You are all bad women! Don't come over!-Chapter 278 - 269

"What are you guys talking about!" Yuncui's face turned even redder as she looked down and whispered, "I, I mean, can I hug him or something..."

"What are you thinking about, so sleazy in your mind!" Qingrou immediately glared at Shen Mochen.

"You're playing the victim first, aren't you!"

"It's clearly you who has evil thoughts!"

"Alright, stop bickering," Yuncui said helplessly, but just smiled. Sometimes fighting doesn't mean their relationship is bad, and Yuncui could see that.

"Hmph, Sister Yuncui, we're not going to talk to him anymore!"

Qingrou huffed and then cuddled up to Yuncui, acting coquettishly.

Shen Mochen chuckled, "Acting like kids at this age, don't you feel ashamed. Don't you know it could trouble Sister Cai?"

"Hehe, it's okay for me!" Yuncui rubbed Qingrou's face, "Actually, Chaoyan sometimes coos at me too."

"Liu Chaoyan?"

"Yanyan?"

Both Shen Mochen and Qingrou were startled.

"Cough..." Yuncui suddenly realized her slip of the tongue and quickly covered her mouth, "I misspoke!"

"She coos too? How does she coo?"

Qingrou's eyes lit up with the flames of gossip. This was just too curious, especially since it was about Liu Chaoyan! The always serious Liu Chaoyan! The supremely dignified miss who was all about grace and class!

She wouldn't also like to bury her face into Yuncui's chest and rub it all around, would she? It's impossible to imagine that scene!

"No, no! Don't ask anymore!" Yuncui waved her hands, adamantly refusing to say more.

"Come on, tell me! There's nothing you can't tell me!" Qingrou persisted.

"Sister Cai isn't saying probably because the captain told her not to, just stop pushing her," Shen Mochen patted Qingrou's shoulder.

Qingrou blinked, glanced at Shen Mochen, then calmed down.

...

In the afternoon, Shen Mochen and Qingrou arrived at the hospital. The afternoon sun felt increasingly tender, with dust dancing in the light and lush shrubs lining the roads mingling with the faint scent of flowers. On the nearby road, vehicles sped past, while the hospital's outdoor parking lot occasionally echoed with the sound of honking.

Following behind Shen Mochen, Qingrou asked, "Are we coming again tomorrow?"

"Maybe, to see her again before going back to the base," Shen Mochen replied.

"You really come every day," Qingrou noted.

"I don't have time usually, only on holidays can I come to visit."

Speaking indifferently, Shen Mochen stepped into the hospital building, where it was cooler than outside, faintly smelling of the familiar disinfectant.

Qingrou pursed her lips and quickly followed him.

Reaching the door of Yin Caiyu's room, Shen Mochen smiled at a passing nurse and was about to push the door open when Qingrou gently grabbed him.

"Your collar is messed up."

Qingrou spoke as she straightened Shen Mochen's collar, then tucked the exposed Cross back into his hoodie.

"Oh, thank you."

"Where is the bracelet I gave you?"

Shen Mochen slightly rolled up his sleeve, revealing the black bracelet underneath.

"Why can't you change your clothes? The sleeves are too long." Xia Qingrou couldn't help but mutter under her breath.

But as soon as she finished speaking, Xia Qingrou realized she had misspoken. The comment was brimming with the tone of a resentful wife, degrading and embarrassing.

Moreover, the request was nonsensical, although it was something she had given, there was no obligation for him to wear it daily or to show it off.

Besides, he was only an ex-boyfriend, not bound by any duty to remain faithful like a girlfriend, and she had no right to make such demands.

He wouldn't be annoyed, would he? Wouldn't get angry, would he? Wouldn't think she was making unreasonable demands, would he? Wouldn't take the bracelet off and say he didn't want it anymore, would he?

"Summer is approaching soon, the sleeves won't be able to stay long," Shen Mochen nodded and smiled.

"Mhm." Xia Qingrou hung her head slightly, though Shen Mochen usually argued with her using twisted logics that made her jump with irritation.

But most of the time, he was genuinely gentle.

Upon entering the hospital room, a familiar faint floral scent greeted them first.

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Xia Qingrou looked at the fresh flowers on the cupboard, freshly replaced. Today's flowers were Blue Angels, the most expensive variety among roses.

Xia Qingrou was knowledgeable, this shade of rose had been developed by a company in a large nation after decades of research, reportedly costing hundreds of millions of Yupi Coins. This rose had a pale blue hue, reminiscent of the azure sky on a sunny day.

As far as she knew, a single Blue Angel was priced in the hundreds, and here, it wasn't just one but a bouquet.

Moreover, if nothing out of the ordinary happened, this pricey and delicate bouquet would be replaced tomorrow just like those before.

Such a lavish waste by a spoiled young lady... That's why these aristocrats are so detestable, don't they know thrift is a virtue! Now, squander all your money and see what happens in the future!

"These flowers today look pretty," Shen Mochen casually remarked.

"Yes, they must cost several thousand yuan. When it's my mom's birthday, my dad also buys these for her," Xia Qingrou said.

Even though she was aware that the daily flowers sent by Catherine were pricey, she was still surprised by the expensiveness, "Such wastefulness, truly worthy of someone with mines..."

"Does her family own mines?"

"Not her family, but on her private lands, she supposedly discovered two coal mines and an oil field... Oh, I heard there's natural gas in that oil field too."

Xia Qingrou's lips twitched slightly, oh heavens, what are you playing at! That's just too unfair!

Really now, this lady is so tedious. Knowing that I've been with him, why on earth does she send flowers daily? Such a green tea!

Shen Mochen lingered his gaze on the flowers before settling beside Yin Caiyu's hospital bed, caressing her pale face as he read a story to her.

Perhaps feeling irritated by Catherine, Xia Qingrou found herself somewhat displeased with Yin Caiyu now.

She knew Yin Caiyu's condition, almost no different from a dead person; she should be buried and at rest instead of lying on a hospital bed.

She felt that Shen Mochen was avoiding reality, and what was worse, he was so gentle to his sister, never having treated her in such a way, even their first time was devoid of any tenderness.

"Is your sister very important to you?" Xia Qingrou tugged at Shen Mochen's clothes.

Shen Mochen, while reading aloud, paused and looked at Xia Qingrou somewhat strangely, "Very important."

Xia Qingrou clenched her fists, her lips parting slightly, "If, if you had to choose between your sister and your future wife, and only one could live, who would you choose?"

"I'd choose Yin Caiyu." Sh...