A whirlwind marriage leads to doting affection; the husband pampers her every night.

When Mo Ze returned to the hospital, as soon as he stepped out of the elevator, a nurse told him that Shen Nian had just woken up.

He gently pushed open the door and went in. Shen Nian sat blankly on the bed, looking out the window, not even noticing him enter the room.

Mo Ze walked around to the other side of the bed and softly called, "Niannian~"

Shen Nian then turned to look at him and smiled faintly, "Uncle, you've come."

She didn't ask where Mo Ze had gone, but simply said, "Uncle, could I borrow your phone for a moment? I need to call my roommate." Her phone and backpack were both missing, and Sisi, Lin Ling, and Chen Jia must be very worried.

Mo Ze handed over his phone, saying, "I already told your roommate yesterday."

Shen Nian was slightly taken aback, not expecting him to be so thorough. However, she still called Lin Ling again, since Mo Ze had Lin Ling's phone in his pocket.

The call went unanswered for a short time, and Lin Ling's anxious voice came through, "Mr. Mo, is something wrong with Niannian again?"

"Lingling, it's me," Shen Nian said softly.

Upon hearing her voice, Lin Ling's voice choked up immediately. A moment later, Wu Sisi and Chen Jia's voices also came through the phone.

"Niannian, are you alright?"

"Which hospital are you in? We'll come visit you."

Shen Nian felt a warmth in her heart. "I'm fine. I'll be discharged tomorrow. Don't bother coming."

Actually, the three roommates had planned to come when they received Mo Ze's call. However, Mo Ze said that Shen Nian was frightened and needed to rest, so they gave up. Now that they heard Shen Nian say that she could be discharged from the hospital tomorrow, they all breathed a sigh of relief and felt at ease.

“Okay, we’ll wait for you in the dorm. We’ll go out for a big meal together then,” Lin Ling said.

"Okay," Shen Nian replied with a smile.

After hanging up the phone, she returned it to Moze.

Mo Ze took the phone and asked uncertainly, "Are you... alright?"

Shen Nian looked up at Mo Ze and smiled brightly, "I'm fine, Uncle. Thank you for saving me again. I guess I'm pretty unlucky." She even made a self-deprecating joke.

Moze was finally completely relieved.

He also smiled and reached out to ruffle Shen Nian's hair, saying with a grin, "Silly girl."

It's not that you're unlucky; it's clearly someone with malicious intentions.

Shen Nian seems to possess an indomitable resilience. No matter how difficult the situation, she is like a little sun, warming herself and illuminating others.

Mo Ze looked at her, and a warmth rose in his heart.

"Uncle, I should be able to be discharged from the hospital tomorrow, right?" Shen Nian asked. Tomorrow was her birthday, and she had an important matter to attend to.

"Get a good night's sleep tonight, and you can be discharged tomorrow," Moze replied.

“Okay,” Shen Nian immediately lay down, ready to sleep.

Mo Ze quickly stopped her, "You haven't eaten yet." Just then, there was a knock on the door, and the food was brought in—some easily digestible porridge with a bowl of soup. The doctor had instructed that because of the previous dehydration, the diet should be light and easy to digest. So, Mo Ze had been having porridge and noodles prepared for the past two days.

After filling her stomach, Shen Nian lay down and quickly fell asleep again. She slept very peacefully, probably because she knew that Mo Ze was right next to her. That sense of security that only her mother used to give her returned.

Mo Ze sat on the edge of the bed. He had just finished tidying up the dining table, then went to talk to the doctor about his discharge. When he came back, he saw that Shen Nian had fallen asleep.

Shen Nian had been sleeping with her brows furrowed for the past two days, but tonight she finally relaxed. Mo Ze stared at the person on the bed for a while, then reached out and gently stroked her cheek before getting up and walking to the bedside.

He made a phone call and instructed, "It's time to close the net."

-

Shen Nian was discharged from the hospital early the next morning. Mo Ze took her back to her dormitory and then went back to the company.

Since it was Monday, all three roommates went to class. Shen Nian had a major class in the morning, and she asked her teacher for leave in advance. The four of them met up for lunch at the cafeteria.

Everyone asked with concern, "Niannian, are you alright? What happened?"

Shen Nian jokingly said that she might be unlucky and always gets targeted by bad people.

"Luckily, you have your husband from that whirlwind marriage, otherwise we really wouldn't know where to look for you. By the time the police tracked down the clues, you'd probably already been sold off." Lin Ling said, praising Mo Ze lavishly, then stared at Shen Nian, "Nian Nian, don't you have any other thoughts?"

"Wh-what are you thinking?" Shen Nian asked blankly as she took a bite of noodles with her head down.

"Oh dear, there's no hope, no hope. Mr. Mo is so pitiful," Lin Ling sighed. Even Wu Sisi and Chen Jia nodded in agreement with Lin Ling's words.

Seeing that Shen Nian had no reaction, Lin Ling continued, "Nian Nian, look, you and President Mo have already registered your marriage. Why not make this a real marriage and secure your position as the president's wife? So many people are eyeing this position and offering themselves up. We have a natural advantage."

Shen Nian put down her chopsticks. "What are you all thinking? How could an older man like me? He's the president of JK Group, you know. He could marry any woman he wanted. Besides, if I had such thoughts, wouldn't that be... marriage fraud?"

She never even dared to dream of becoming the CEO's wife. The older man had helped and saved her time and time again, and she was incredibly grateful. How could she possibly be clinging to him? Besides, with her unlucky constitution, she was genuinely worried that one day she might bring trouble to the older man.

Today is her birthday. After today, she will turn 22. Then she can inherit the shares left to her by her mother, and then she can change her 'marriage certificate' to a 'divorce certificate' with the older man, giving him his freedom.

Shen Nian's plan was simple: after receiving the shares, she would give half to the uncle as promised, and sell the remaining half that belonged to her. She wanted to have no further connection with the Shen Group.

After lunch, everyone went back to the dormitory for a nap. Wu Sisi and Lin Ling had classes in the afternoon, Chen Jia's club had an activity, and Shen Nian also had a class. After class, she had to go somewhere to find someone.

Chen Ping, the former legal director of the Shen Group.

Aunt Chen called her in the morning, saying she had an important document to hand over to her personally, and Shen Nian had to go over there in the afternoon. Although Aunt Chen didn't say much on the phone, Shen Nian vaguely guessed that it was probably related to her mother's will.

Just before class was about to start in the afternoon, Shen Nian was sitting in the classroom when her phone, which was on the desk, suddenly popped up with a news article. The headline read in large letters: "[Lin Group's stock price plummets; chairman convenes emergency shareholders' meeting, bankruptcy looms.]"

Shen Nian hurriedly clicked in and glanced at the contents. It turned out that the Lin family had borrowed a lot of money to buy a piece of land in the west of the city. Now that the government's planning drawings had been officially released, the land was within the red line area, which did not allow the construction of high-rise buildings. The Lin family had confidently invested more than 1 billion yuan in the early stage, bought a lot of materials, and signed many contracts. Now it was as if all the money they had invested had gone down the drain, and they even owed the bank a lot of money that they could not repay at all.

Shen Nian glanced at the news, feeling nothing in particular. However, seeing the people who had bullied her in the past come to this end was quite satisfying.