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When Cheng Tian painting woke up the next day, Shen Mouxi was already gone.

She turned and stared at the empty seat beside the pillow, thinking of the text message that had been received on Shen Mouxi's cell phone. His mother-in-law had asked him to come over earlier today.

Did he go to his mother-in-law's house to beg for forgiveness and give her an explanation?

Cheng Tian Hua sat up from his bed and glanced at the time on the wall. It was not even 8 o'clock.

Downstairs, Hai Zhu was in the middle of cleaning the house. When she came down, he respectfully greeted her, "Good morning, Young Madam."

"Good morning." She asked, "Has Eldest Young Master left early?"

"The eldest young master left at seven o'clock. Let me tell you that he will be back for lunch."

"Mm, where's the old mistress?" She glanced around, but didn't see the old lady.

"The madame is taking a walk in the garden."

Cheng Tian nodded and walked into the garden.

From a distance, Cheng Tian Painting could see the old lady dancing under He Hui's lead. She was talking and laughing happily.

Cheng Tian Painting had long heard that He Hui was very good at pleasing old grannies. It seemed like he wasn't lying at all.

The old lady did not stop when she saw Cheng Tian Painting. Instead, she waved at him, "Little Painting, come here and exercise with us."

Cheng Tian Hua shook his head with a smile, walked to a nearby chair and sat down, then took a sip of the scented tea that the maid handed to him.

He Huiji's unfriendly gaze turned towards him. Cheng Tian Painting only smiled as he savored the scented tea in his cup, not caring in the least.

After she finished jumping, the old lady walked over and sat down on the chair opposite Cheng Tian Painting. Cheng Tian Painting considerately handed over a towel and said with a smile, "Grandmother is so lively."

"This is all thanks to Little Hui accompanying me in training my body every morning." The old lady waved at He Hui, "Little Wei, come over and take a seat."

"No, I have to go to school to get my thesis." He Hui Chong nodded. "Let Young Madam serve you some tea."

"Alright, you can go."

"Goodbye, madame." He Hui turned and left the garden.

Watching He Hui's disappearing figure, the old lady turned her head and smiled at Cheng Tian Painting, "If there's anything wrong with this child, it's because he admires Xi too much. Forgive her."

"Grandma, I don't want to hate her." Chengtian filled the old lady's cup with hot tea.

It had always been He Hui who hated her and rejected her.

Although the poisoning incident was over, she knew in her heart that Shen Muxi did not completely believe that it was He Hui who poisoned her, nor did he completely believe that she was innocent.

Shen Muxi only said that he believed her and simplified the matter.

Sometimes when she thought about it, she felt that she was indeed wronged and depressed. However, what good was there in the old lady's heart? Shen Mushui also had some feelings for He Hui. Under such circumstances, what else could she do other than endure?

Old Lady Guo took a sip of her scented tea and asked, "By the way, where did Mousey go so early in the morning?"

Cheng Tian Painting looked at her and in the end, he only played dumb. "He didn't say anything."

"This child hasn't come back in two days. I wonder if he'll find time to accompany me, this old man?"

He said he'd be back for lunch. "" I don't think so.

Returning from the courtyard, Cheng Tian Painting accompanied the old lady to eat breakfast before returning to the bedroom to watch TV alone.

Shortly before noon, Shen Muxi returned.

For the first time, he entered the bedroom with a bouquet of bright, dripping roses in his arms. When he came in, Cheng was sitting on the sofa with a blanket draped over his shoulders, watching a love drama between idiots, which happened to show the scene where the male and female protagonists parted in pain.

As soon as he entered, he saw the reddened circles on her eyes. Shen Mouxi was startled, then placed the bouquet of roses on the table, crouching down in front of her, he nervously sized her up and asked: "What's wrong? Are you unhappy? "

Cheng Tian Painting lowered his head and stared at him. How could he still be nervous? Worried she'd be mad at him? So he bought her a rose for the first time?

Should she be happy to have his attention?

"I'm watching Korean dramas. The heroine has leukemia." she said, wiping her misty eyes.

Shen Moxi breathed a sigh of relief. With a flip of his hand, he picked up the control panel on the table and pressed the off button, causing the television to ring. His nervous expression relaxed, and he rebuked, "In the future, you're not allowed to watch this kind of useless love drama. It's really scary."

As far as he knew, Cheng Tian Painting did not like to watch love dramas. She had always said that it was a fast food drama that only girls and aunties liked to watch. Who would have thought that she would also be watching a love drama today? Furthermore, she was crying because of it.

"For you." Shen Moxi held the bouquet of roses on the table in front of her and said with a faint smile.

"Why did you suddenly think of giving me flowers?" Cheng Tian painting looked at the bouquet of roses. It wasn't nine or eleven, but ten.

Was the number he chose intentional? Or was it unintentional?

"I just passed by a florist and remembered that I never sent you a rose, so I bought one." He laughed. "What? "You don't like it?"

"Of course I like it." Cheng Tian Painting stretched out his hand to receive the rose. He sized him up and asked, "Are you alright?"

Didn't he get scolded by his mother-in-law? Why did he still have the mood to send her flowers? Could it be … A kind of compensation? Young Master Shen's favorite thing to do was to give her material compensation when he felt sorry for her.

Her question made the smile fade. Did she know? How did she know?

After a long while, he nodded and smiled, "It's alright."

Cheng Tian Hua nodded, got up and went to the window. Using scissors, he carefully removed the colored paper from the rose ribbon and inserted it into the glass vase one by one.

Ever since she married into the family, this vase had only been a decoration. Today, it was finally going to come in handy.

The crystal clear bottle's body appeared even more noble compared to the rose petals.

She did not ask him for details, because she did not feel the need to touch his mind. Shen Moxi had no intention of telling her, and similarly felt that there was no need to add to her burden.

At lunchtime, Cheng Tian obediently drank the bowl of soup that the old lady had purposely prepared for her. Although she didn't think that it would be useful, she had never fought against the old lady over such a small matter.

Shen Muxi, on the other hand, protested, "Grandmother, please don't let Little Painting drink this kind of soup. Little Painting doesn't like it."

Hearing his words, the old lady did not seem displeased. Instead, her gaze happily shifted to Cheng Tian Shi's abdomen. She said, "Little Painting couldn't have gotten pregnant, right?"

A hint of unease instantly appeared on Cheng Tian Painting's face as he sneaked a glance at Shen Muxi.

"No, Grandmother." She took the initiative to explain.

When she saw the disappointment clearly flash across the old lady's face, the guilt in her heart deepened.

She knew that the old lady had been waiting day and night for news from her stomach. Unfortunately, things had gone wrong. She had been married to Shen Muxi for more than four months, but there had been no news from her stomach. No wonder the old lady was so disappointed.

Even though she had been prepared to be questioned about her child, she still didn't know what to do at this moment.

Comforting the old lady, don't worry, you might get pregnant next month? But what if he couldn't get pregnant again next month?

Her fingers tightened around the chopsticks as she lowered her head to eat in silence.

Seeing that the atmosphere was so awkward, Shen Moxi picked up a piece of fish for the old lady with his chopsticks and smiled, "Grandmother, do you know why Little Painting has never been able to get pregnant?"

"Why?"

"Because you're putting too much pressure on you."

"Nonsense."

"Has Grandmother never heard of it? Pregnancy is just a matter of time. "

Then..." "What's the difference between a time and a person and what's the difference between a place and a place?" The old lady glanced back and forth between them.

"I'm missing a state of relaxation."

The old lady said, "Isn't it just relaxing? I'll give you a month of vacation time to relax and take it as a honeymoon to make up for your missed trip. "

Cheng Tian Painting and Shen Moxi were slightly surprised at the same time. They raised their heads to look at the gracious old lady. A month's leave? It was quite a long time.

Of course, Cheng Tian Painting didn't have any other meanings, she was worried about Shen Mushui. He sneaked a glance at Shen Mushui and saw that there was a hint of embarrassment on his face.

That's right, how could he bear not to see Yang Manxin for a long period of time? Even if he could bear it, the Yang family couldn't do anything about it!

"Where do you want to go?" Shen Muxi was silent for a moment before he turned to Cheng Tian's painting.

"I …" "My mother has been recuperating before surgery these past few months. I want to spend more time with her."

In fact, her mother was so well taken care of by the hospital that she didn't need her at all, but she still used this as an excuse because she didn't want to make things difficult for Shen Mushui.

Shen Moxi looked at her, his face slightly moved.

Cheng Tian Painting did not pay any attention to her and turned to the old lady with a smile, "Grandmother, don't worry. I will try my best to let you carry me as soon as possible."

"I knew our family's little paintings are the most sensible." the old lady said, patting the back of her hand.

How could she not see what the couple was thinking?

After dinner, the two of them drank some tea with the old lady, who then announced that she was going back to her room to take an afternoon nap.

Before returning to his room, he did not forget to tell the couple to stay for dinner as well. Cheng Tian Painting naturally agreed. Since he had nothing to do in the afternoon, it was good to stay here for lunch.

Stepping into the bedroom, Shen Muxi suddenly grabbed Cheng Tian Hua's wrist, standing in front of her and said with a serious expression, "Thank you."

"What?" Cheng Tian's painting feigned ignorance.

"You're worried that I can't tell the Yang family about this, so you give up?"

"It's not …"

Shen Moxi pulled his arm back and pulled her into his embrace before she could deny his words. He lowered his head and kissed her lips.

There was no need for her to deny it, he understood.

Today, after Mistress Yang called him over, she asked him with tears and snot in her eyes if he had changed his mind and if he had fallen in love with another woman. He declared firmly that he loved Yang Tenxin, and that he had always loved her.

Mistress Yang was worried and made him swear and make him promise that he would do as he said, almost without even thinking about it.

That's right, he loved Yang Tingxin. Towards Cheng Tian painting, he had never dared to look at it directly, but he knew one thing, if it wasn't for Yang Tingxin, he would definitely fall in love with her.

Thus, the only thing he could do was to be in debt and feel guilty.

That was why when he passed by the flower shop, he bought that bouquet of roses. This was a type of spiritual compensation. He didn't know if it would be of any use, but that was all he could do.

Even the kiss in front of him … He had given it to her because he owed her.

Cheng Tian drew his face away from Tang Wulin's lips.

He was startled. He looked at her and asked, "What's wrong?"

"My phone rang." Cheng Tian Hua said softly as he took out his phone from his pocket.

She was still grateful for the call, or she wouldn't have known how to respond to Shen Mushi. She felt bad for accepting a compensatory kiss.

The call was from the main desk of the hospital, requesting her to go immediately to the hospital because a woman who had been operated on a few days ago was on the verge of recurrence.

Without a second thought, Cheng went to the wardrobe, took out his jacket and put it on, then took his handbag from the rack. He was in a hurry.

Shen Moxi followed behind her and asked, "What's wrong? What happened? "

"Oh, it's nothing. There's an emergency at the hospital that requires me to come over." Cheng Tian Painted opened the carved wooden door.

"I'll walk you over."

"No, I'll drive myself."

"The car keys are in the first closet in the living room."

"I know." At the end of his words, Cheng Tian Hua disappeared into the corridor.

The Shen family had two spare cars. One was the Mercedes that Little Li usually drove, while the other was a Porsche. After lunch, Little Li went out to do some work.

Cheng Tian Painted opened the first cabinet in the living room and immediately saw the Porsche keys. She took the keys and went to the garage.

It was his first time driving this Porsche, so Cheng Tian didn't think that his hand was on it. On the contrary, he felt that the car was rather light.

There was a long downhill path in front of the Shen Mansion. It was not steep, but it was rather long.

As the car approached the gate, Safeguard had delicately opened the automatic gate, but even so, Cheng Tiantao had slowed down as a matter of habit. She put her toe on the brake, but the car showed no sign of slowing down.

Is it because the brake pedal is too high? She pressed the tip of her foot in confusion, but the car was still moving at the same speed.

After frantically avoiding the two sides of the gate that obstructed the road, the car left the mansion and began its descent.

The car sped up, faster and faster. Cheng Tian Hua became anxious, and used all his strength to step on the brake pedal.

However, the car seemed to be out of control, completely contrary to the owner's wishes.

Before owning the Audi, Cheng Tian Hua rarely drove and was not very proficient in driving. Now, in this sudden situation, other than feeling anxious and anxious, she was also flustered.

Inwardly, he kept asking, "How could this be?" How could this be?

There was a small, moderate turn ahead, and in her panic she couldn't even control the steering wheel.

Terrified screams came out of his throat, and then the car crashed into a hundred-year-old tree with a loud bang. The body of the car tilted, and flipped two 360 degrees before it was stopped by another tree.

Four wheels up, the body of the car badly deformed.

Cheng Tian Painting could no longer tell if he was frightened or corroded by the immense pain on his forehead. His mind went blank as his consciousness slowly left his body …

She finally fainted.

The security personnel who had originally been puzzled by Cheng Tian's abnormal behavior immediately ran out to investigate the situation after hearing the loud noise.

At the same time, Shen Muxi, who was originally standing on the French window to watch Cheng Tian painting leaving, also ran out at the same time.