Volume One, Chapter Five: Falling in His Bathroom

Mo Xingyuan walked into the bathroom, not intending to pay any more attention to Su Li.

In the quiet room, Su Li touched her throat; for a moment, she’d truly thought he was going to strangle her.

He didn’t need to say a word—she would stay far away from him anyway.

She shifted further into the shadows, unable to stop herself from sighing. The road to becoming a wealthy woman was clearly blocked.

When Mo Xingyuan emerged from the bathroom, he glanced toward the door, but she was no longer in her original spot.

He thought she had left, but after a few steps, he saw her hiding in the dim corner.

Su Li was sitting on the floor, messaging Lu Jing.

Knowing Su Li was spending the night in the same room as Mo Xingyuan, Lu Jing was naturally worried for her.

Su Li snapped a photo of the floor and sent it to Lu Jing.

“Don’t worry, I’m more eager to touch his heart than his body.”

Just as she sent the message, she heard a faint sound.

She looked up to see Mo Xingyuan in gray pajamas, the open collar revealing a neck so fair it would make any woman envious, the prominent Adam’s apple exuding a quiet sensuality.

His hair was still damp, and with his eyes lowered in lazy indifference, he resembled a noble Maine Coon—handsome and utterly captivating.

His features were truly flawless, the kind of beauty that left no room for criticism.

To have such a man as a husband—just to look at him was already a gain.

“You should rest early,” Su Li said out of courtesy, remembering his health wasn’t good.

Mo Xingyuan walked straight to the bed, never glancing at her, pulled back the covers, got in, and turned off the light.

Su Li: “……”

In the vast bedroom, Su Li felt like a stray cat that had wandered into someone else’s home. The owner didn’t welcome her, and all she could do was hide in the darkness, trying to make herself invisible.

Suddenly, Su Li lost the urge to share anything with Lu Jing.

From Mo Xingyuan’s perspective, his behavior was perfectly reasonable.

If their positions were swapped, she would probably have called the police.

Leaning against the wall, she found the room warm enough, thanks to the heating.

She put down her phone and, staying in this unfamiliar place with a man who was both a stranger and her husband, felt a strange, unsettling sensation.

Recalling the events of the past few days, it all seemed like a dream—one that made her want to laugh but left a bitter taste.

She sighed quietly and closed her eyes.

An old saying drifted through her mind: The road you choose, you must walk to the end—even if it’s on your knees.

Su Li woke up from the cold.

When she opened her eyes, she hadn’t been carried to bed by the master of the house, nor did she have a blanket over her—none of those comforting gestures had happened.

Men could be merciless indeed.

Mo Xingyuan was already dressed and ready, standing not far away. “There are clean clothes in the bathroom. Freshen yourself up. Don’t let people think I mistreated you.”

Su Li rubbed her nose and couldn’t help but sneeze.

Did he really care what others thought?

She propped herself up against the wall to stand; after sitting for so long, her legs were numb, her back ached, and even her neck felt sore.

Mo Xingyuan watched her struggle into the bathroom with a cold gaze, feeling an unexpected stir of emotion.

He hadn’t expected her to actually spend the whole night sitting on the floor.

She’d married him but kept her distance—a sign of her good sense.

Suddenly, his phone rang.

Glancing at the caller ID, he looked toward the bathroom.

He answered the call.

“Mo Xingyuan, I fell.”

On the other end, Su Li’s voice came through, choked with tears.

Mo Xingyuan frowned; he’d just thought she was being sensible, and now she was making trouble.

“If you fell, then get up.”

Tears welled in Su Li’s eyes from the pain, and at his cold words, they spilled over.

If she could get up, would she have called him?

“I can’t move,” Su Li sniffled, her voice muffled and trembling.

She’d been balancing on one foot while taking off her pants, and somehow twisted something; her leg gave way, and she fell.

Luckily, she’d managed to grab her phone as she went down, otherwise she’d have been screaming her lungs out.

His heartless response left her feeling aggrieved, but she couldn’t blame anyone else.

When the other end went silent, Su Li could imagine him thinking she deserved it.

“Mo Xingyuan…” she called again.

“C…”

She heard the beginning of a word, and then the call ended.

Just as she thought there was no hope, the bathroom door opened.

Mo Xingyuan appeared, his face dark as he looked down at her sprawled on the floor, irritation clear in his eyes.

She was wearing only a black bra on her upper body, exposing fair skin, with one leg still trapped in her jeans, the other bare.

He’d never seen a more awkward or unseemly sight.

Su Li knew she must look a mess.

She didn’t want to, but here she was.

Having him stare at her like that was mortifying; her face burned with embarrassment.

“I really can’t get up,” Su Li insisted, trying to prove she wasn’t lying. She braced herself and tried to lift her waist, but the pain brought tears to her eyes.

Mo Xingyuan’s gaze darkened. He bent down and slid his arms under her, lifting her up.

The moment his hands touched her, his throat tightened, and he forcibly suppressed the strange feeling in his chest, carrying her out without looking at her, and placed her on the bed.

Su Li didn’t care that it was his bed; she yanked the covers over herself and murmured a thank you.

She’d never been so embarrassed.

Anywhere would have been better to fall than his bathroom, and with her clothes half off, no less.

The only thing to be grateful for was that she hadn’t been completely naked.

Biting her lip, she couldn’t bring herself to speak for a moment, so deep was her embarrassment.

Mo Xingyuan pulled out his phone and made a call.

“Come by the old house… No, not me… Mm.”

After hanging up, he glanced at the woman burrowed under the blanket.

Just thinking of her half-dressed and lying in his bed made his brow furrow.

This woman really knew how to stir up trouble.

A magnet for chaos.

After a moment of silence, Su Li guessed he’d called a doctor for her. She timidly poked her head out from the covers. “Could you help me with my clothes?”

Mo Xingyuan didn’t move.

“If someone else sees me like this…” Su Li bit her lip. “Legally, I’m your wife. Sleeping in your bed…”

“Shut up.”

He went into the bathroom and brought out a set of women’s loungewear, tossing it to her.

Earlier, Su Li had noticed a large walk-in closet in the bathroom, fully stocked with toiletries, women’s underwear, and loungewear—everything thoughtfully prepared.

She took the clothes and started to change, but putting on the pants proved impossible.

Her waist ached, and she couldn’t lift her leg; there was no way to get them on.

She could only look at Mo Xingyuan.

He could read her plea in her eyes, and his face turned as dark as a summer thunderstorm.

“Please help,” Su Li pleaded. She truly had no other choice; she simply couldn’t move.

This was a first for her, too.

“If you’d rather call the housekeeper, that’s fine…”

Mo Xingyuan finally approached the bed, not gently at all, and pulled the blanket aside, exposing her completely.