She Lost Memory Before the Divorce
Chapter 262 - Chapter 262 Chapter 262 He Deserves It Its All His Retribution

Chapter 262: Chapter 262: He Deserves It, It’s All His Retribution Chapter 262: Chapter 262: He Deserves It, It’s All His Retribution “Guess what?”

Huo Tingxiao teased her intentionally, and Mu Lan frowned.

“Boring!”

She looked away, deliberately making her tone a few degrees colder.

“If you’re fine, then I’m leaving.”

As soon as he heard she was about to leave, Huo Tingxiao instantly became weak.

“I pretended to be okay because I didn’t want you to worry, but actually… I’m feeling pretty bad.”

Mu Lan lifted her eyes, and the look she gave Huo Tingxiao was filled with more pity.

Forget it, since he was already lying in the hospital bed, she’d let him get away with a few cheap remarks.

“If you’re feeling bad, then you should be more honest.”

Huo Tingxiao didn’t speak. Resting against the pillow, he closed his eyes for a while, and Mu Lan occasionally checked the remainder of his IV drip. When it was almost done, she pressed the call button beside the bed. A nurse came to remove the needle, but Huo Tingxiao didn’t wake up, seeming to be truly uncomfortable.

Mu Lan had only planned to take a look at him and then leave, but seeing him like this, her feet seemed to grow roots, unable to move.

She feared she really owed him, for with his discomfort, her heart also felt a sour ache.

As if she remembered something, Mu Lan quietly left the ward, but what she didn’t know was that the moment she got up to leave and closed the door, Huo Tingxiao woke up.

He slowly opened his eyes, feeling lost and mocking himself. He knew he had no right to ask her to stay, but despite that, he couldn’t help wanting her to care for him.

He closed his eyes again and drifted into a groggy sleep.

What he didn’t expect was that to his surprise, when he woke up, there was a familiar scent in the room.

Upon opening his eyes, he saw Mu Lan in front of him, changed into comfortable clothes and holding a thermos.

Huo Tingxiao watched her unblinkingly, afraid it was just a hallucination.

“You…”

“I went back and made some mini wontons.”

Mu Lan spoke in her usual tone, but it shocked Huo Tingxiao so much that an overwhelming torrent of emotions nearly burst forth from the depths of his eyes.

Had she left just now to make these?

He had thought…

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

Mu Lan felt somewhat uncomfortable under his gaze and started to explain herself.

“Don’t get me wrong; He Yan told me that whenever your stomach is upset, you crave mini wontons. You helped me so much in Paris; this is simply reciprocity.”

Huo Tingxiao didn’t speak. He had thought he would never again taste something she made with her own hands.

Mu Lan dished the mini wontons from the thermos into a bowl and handed it to Huo Tingxiao. His eyes welled up as he ate; her cooking was still so good. It was the taste of home, something he had taken for granted before, never realizing that it all came from her painstaking effort and full commitment.

He ate hurriedly, as if he hadn’t eaten in days, prompting Mu Lan to advise:

“Slow down. You have a stomach problem, and eating this fast… don’t you want to get discharged?”

Her tone wasn’t exactly kind, but Huo Tingxiao found it oddly comforting.

If only she could always take care of him like this.

But he didn’t dare think about the future; today’s tenderness was enough to intoxicate him.

“Have you eaten?”

The bowl was nearly empty when he thought to ask her.

“I’m not hungry. I can’t eat right now. Take your time; there’s no rush.”

Sitting at the bedside, Mu Lan’s tone was gentle. Huo Tingxiao savored this moment of warmth, thinking that this bout of stomach pain was well worth it.

“How’s the dress situation going?”

When the subject came up, Mu Lan couldn’t help but shake her head.

“Just like I thought before, Luo Ning didn’t want to cooperate at all, but I did everything I could. Even if I failed, I wouldn’t regret it in my heart.

Today, Liu Ai visited my studio and took a liking to one of the sets, planning to wear it to the award ceremony.”

Huo Tingxiao raised his eyebrows. Were she and Liu Ai that close? He had no idea. There must be many things he didn’t know about her; every time he thought about it, he felt like a real jerk. He deserved his stomach pain, deserved to be hospitalized. It was all karmic retribution that he should rightly endure, thought Huo Tingxiao.

“If your dress is worn by Liu Ai, it will definitely become a topic of conversation since she is a supermodel. The hanger effect is obvious once the photos are out.”

Mu Lan quite agreed with this point.

“Indeed, I’ll have to have her come to my studio to take her measurements later.

Speaking of Luo Ning, she is quite an interesting person. She went out of her way to make things difficult for me, even specifically asking me to go to Lin Yize’s house.”

Mu Lan didn’t know why she casually mentioned this to Huo Tingxiao.

The man’s expression changed immediately. He had never had any regard for Lin Yize, a man who always coveted someone else’s wife could not amount to anything good.

“She did it on purpose.”

A woman associated with Pei Zhao probably had no good intentions.

“Then I saw Auntie Yun. She hasn’t been in good health recently. Strangely enough, even though I don’t remember anything after the amnesia, I still feel particularly close to her.”

Huo Tingxiao looked up at Mu Lan, seeing that she was quite open, not hiding anything, and being very generous in her demeanor, he couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous.

“Did you meet Lin Yize then?”

In the end, he couldn’t help asking.

Mu Lan noticed his furrowed brows, the reluctance in his heart, yet he tried to pretend it didn’t matter, which she found refreshingly amusing.

“I did.”

The hand Huo Tingxiao had wrapped around the spoon involuntarily tightened.

“And then?”

Mu Lan looked at him frankly.

“I left as soon as I saw him return. After all, there was nothing to talk about. After so many years, we’ve become strangers to each other.”

Hearing her say this made the worry in Huo Tingxiao’s heart subside.

Thinking back, she was very eager about Lin Yize, but now looking back, it’s not incomprehensible. After all, at that time, her memory stayed at eighteen years old. To her, Lin Yize was just a friend with a not-so-bad relationship.

“Lin Yize’s feelings for you…”

After all, he cared a lot deep down.

“Miss Cheng cares about you a lot too.”

“I don’t have those kinds of feelings for her.”

“Nor do I have them for him.”

Mu Lan’s knack for turning the tables was truly masterful; Huo Tingxiao immediately lost his momentum.

Bowed his head and silently ate the small wontons. After one bowl was finished, he asked her for a second, as if there’d be no more chance after this.

Before he realized it, Huo Tingxiao had eaten all the small wontons in the thermal container, not even leaving any soup.

“You ate so much; you might have stomach discomfort later.”

“I threw up everything I ate at noon. Eating this shouldn’t make me feel too full.”

Huo Tingxiao didn’t tell the truth; he was afraid that if he really felt unwell again, Mu Lan would blame herself.

“It’s getting late. You should rest; I’m going back.”

After tidying up the thermal container, Mu Lan was about to get up and leave when Huo Tingxiao wanted to keep her, unintentionally letting out an exclamation of pain.

“Ouch…”

Mu Lan anxiously looked at him, her eyes filled with unmistakable concern. Feeling a stir in his heart, Huo Tingxiao forgot everything he had said before and pulled her towards him, wrapping her in his arms.

“Don’t go, okay?”

Mu Lan was stunned for a moment, her heart pounding intensely.