyes. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, outlining a polite and humble smile, and he said softly: "Thank you very much, please take good care of my wife." His voice was low and magnetic, as if it contained endless tenderness and care.

The nurse was touched by his sincere request and nodded with a smile, promising to do her best to take good care of the patient. She then began to carefully check the various medical instruments to ensure that everything was functioning properly.

Mo Yunting gently patted Cui Xueying's slender hand, his eyes full of tenderness, and said softly, "Dear, you should have a good rest first. I'll go out and buy you some delicious food." Cui Xueying blinked, her eyes flashing with trust and dependence. She nodded gently and replied, "Well, go ahead. I'll wait for you here obediently."

Mo Yunting gazed lovingly at Cui Xueying's pale yet still beautiful face. Then, he slowly leaned over and placed a feather-soft kiss on her smooth forehead. This kiss, filled with love and attachment, sent a surge of warmth through Cui Xueying's heart. Then, he stood up, turned around, and walked out of the ward with a firm step.

Watching Mo Yunting's receding figure, the nurse couldn't help but sigh heartily, "Oh, ma'am, your husband is truly wonderful!" Her voice was filled with admiration and praise, and her eyes were filled with envy. It was as if she were saying, "How wonderful it would be if I could have such a thoughtful and caring partner!"

When Cui Xueying heard the word "Madam," a faint blush crept across her pale cheeks, as delicate and charming as a first blooming peach blossom in spring. A flicker of surprise flashed across her eyes, but it was quickly concealed, replaced by a gentle, shy smile. The title filled her with both surprise and joy, seemingly dispelling the gloom that had lingered for days.

However, Cui Xueying herself knew that, deep down, she had always longed to be Mo Yunting's wife in name only. Although they were already married, they still lacked the tacit understanding and affection that came with supporting each other through thick and thin. Now, hearing the nurse address her like that, Cui Xueying's heart raced. She secretly told herself to cherish the happiness she had and work hard to nurture this hard-earned relationship.

Meanwhile, after leaving the hospital, Mo Yunting drove directly to a renowned high-end restaurant in the city center. This restaurant, with its exquisite culinary skills and elegant ambiance, attracted countless diners to enjoy its delicious cuisine. Upon entering, Mo Yunting skillfully ordered several of Cui Xueying's favorite dishes, specifically instructing the chef to prepare them with care and ensure each dish was cooked to perfection.

While waiting for the dishes to arrive, Mo Yunting felt particularly cheerful. He imagined Cui Xueying's delighted expression upon seeing these delicious dishes, and a slight smile curled his lips. Time ticked by, and finally, the waiter brought the deliciously presented dishes to the table. Mo Yunting carefully inspected them, confirmed they were all present, and carefully packed them into elegant containers before leaving the restaurant, filled with joy.

Not long after, Mo Yunting returned to the ward, carrying the exquisite lunch box filled with love and warmth. The moment he pushed open the door, he happened to meet Cui Xueying's expectant eyes... The moment he pushed open the door, he saw Cui Xueying's face filled with a faint smile, and his mood also became cheerful.