You'd better look back, Mr. Shen is about to break.

After taking painkillers and getting an IV drip at the hospital, and undergoing numerous tests, Yu Nanqing was so sleepy that she could barely keep her eyes open. She nestled obediently in Shen Mochen's arms, and when she heard him call her name, she struggled to open her eyes and respond.

Shen Mochen looked down at her, wiped the fine sweat from her forehead, took the medicine from the doctor, and carried her back to the ward.

The next morning, Shen Mochen returned to the apartment to drop Yu Tu off. When he opened the door and entered the house, Yu Tu was packing her things. She was stunned for two seconds when she saw him coming back from outside.

"Dad," Shen Mochen called out as he closed the door, then explained, "Qingqing had an upset stomach last night, so I took her to the hospital for an injection."

Yu Tu was slightly taken aback, and frowned. "Is she alright now?"

He only just found out about something so big.

Yu Xiaoqing used to have stomach aches often, mostly caused by eating junk food at school.

He couldn't get too involved in school affairs, and could only give a few verbal reprimands each time.

"Yes, Qingqing fell asleep after receiving the injection last night." Shen Mochen nodded. "Dad, don't worry."

Yu Tu hesitated for two seconds before nodding; he trusted Xiao Shen's abilities.

He bought the earliest flight ticket, which takes off at eight o'clock. It's just past six now, so it'll be perfect for him to get there.

Shen Mochen helped him carry his suitcase, listening to his instructions the whole time. After he finished nagging, he nodded and said, "Okay, Dad, don't worry, I will take good care of Qingqing."

"Qingqing and I sent you some local specialties yesterday. You should receive them when you get back."

Yu Tu's assistant had been staying at a nearby hotel for the past few days and was waiting downstairs early this morning. As soon as Yu Tu came down, he immediately stood up from the stone stool and said, "Mr. Yu, I'm calling a taxi now."

"I'll take you," Shen Mochen said, glancing at him before stopping him.

The assistant was taken aback, looked up at him, and when he saw his face clearly, his pupils dilated slightly.

If he wasn't mistaken, the man in front of him should be the president of the Shen Group, right? Could it be... that President Yu has a new business partner?

He had many questions in his mind, but he didn't dare to ask them, and only said, "Thank you for your help."

After seeing the two off at the airport, Shen Mochen rushed back to the hospital without stopping.

When he arrived at the ward, Yu Nanqing had just woken up. She sat on the bed with a bewildered look on her face, staring blankly at the wall.

Shen Mochen's brow twitched slightly. He reached out and pushed open the door, put down the breakfast he had bought, hugged her, and kissed her twice. "Awake?"

Yu Nanqing was startled by his sudden closeness. Hearing the question, she turned her head to look at him, her pupils focusing for a moment before she smiled and said, "Mm."

"I just saw Dad off at the airport. Shall we have some breakfast before going back?" Shen Mochen asked, lifting his eyes as he put on her socks.

"Hmm." Yu Nanqing frowned, then nodded. After he put her socks on, she reached out and hooked her arms around his neck, hanging on him. "It's all that little dumpling's fault, otherwise I could have gone to see Dad off today."

Shen Mochen held her as they sat down in a chair, and opened the breakfast box. "So, my sweetie, are you still going to be obedient from now on?"

Yu Nanqing pursed her lips, feeling that the scope of the statement was too broad. She shook her head and then nodded, "Take selective listening."

Listen to the good things, ignore the bad things.

"Listen if you want to hear it, don't listen if you don't want to hear it?" Shen Mochen saw right through her, wiped the chopsticks and handed them to her.

Yu Nanqing was slightly taken aback, a hint of embarrassment at being seen through flashed across her face, she pursed her lips and said nothing more, burying her head in the dumplings in her bowl.

Shen Mochen sat quietly beside her, his fingers pinching the ends of her hair, circling it from the base to the tip, and then slowly letting go.

"Have you eaten?" After eating two, Yu Nanqing turned to look at him, picked up an extra-full one, and fed it to him.

Shen Mochen took it into his mouth without hesitation, his eyes still fixed on her, his gaze lingering, as if he were eating not dumplings, but his precious wife.

"Yeah, we ate together at the airport when we saw Dad off." He replied, nuzzling his head against her shoulder a couple of times, his eyes, slightly bloodshot, filled with weariness.

He had been having nightmares for the past few nights and didn't sleep at all last night. He's a bit tired now.

Yu Nanqing looked at his somewhat pale face and frowned slightly. "Go lie down for a while. I'll call you when I'm done eating."

Shen Mochen stared at her for a while, then nodded. "Okay, remember to call me, don't run off by yourself."

After saying that, he got up, took off his coat, and lay down in the quilt that still smelled of his beloved.

He was probably enveloped by the familiar scent and soon fell asleep.

After Yu Nanqing finished eating the dumplings, she turned around and saw that he was sleeping soundly. She didn't make a sound to disturb him and was about to play on her phone when she came out last night, but she didn't expect that she hadn't brought it with her.

She sighed, her gaze falling on the coat Shen Mochen had just placed on the cabinet. After hesitating for two seconds, she picked up Shen Mochen's phone.

She figured Shen Mochen wouldn't refuse her playing with his phone.

She doesn't have the habit of checking up on him, so she rarely touches his phone.

The lock screen is a photo of her and Shen Mochen, and the desktop wallpaper is a picture of her.

Yu Nanqing felt inexplicably embarrassed. She had never seen this desktop photo before! She had never seen the uniform she was wearing before either.

As she thought about it, she suddenly remembered the wall full of photos she had seen at Shuijun Bay last time.

She didn't know when Shen Mochen secretly took the photos behind her back, but he really was a pervert.

She glanced sideways at Shen Mochen on the bed, and curiously clicked into his photo album. It was password protected; it contained her birthday photos.

When she saw the photos in the album, her pupils dilated immediately; it was filled with her pictures.

Like a voyeur's trophy.

She blushed and dared not look closely, feeling so ashamed and angry that she wanted to crawl into a hole and hide.

He quickly clicked back, thinking he'd watch some videos, but to his surprise, Shen Mochen didn't even have a video app on his phone.

Finally, she turned her attention to the chat app, which had a mini-program for watching videos. However, Shen Mochen's chat app was password protected, so it wasn't her birthday this time.

She paused for two seconds, frowned, and tried Shen Mochen's birthday again, but it was still wrong.

After trying several times without success, she gave up completely and was about to turn off her phone and put it back when the security software suddenly popped up a message. She couldn't see the chat content, but she could see who sent it.

The note says it's Liu from the lab.

Yu Nanqing only glanced at it twice, not paying much attention, thinking it might be news about Shen Mochen's work.

After exiting, I planned to find an app store among the dazzling array of software to download a video app or something.

But after searching around, she couldn't find it. Instead, she discovered the only house-decorating mini-game she used to be able to play.

She paused for two seconds, then her Sherlock Holmes instincts kicked in, and her first thought was to check when the software had been downloaded.

The woman's intuition was right; the download was from two years ago, and it had been opened repeatedly during those two years.

Her brow twitched, and she pursed her lips as she clicked in to take a look. The little wooden house she remembered had become a magnificent villa, and even that country bumpkin had become a stunning beauty.