These past two days, Zuo Yang’s mother, Zuo Ying, had also arrived.
Unable to wait for her daughter to return home, she naturally came straight to the hospital to accompany her.
Heaven knows she had nearly worn out the photo of herself and her daughter in her phone from looking at it so much!
Seeing her daughter in person was far more reassuring!
Witnessing her daughter sharing her milk, Zuo Ying couldn’t resist quietly teasing Mo Qingyan:
“It’s truly rare for this girl to willingly share her favorite milk, but it just goes to show how much the baby adores Feng Lin.”
Mo Qingyan smiled without responding.
After completing the discharge procedures, the group returned to Mo Qingyan’s residence.
This was the manor known as the top luxury estate in Bei Cheng: Mo Yuan.
Its vast area was astonishing, filled with countless exotic flowers and rare plants.
It boasted a helipad, golf course, amusement park, ski resort, hot springs, and more—every facility for enjoyment and luxury was available, its grandeur and opulence were self-evident.
Because Zuo Yang loved milk, Mo Qingyan had even designated a specialized area within the manor for everything from raising dairy cows and growing pasture to production, research, and final products.
All just so his little one could have the freshest, healthiest milk every day—no, anytime, anywhere.
As Zuo Ying put it: Mo Qingyan truly treated Zuo Yang like a child, spoiling her to the heavens.
The car slowly entered Mo Yuan, and everyone got out one by one.
Zuo Ying and Yu Ning took the grandmother and granddaughter to get settled first.
Mo Qingyan and Zuo Yang went to another place.
After Zuo Yang’s death years ago, Mo Qingyan had defied the entire Mo Family’s opposition and personally buried her within Mo Yuan, keeping watch over her day and night, thus becoming her tomb keeper.
Zuo Yang’s grave was surrounded by a boundless sea of flowers.
Every single flower had been planted by Mo Qingyan’s own hands, for a full five years now.
However, on the night she returned, when Zuo Yang rushed toward Mo Qingyan, she trampled quite a few of them.
Ah, Yu Ning had stepped on some too.
Zuo Yang thought this as she squatted in front of her own tombstone.
Her delicate, pale fingers traced the words on the tombstone: Tomb of My Wife, Zuo Yang.
On the night she returned, she hadn’t really felt it, but now, seeing these six characters, Zuo Yang’s face began to burn.
Her wish had always been to marry Mo Qingyan.
But when she died, that wish remained unfulfilled.
Seeing the blushing young girl, Mo Qingyan paused: “Does it bother you?”
Zuo Yang shook her little head: “No.”
Then, she looked up at him, her eyes exceptionally clear and bright: “I like it! Because I’m destined to marry you anyway.”
The man smiled, his warm, large hand gently stroking the girl’s head: “Alright, I’ll wait for you to grow up.”
Eighteen was still too young.
This time, he would definitely protect her and ensure she grew up well.
“Mo Qingyan, even though you made my grave incredibly beautiful, it’s still pretty unsettling, isn’t it? I’m back now.”
Not just unsettling, but also strange, and it made her scalp tingle, even though it was her own grave.
“This grave shouldn’t exist anymore,” Mo Qingyan murmured, his fingers gently caressing the girl’s soft cheek.
“But keep this sea of flowers! I love it!”
“Alright.”
“And also, about you being poisoned, and that Feng Lin can cure you—we have to keep it a secret, we can’t… mmm.” Before Zuo Yang could finish, her small mouth was lightly covered by a large hand.
The owner of that hand had a smile in his eyes, and Mo Qingyan let out a soft sigh.
The poisoning was clearly man-made. Since someone was trying to harm him, they naturally couldn’t alert the enemy.
“Be good, let me handle these matters. Don’t waste your brain cells—trust me.”
After speaking, the young girl rubbed her soft lips against Mo Qingyan’s warm palm, expressing complete trust: “Mm! My CEO is the best!”
Feeling the softness in his palm, the man’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his body tensed, yet his expression remained unchanged.
She was still too young—he mustn’t frighten the child.
Even back then, he had restrained his affection and desire for her, never daring to show them unreservedly.
Mo Qingyan acted swiftly. After returning, he had Yu Ning dispose of the grave without leaving any trace, as if it had never existed.
When Zuo Ying learned about this, she agreed it was the right thing to do.
Her precious one had returned, alive and kicking. Keeping that grave would only be a constant irritant.
“Qingyan, have you decided how to handle Yang Yang’s situation? What if we run into acquaintances—how should we explain?”
“Mom, you’re overthinking it. Let’s just let things take their natural course. After all, I am Zuo Yang—that’s an unchangeable fact.”
Zuo Ying pinched her precious one’s adorable little face: “Mom’s just afraid someone might take you for experiments!”
Zuo Yang giggled: “Who would dare? My CEO is here to protect me.”
Zuo Ying had to admit she was right, but still gave Zuo Yang thorough instructions before shifting the topic to Mo Qingyan.
“Qingyan, when will your treatment begin? Can Xiao Fenglin really cure you completely?”
“Yes.” Mo Qingyan nodded, “But it will take time.”
“That’s truly wonderful!”
Zuo Ying was genuinely happy. In her heart, she had long regarded Mo Qingyan as her own child.
She desperately hoped Mo Qingyan would recover, become healthy, and accompany her daughter for a lifetime!
Over the years, watching Mo Qingyan’s life slowly fading away had always made Zuo Ying’s heart ache to the point of tears.
Though she never shed them in front of Mo Qingyan.
Fortunately, it was all finally coming to an end!
Zuo Ying felt filled with energy: “Since Xiao Fenglin is now my Yang Yang’s brother, from now on he’s also my child. Starting today, I’ll stay at Mo Yuan to take care of everyone. Qingyan, you must recover!”
Mo Qingyan responded with a smile: “Auntie, I will get better. It’ll be hard on you from now on—just instruct Yu Ning if you need anything.”
Feng Lin, who had been coming to find Mo Qingyan, overheard Zuo Ying’s words.
The young man stopped in his tracks, standing dazed in an unnoticed corner, his eyes slightly reddening.
He and his grandmother had truly encountered the kindest people in this world…
Having been constantly on the move these past few days, everyone was tired.
Zuo Ying took Zuo Yang to rest.
Mo Qingyan remained alone in the study, allowing his heart to settle.
Everything had happened too suddenly. Although he adapted quickly and maintained composure and calm in front of everyone, his inner world had been stormy.
Even now, it showed no signs of calming.
He was ecstatic, yet plagued by fear of loss.
He would drift into dazes, feeling an sense of unreality.
He was afraid—afraid this might all be an impossibly beautiful dream.
If he were to lose the young girl again, he definitely wouldn’t be able to endure it, definitely wouldn’t survive.
His slender fingers tapped rhythmically on the desk, the man’s dark eyes reflecting too many complex emotions.
Just as his emotions were about to sink into a deeper vortex, the study door was knocked.
“Sir, I’m Feng Lin. I have something to say regarding the follow-up treatment,” the young man’s polite voice sounded from outside.
Mo Qingyan immediately composed himself: “Come in.”
After entering, Feng Lin placed a handwritten note before Mo Qingyan.
“Sir, this paper contains the treatment plan I’ve written, along with the required items.”
The young man indeed wrote with vigorous and forceful strokes. Mo Qingyan nodded: “Whatever you need, just have Yu Ning handle it directly.”
“Understood, Sir.”
“You’ve been recognized as Yang Yang’s younger brother. There’s no need to address me so formally as ‘Sir’ from now on.”
Feng Lin froze.
If not “Sir,” then what should he call him?
He called the short girl “sister” because she truly wasn’t much older than him.
But the man before him was rumored to be nearly thirty, yet he was so handsome he could easily pass for twenty. Calling him “brother” wouldn’t feel unnatural at all.
Yet wouldn’t that appear impolite? Disrespectful?
Someone of his benefactor’s age, back in his former home, would have been respectfully addressed as “uncle.”
But now the short girl was his sister, and she was in a relationship with his benefactor.
After an intense internal struggle, Feng Lin looked at the man and tentatively called out: “Brother?”