Mo He slept on the bed while Xia Yan sat on the sofa and grew bored. She searched the entire room, yet she couldn't find anything to help her pass the time.
She opened the door and saw Du Xia standing around. "Du Xia, could you please buy me a few magazines?" Xia Yan looked at the little girl pitifully.
Although Du Xia didn't have a good impression of the new young madam, she reluctantly agreed.
While waiting, Xia Yan searched the room, trying to find out if Mo He had any dark secrets. After all, he was a non-disabled young man and not the rumored cripple on a wheelchair that everyone thought him to be.
After about an hour, Xia Yan began to think that Du Xia had forgotten about the magazines. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and then Du Xia appeared and handed the magazines over. She looked at the magazines and knew that it wasn't the one she wanted. When Xia Yan saw that it was a health magazine, she felt uneasy.
"What's the meaning of this?" Xia Yan coldly asked as she stared at Du Xia's outstretched hand.
"Madam Mo said that you need to take care of Young Master Mo He, so it'd be better if you learned more about medical science, Young Madam," Du Xia replied honestly, "It's better if you read less of those unpublished magazines."
When Xia Yan heard this, her temper flared. "What do you mean 'unpublished magazines?'"
The magazine she had asked for was a famous core work printed by a publishing house that Old Tao had painstakingly founded. It was even a limited edition.
Du Xia was taken aback by Xia Yan's anger.
Xia Yan noticed Du Xia's frightened gaze and took a deep breath before saying, "Take this magazine away. I don't want to read it."
Du Xia quickly put the magazine away and sized up Xia Yan. "Young Madam, do you have any other orders?"
Xia Yan pursed her lips and said softly, "No, you may go."
Du Xia closed the door and left the angry Xia Yan.
Xia Yan shook her arms frantically, trying to stop herself from being so angry. After all, she had to continue fighting for her rights in the Mo family residence. She knew she could not let herself be upset over this.
However, Du Xia dared to say that Old Tao's magazine was…
Xia Yan whipped around to face Mo He, who was on the bed. He was in a deep sleep and was unaware of the impending danger.
Xia Yan rushed toward Mo He and stretched out her hand, pinching Mo He's upper arm and lower leg. Despite the pain, Mo He only reacted slightly and did not wake up.
Xia Yan felt much better after venting her anger. She sat on the sofa, opened WeChat, and sent a message to Jiang Tong. "How's the progress going?"
Jiang Tong did not reply immediately. After about half an hour, she replied with an "okay."
Xia Yan sighed and threw her phone on the sofa. "This is no longer a marriage or me taking care of a patient. I feel like I'm in prison instead!" Xia Yan now realized what it meant to be unresponsive.
Fortunately, Jiang Qiu had ordered someone to prepare food for Xia Yan and Mo He to take better care of her son. Although it was just liquified food that was more suitable for a patient, it was better than the chicken soup that Xia Yan had yesterday.
Xia Yan tried her best to pull Mo He, hoping that he would wake up as soon as possible. She didn't know whether Doctor Liang's dosage was too heavy or Mo He hadn't slept well last, but he didn't stir even after calling out to him for a long while.
Aunt Xu, the cook who delivered the food, was distraught when she saw this. Just as she was about to report this to Jiang Qiu, Xia Yan slapped Mo He's chest. Aunt Xu felt as if she heard an ethereal echo from the young master's chest.
The next moment, Mo He woke up. He blinked and looked at Xia Yan beside him. "What did you just do?"
Xia Yan looked at Mo He innocently. "N-Nothing. You must have been dreaming."
Mo He frowned, clearly not believing Xia Yan. He looked at Aunt Xu.
Aunt Xu looked at Xia Yan timidly but dared not expose her.
Xia Yan smiled and said to Mo He, "You're awake. Do you need me to feed you?"
Xia Yan pretended to be considerate and gestured to take the food from Aunt Xu. Then Mo He shook his head and refused without hesitation, "No need. I can feed myself."