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

Chapter 180 Pretending to be too much

Yu Nanqing paused for two seconds, then quickly understood what it meant and followed behind it.

Because it acted so calmly, Yu Nanqing didn't expect that when she followed it to the bathroom door, she would see Shen Mochen, who had fainted in the bathtub and looked pale.

Her eyes widened at the sight, her eyelids twitched violently, her heart pounded wildly, fear gripped her, and she immediately blushed, "Shen Mochen!"

She cried out and rushed in, cupping Shen Mochen's face, which was submerged in the bathtub, her hands trembling uncontrollably.

"Shen Mochen, don't die... I... I'll never be angry with you again..." Yu Nanqing cried out, tears streaming down her face. After securing his head to prevent it from slipping down, she hurriedly got up and prepared to go back to the bedroom to get her phone to call an ambulance.

Having experienced Shen Mochen's death once, Yu Nanqing was somewhat overwhelmed by this scene again. When she stood up, she felt dizzy and her head went black. She was unsteady on her feet and almost stumbled and fell to the ground.

Tears continued to flow, her voice choked with sobs, as she forced herself to walk toward the door. Her body was ice-cold, and she had only taken two steps when her wrist was suddenly grabbed.

"Good boy..." A hoarse voice sounded behind her, making her freeze and tremble. She turned around and threw herself into Shen Mochen's arms without thinking.

She didn't say a word, but just held tightly to his collar and sobbed.

Seeing her like this, Shen Mochen frowned slightly, feeling annoyed, realizing he had probably overdone it.

He originally only intended to use a little bit of self-inflicted suffering as a ruse.

But it seems he underestimated his importance in Yu Nanqing's heart.

An indescribable emotion welled up inside me, like lukewarm water flowing gently, like flames burning intensely.

He slowly stood up, picked up the person in his arms, gently stroked her back, and coaxed her softly, "It's okay, don't worry."

Yu Nanqing nestled in his arms, burying her head tightly in his chest, her heart aching so much that her body trembled uncontrollably.

She couldn't control herself; the mere thought of his lifeless appearance just now terrified her.

Noticing that something was wrong with Jiaojiao in his arms, Shen Mochen frowned, his eyes immediately filled with worry.

He lifted her onto the sofa and sat her down. Only then did he see Yu Nanqing's appearance clearly. She was crying with tears streaming down her face, her nose was red, and her face was flushed.

"Sweetie, breathe." A hint of panic flashed in Shen Mochen's eyes as he gently stroked her cheek with his fingertips.

Yu Nanqing looked up at him, her eyelashes fluttering gently, wet with tears. She gripped Shen Mochen's clothes tightly, still sobbing. She shook her head, leaned against his chest, and after a long while, finally managed to squeeze out a few words, "No, it won't work."

She couldn't stop the gasping for breath in her chest, and she couldn't stop sobbing.

Shen Mochen reached out and placed his hand on her chest to help her catch her breath. After trying many methods without success, he frowned, leaned down, and covered her lips with his.

The breathing exercise was effective. After several breaths, Yu Nanqing finally stopped panting, and the discomfort in her heart subsided. Only then did she shiver from the cold.

Seeing that her complexion gradually returned to normal, Shen Mochen breathed a slight sigh of relief and carried her back to the room without stopping, changing her into clean clothes.

Yu Nanqing sat obediently on the edge of the bed, letting him do as he pleased, her eyes red and her mood somewhat depressed.

Shen Mochen was also wet. After making sure Yu Nanqing wouldn't catch a cold, he found some clothes to change into. When he turned around, he saw Yu Nanqing staring intently at him.

Her eyes, as if afraid he would disappear, were so bright they made his heart clench.

He lacked love since childhood, so when he felt needed by someone he liked, his heart pounded and he was overjoyed.

He slowly moved closer, making sure he wasn't mistaken, before reaching out to pull her into his arms, resting his head against her forehead, and continuously uttering words of comfort.

Yu Nanqing's eyebrows twitched slightly, and she reached out to hug him tightly. Because she had been frightened just now, she didn't want to say a word and just wanted to stay quietly in his arms.

If the phone hadn't suddenly rung, she probably would have clung to Shen Mochen all night.

She was so afraid of losing him that whenever she saw him let go of her to answer the phone, she immediately leaned over and grabbed his clothes, refusing to let go and let him leave.

Shen Mochen didn't think she was being unreasonable at all; on the contrary, he felt a surge of joy. Since he didn't want to let go of her, he simply carried her to the living room to get his phone and answered the call.

The call was from Long Aoshi's sister, Long Yaoyao, who was confirming his business trip itinerary for tomorrow.

He put the phone on speakerphone, so Yu Nanqing could hear everything clearly. Her eyes flickered, and she was in a bad mood. To avoid Shen Mochen noticing that she was overthinking things, she lowered her head and buried it in his chest when he looked down at her.

She had already met Long Yaoyao when she occasionally picked up Shen Mochen from get off work.

Whenever she had a craving and wanted to eat at a certain restaurant, she would ask Shen Mochen to pick her up. She saw him and Long Yaoyao together several times, and occasionally she would hear people from their company talking about the two of them.

Forget about the perfect match, or the domineering CEO and his charming secretary.

Although she always appeared calm and collected, she was actually furious and extremely jealous inside, wishing she could cling to Shen Mochen's waist and warn him to stay away from other women.

If Shen Mochen hadn't given her a strong sense of security, she might have done that a long time ago.

Fortunately, Shen Mochen only treated her differently.

Shen Mochen lowered his eyes and could only see the top of Yu Nanqing's head. Afraid that she would be upset, he quickly ended the conversation with a few words, his tone cold, as if the call was a scam.

Hearing that he wasn't staying there and would be coming back that night, Yu Nanqing finally raised her eyes. Despite her reluctance, she still spoke up, "If it's too late, you can stay there for one night and then come back."

Seeing that she finally spoke, Shen Mochen kissed her cheek, "No, I feel restless if I don't see my darling for a day."

“You’ll only stay there for one night if you come with me.” He added, his eyes shining with anticipation.

Yu Nanqing couldn't stand his gaze, so she tilted her head and leaned it against his arm, her fingers gently pinching the bed sheet. "You go to work, why should I go and cause trouble?"

"Go be my power bank. Just snuggle up to your wife and I'll be full of energy." Shen Mochen kissed her a few more times.

"Forget it, I have to go to work tomorrow." Yu Nanqing's lips curled into a smile, and with renewed strength, she pushed him away and rolled onto the bed.

Seeing that she finally smiled, Shen Mochen felt completely relieved and went over to hug her, kissing her while explaining why he had been drinking again that night.

He didn't mean to forget her words, but he truly had no other choice.

Long Aoshi didn't actually value him much; on the contrary, Long Aoshi seemed to be wary of him because of his abilities.

So making him drink alcohol every day and act as a foil is actually to put pressure on him.