Farm Girl's Manor
Chapter 112: Space Exposure (1)_1

Chapter 112: Chapter 112: Space Exposure (1)_1

When Mo Yan woke up again, she was already lying in her own big bed. But as soon as she sat up, she was immediately overwhelmed by the tears of the three little ones. She had to console them helplessly for a while until they finally stopped crying.

"Sis, you have no idea, when you were sent back last night, not moving at all, we were all terrified. Dad almost went mad with worry," Xin Er said

Xin Er tightly grasped her sister’s hand, and as she spoke, tears streamed down her face again.

Since her sister’s disappearance, their father had been waiting for news at the Government Office since dawn, and at night, he came home and couldn’t sleep at all. They, the siblings, couldn’t help much and could only wait at home, unable to enjoy their food or sleep. As soon as they closed their eyes, they had nightmares. If their sister didn’t come back, not to mention their father going crazy, the siblings themselves would be devastated.

Mo Yan hugged them tightly, blinking hard to hold back her tears. Without asking, she could imagine what a state of panic they had been in over the past few days just by looking at the three little ones’ gaunt faces.

It was then that Qingze heard the noise in the room and came in after knocking on the door.

Mo Yan looked up and saw her father, with bloodshot eyes and an exhausted face, looking as if he had aged a decade. She opened her mouth, called out "Dad," and then couldn’t utter another word.

Seeing his daughter awaken, Mo Qingze’s eyes also reddened. His large hands trembled as he stroked Mo Yan’s head, murmuring, "As long as you’ve awoken, as long as you’ve awoken..."

The family of four hugged tenderly for a long time until Mo Yan’s stomach growled with hunger. Xin Er rushed to make something for her sister to eat, and Liyan went to help, leaving only the father and daughters in the room.

Having learned that in her absence, the vegetable business had been running as usual, managed separately by Lin Meng, Lin Da, and Lin An and that they were doing well, she felt somewhat relieved.

Mo Qingze thought for a moment, then said in a grave voice, "They don’t know you were kidnapped. Dad only said you were ill and needed to rest for a while, so when you see them, make sure you don’t slip up."

"I understand," Mo Yan replied.

Mo Yan knew her father was concerned about her reputation. After all, she was already fourteen and had been kidnapped for several days. Even if she hadn’t been harmed at all, there was no telling how the story would end up being spun. To avoid trouble, feigning illness was the best strategy.

Just then, with a creak, the door opened, and Mo Yan thought it was Xin Er, but instead, a large dog’s head appeared through the crack, and a pair of dog’s eyes met hers.

Upon seeing Mo Yan, Little Flower squeezed through the door with a "woof," its tail wagging like a broom as it ran towards her. With a powerful leap from its strong hind legs, it was about to jump onto the bed.

Mo Yan certainly hadn’t forgotten that this was the chief culprit that had knocked her out last night. Without thinking, she kicked out and pushed it away.

Taken by surprise, Little Flower was pushed aside, its sturdy body almost rolling to the ground. Once it steadied itself, it looked at Mo Yan with its gleaming, accusatory eyes, as if she had done something terrible to it.

Mo Yan’s eyes twitched as she watched; she must be seeing things if she thought she saw grievance in this creature’s eyes?

"Dad, how did this thing end up in our house?" she asked.

Seeing that it still refused to give up, clumsily attempting another jump, Mo Yan quickly picked up a shoe to throw at it, intending to drive it out.

But the dog was as slippery as an eel, dodging the flying shoe nimbly to the left and right and refusing to leave.

Seeing that Mo Yan wouldn’t let it near, it became anxious, howling and scratching the ground restlessly. In a moment, dust was flying, and the well-tamped floor was marked with deep claw marks.