Volume One, Chapter 89: Indeed, She Was Too Foolish

Yu Mo took off the jade bracelet from her wrist, placed it in his hand, and spoke calmly.
“I won’t take what doesn’t belong to me, nor will I force it.”
That night, Mu Shaozhou did not stay in Yu Mo’s room.
Yu Mo was grateful for a peaceful night’s sleep.
Early the next morning, she went downstairs to the first floor where the staff had already begun the livestream.
Chu Xirui and Su Beican were both dressed in white Tai Chi uniforms, practicing Tai Chi together.
Rather than decreasing, the number of viewers in the livestream had grown compared to the previous days. After half a day without broadcast, everyone was curious about what had happened yesterday.
[What happened yesterday? Who almost drowned? Was it Tang Xinyan? Who saved her, was it Yu Mo?]
[Yu Mo’s hand is injured. What exactly happened yesterday? Ahhh, director, I’m dying from suspense. I waited anxiously all night.]
[Xie Mengqi appeared—what’s wrong with her forehead? Director, explain it to us or I’ll send hate mail to your house!]
Yu Mo scrolled through the livestream comments, wondering what stories the netizens would spin about them this time.
The director soon appeared, giving a brief account of the previous day’s events and emphasizing once again,
“No one was seriously hurt, just a few minor injuries. The show will continue as planned. Please don’t worry, everyone.
Next comes our guests’ seaside cooking session. Don’t miss it!”
Yu Mo changed into a sexy bikini and joined the others on the beach.
This time, the production team had prepared fresh seafood ingredients for the guests. Yu Mo prepared a dish.
The others soon finished their dishes as well—Chu Xirui made Squirrel Fish, and Su Beican prepared Steamed Lion’s Head Meatballs.
Chu Xirui looked down at her bowl, noticing it contained three meatballs, while everyone else had just one.
This meant that after dividing the portions among the guests, Su Beican had given all the remaining ones to her.
She pouted, her lips rosy and plump, looking just like a sulky little hamster.
“Su Beican, are you trying to make me even fatter?”
Giving her so many of her favorite meatballs—wouldn’t that leave her with a deep sense of guilt after eating them?
How infuriating.
Su Beican watched her puffed-up cheeks, a flicker of emotion in his eyes, then replied cheerfully,
“Ruirui, you don’t need to lose weight. You’re just a little chubby in a cute way, not truly fat.”
He actually liked her just the way she was—soft and round, though he’d like her whether she was slim or plump.
Chu Xirui put her hands on her hips and glared at him fiercely.
“I’m twenty-three already. Where would I get baby fat? Su Beican, explain yourself.”

Su Beican pinched her soft, plump cheeks—they were bouncy and pleasant to the touch, and a wide grin spread across his lips.
“All right, all right, you’re not fat. The chubby kid from back then wasn’t Chu Xirui, it was Su Beican himself! Hahaha.”
“I’ll get you for this, Su Beican! How dare you bring up my dark past!”
Throwing a quick glance at the streaming camera, Chu Xirui no longer cared and went straight for Su Beican, starting a playful scuffle.
Watching the two of them bicker, Yu Mo suddenly felt her spirits lift, the heaviness in her chest easing.
She then glanced over at Tang Xinyan, who was preparing her dish with her hair casually tied back, a pink apron around her waist, and intense focus as she chopped cucumber.
Standing beside her was Mu Shaozhou, tall and upright as bamboo. The stark contrast between his stature and Tang Xinyan’s petite frame gave them a surprising harmony.
Yu Mo quickly averted her gaze, only to meet Lin Xing’s almond-shaped eyes.
She lowered her lashes and put a bite of food in her mouth, forcing herself not to dwell on things.
She didn’t want her emotions swayed by feelings—there was still so much she needed to do.
Lin Xing strolled over to her at a leisurely pace.
Just as Yu Mo was about to speak, her vision blurred and a wave of dizziness swept over her. She pressed a hand to her forehead.
Lin Xing immediately steadied her, his expression tense. “Are you all right?”
Yu Mo felt as if all strength was slowly draining from her body, and she leaned limply against Lin Xing.
Seeing her state, Lin Xing addressed the director directly,
“Director Zhang, I’ll take Teacher Yu to her room—she’s not feeling well.”
Zhang Zheng was puzzled. She’d seemed fine just a moment ago; how had she suddenly fallen ill?
Lin Xing had barely helped Yu Mo a few steps before Mu Shaozhou stepped in front of them, his deep eyes icy and sharp as a blade, piercing straight to the heart.
Lin Xing showed no fear. He lifted his gaze to meet Mu Shaozhou’s cold stare and spoke evenly,
“Mr. Mu, please step aside.”
Mu Shaozhou’s hands clenched at his sides.
Suddenly—
A loud clatter of dishes rang out, drawing everyone’s attention to Tang Xinyan.
Her tableware was in disarray, some of it scattered on the carpet. She herself was sitting on the floor, clutching her stomach, her face twisted with pain as if she were enduring agony, her body almost curled into a ball.
A staff member rushed over to help her up.
“Miss Tang, are you all right?”
Tang Xinyan’s eyes fluttered open, her breathing labored, and she forced out a word from her throat,
“There’s mango in the food…”
The director immediately halted the livestream and called for staff to take Tang Xinyan to the hospital.

After all, Tang Xinyan’s condition seemed far more severe than Yu Mo’s.
Mu Shaozhou remained where he was, staring coldly in Tang Xinyan’s direction.
“She’s allergic to mango,” he said.
Now the staff grew even more anxious as they helped Tang Xinyan to her feet.
She struggled upright, her tone stubborn.
“No need for the hospital. I have allergy medicine in my room…”
The director couldn’t help but look to Mu Shaozhou for help. “Mr. Mu, perhaps you could take Miss Tang back to her room?”
Everyone knew Tang Xinyan was Mu Shaozhou’s fiancée, so it was only natural for him to be the one to care for her.
Mu Shaozhou stood motionless for a good ten seconds, silent.
At last, he looked at Yu Mo for several seconds before striding over to Tang Xinyan.
A faint smile curled Lin Xing’s lips as he supported Yu Mo up to the third floor.
In a daze, Yu Mo felt a profound bitterness in her throat. It was her tears, held back and swallowed down.
Mu Shaozhou truly cared more for Tang Xinyan. Yet yesterday, he’d tried to give her his mother’s bracelet. She’d almost accepted it.
She really was too foolish.
Mu Shaozhou’s cold gaze swept over the remaining guests. Yu Mo had tasted everyone’s dishes, making it difficult to tell whose food had caused the problem.
His voice was icy as he instructed the staff,
“Send all the dishes Yu Mo tasted for testing.”
His eyes fell on Tang Xinyan’s table, and he continued,
“Send the dishes Tang Xinyan ate as well.”
No one dared defy this prince from the imperial capital. With the director’s approval, the staff carefully packed up the food and took it away.
Tang Xinyan’s voice was hoarse from struggling to breathe. She reached out to Mu Shaozhou.
“Mu-ge…”
He met her pleading gaze with no reaction, simply told the staff, “Take her upstairs to get her medicine,” and then turned and headed upstairs himself.
Tang Xinyan watched as her Mu-ge left her behind, tears streaming down her face at last, unable to hold them in any longer.
Did Mu-ge hate her so much that he wished she were dead?
She couldn’t bring herself to believe Mu-ge didn’t care about her—she was his fiancée, after all.
Then why?