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Shen Muhan remained silent, gently pecking her cheek before turning over and tightly embracing her to sleep.
In the blink of an eye, half a month had passed. The Small household had been renovated, and Xia Muxin brought over some simple furniture. During this time, she had basically settled there, with Shen Muhan accompanying her closely, rarely leaving her side. Even when he had matters to attend to, he would have Ming Yi stay by her side, fearing for her safety.
Since that incident, Su Rong had not returned. Shen Muhan was not gentle in his actions, and it would take at least a month or two for Su Xiuning to recover.
Xia Muxin was nurturing seedlings, having sown several seeds from eighteen different varieties. Some were already sprouting. Given the preciousness of these seeds, she did not dare to sow them all at once; instead, she planted them in the yard of the newly renovated Small home. It was summer now, so there was no need for a greenhouse.
It seemed that Shen Muhan was always searching for something mysterious. Xia Muxin did not pry further; after everything they had been through, she had completely trusted him.
At the same time, she hired villagers from Dayao Village to help till the soil in the area she had contracted. The weeds were too thick and deep, making it difficult to clear them out.
Fortunately, everyone was hardworking and capable, and they worked diligently. Xia Muxin was very satisfied with the progress they made.
During this time, she managed to acquire a large quantity of cotton seeds, all personally selected by her, which she then planted in the ground.
This task was time-consuming but did not require much effort; however, its usefulness was surprisingly great. Within just a few days, under her careful guidance and cooperation with the villagers, a vast field of cotton was planted...
Meanwhile, Shen Muhan paced back and forth in the study of the Fortune and Longevity Restaurant. Suddenly, a shadow knelt before him.
"Have you found anything?"
Shen Muhan stood with his hands clasped behind his back, gazing down at the shadow as he asked in a low voice.
"Your subordinate is incompetent!"
The shadow looked ashamed, unable to meet Shen Muhan's gaze but reporting truthfully.
A darkness flickered in Shen Muhan's eyes as he waved his hand to dismiss the shadow.
He had been searching for the person who had planted the Mother Gu, as that individual bore an identical appearance to Xia Muxin. His informants were spread throughout Zhushan County, ready to notify him whenever she appeared. However, despite many days passing and hearing reports of that person being active in Zhushan County, using Xia Muxin's name to do many distasteful things, he still could not find her.
The situation was so strange that it made him uneasy, fearing that Muxin might be harmed again. On the other hand, Ouyang Xuan was still missing. According to Rong Li, they had left right after Ouyang Xuan, and given how much time had passed, he should have returned by now.
In light of the last incident where Xia Muxin was kidnapped, he was more vigilant this time, setting up a tight net in Dayao Village. As long as the enemy made a move, they would catch them off guard.
The Ouyang Family had already involved themselves in everything concerning Daimiao Mountain. However, they kept their promise not to disturb the villagers' lives. The Xia Family's land was beyond their interference; following Xia Muxin's instructions, they continued to dig mud for brick-making and some were busy with the thresher. The family business was thriving, busier day by day.
In the blink of an eye, only five days remained until the wedding. Shen Muhan came to pick up Xia Muxin in the evening to return to Daimiao Village.
"Uncle, do you think there are people in this world who look exactly alike?"
The reason for taking her back was that Shen Yu and his wife, along with Elder Shen, had arrived. It was only natural for her to see her parents. Once Xia Muxin entered the carriage, she fell into her own thoughts. Shen Muhan called her name several times without getting a response. He thought she might be upset because of the sudden arrival of his family and their not-so-harmonious relationship; it was normal for her to feel some resentment. He figured he should give her time to adjust and space for them to understand each other better.
However, Xia Muxin's sudden question made Shen Muhan tense up. He grabbed her arms, forcing her to meet his gaze and scrutinized her for a moment before saying with concern:
"Muxin, do you know something?"
Her clear eyes remained calm as ever, showing no signs of turmoil. The more composed she appeared, the more certain Shen Muhan became that she knew something.
Xia Muxin buried herself in Shen Muhan's embrace and sniffled:
"Uncle, don’t be silly. There's really no need to hide anything. Even if I know something, it’s fine. Isn’t it just a bug that sucks heart's blood? What can it do to me?"
Yes, she knew everything. This fool had actually poisoned himself and used his own blood to concoct pills. No wonder there were so many scratches on his wrists back then, and they smelled so pungent; it turned out he had caused all of that himself.
"Muxin, it's Qingyue, isn’t it?"
Shen Muhan sighed deeply and spoke helplessly.
After returning home, he had handed Qingyue over to Qing Ran and warned her repeatedly; he never expected that she would eventually reveal everything.
"Whoever it is, I will cherish my life even more and grow old together with you."
Xia Muxin tightly wrapped her arms around Shen Muhan's waist and said with unwavering determination.
Perhaps Qingyue's appearance was a blessing in disguise, and falling out with her was wise. Otherwise, she might never have realized that this man was willing to sacrifice his own life just to concoct a medicine to alleviate her suffering. In this lifetime, how fortunate she was to have met him.
Shen Muhan gently kissed her hair and affectionately said, "Fool!"
"Are you looking for that person? Do you know their exact identity?"
After a moment of intimacy, Xia Muxin broke free from his embrace, her clear eyes filled with determination as she asked.
"I suspect it is Zhao Qiushui," Shen Muhan replied honestly without hiding anything.
Xia Muxin pondered for a moment and then nodded in agreement.
"First of all, she ruined her appearance; she was the first willing to take on someone else's face to survive. Secondly, during the time you were taken away by Rong Li, our people rescued her on the way to the villa. However, she pretended to have amnesia, not only failing to recognize me but also forgetting her family. Even when we informed her, she remained indifferent to her family's misfortunes. Later, I pretended to be dead and used the strategy of 'Golden Cicada shedding its shell,' while she navigated the border with ease. Eventually, when I went to find you, I stopped paying attention to her movements until I discovered that someone had planted a Child Gu inside you. That prompted us to search everywhere for her, but until now, there has been no news; it's as if she has evaporated from the world."
Shen Muhan recounted the events in detail, hoping that Muxin would take it seriously. Knowing and not knowing were two different matters; they could not afford to be careless. If he was not mistaken, Zhao Qiushui must be with Ming Lie.
Because Ming Lie's movements were also quite suspicious.
As they continued their conversation, they arrived at the entrance of their home. From afar, they could hear laughter and chatter. Shen Muhan smiled and jumped down from the carriage before lifting Xia Muxin down as well, cheerfully saying, "It seems like our families get along quite well."
Xia Muxin merely shot him a glance without offering any opinion.
Once inside, they greeted Shen Yu and his wife. Although they did not make things difficult for her, it was evident that they were fond of their son’s choice. Old Shen seemed quite curious about their five-story house and even more interested in Xia Muxin's chicken coop, duck pond, and fish pond—naturally taking an interest in Xia Muxin herself.
Shen Muqing had awakened, and a specially made recliner awaited him at home. At this moment, he lay on the chair, watching everyone chat casually, his gaze drifting between Yan Zhouwan and Zhou Zhou.
Xia Muxin despised fickle men the most, feeling deep down that he was unworthy of Yan Zhouwan. Yet, Yan Zhouwan was busy serving tea and washing vegetables.
Dinner was organized by Xia Jihua. Although her cooking skills were not as good as Xia Muxin's, they were still quite decent. Everyone enjoyed the meal, and Summer Old Man and others were in high spirits, wanting to drink. Xia Muxin and the others did not stop them, allowing them to indulge. However, by the end of the night, everyone had drunk too much, even the last person pouring drinks was somewhat dazed.
Xia Muxin was also forced to take a few sips and soon found herself sprawled on the table. Shen Muhan shook his head with a smile; her drinking capacity was indeed not commendable. Yan Zhouwan had also drunk, and she was not much better than Xia Muxin. By the end, they were all drunk—some sprawled out, some vomiting—unaware of how they fell asleep.
In the middle of the night, Xia Muxin groggily woke up to see a shadow before her. Shen Muhan was not beside her. She pointed at the shadow and giggled:
"You... are you that bad woman who looks just like me?"
As she spoke, she reached out to grab it, but the shadow suddenly swayed. Xia Muxin was taken aback; then everything went dark as she lost consciousness completely.
Just as the first shadow left, another shadow entered through the window. Upon seeing that the bed was empty, it headed to another room.
Meanwhile, downstairs, Shen Muqing felt unbearably hot and restless. He tossed and turned but couldn't sleep. With injuries preventing him from moving too much, he lay in bed gasping for breath.
Of course, a martial artist knew what this feeling meant; however, he hadn't been drinking. So how had he ended up in this state?
Just when he thought he might die from this unbearable torment, a wave of cold air swept in. At the same time, a faint fragrance seemed to fill the room. Shen Muqing's consciousness was already hazy; he fumbled toward that fragrance and could no longer hold back—he lunged forward...
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