Upon seeing the basin of water, Liang Qiuchi knew that his explanation just now hadn’t dispelled Mo Xin’s doubts.

Once suspicion arose, with Mo Xin’s personality, it probably wouldn’t be easily eliminated.

In addition, Liang Qiuchi was a little angry.

He couldn’t understand what Mo Xin was thinking. He risked his life to save him, but then gave him wrong medication. Did he want to trap him in this building forever as a disabled person?

He had intended to confess his physical condition, but Mo Xin was so extreme, and his mind was currently in chaos, and their emotions might escalate into a very embarrassing situation.

Feeling physically and mentally uncomfortable, Liang Qiuchi really didn’t want to expend more energy dealing with Mo Xin or arguing with him.

He thought he would wait until his thoughts were completely sorted out and he had fully recovered before finding an opportunity to have a good talk with Mo Xin.

He descended the stairs step by step, without hesitation on the last step.

“Ding, clang!” In a clattering sound, Liang Qiuchi sat down on the stairs. He saw Vincent quickly run around the kitchen island and Mo Xin standing motionless by the stove, staring at him intently.

“Mr. Liang, are you okay? It’s my fault. I was going to get some water to water the trees in the backyard, but I forgot the basin here after answering a phone call. I was careless.”

Vincent’s apology was sincere and flawless, but the impromptu excuse was a bit lame.

Liang Qiuchi shook his head and said, “It’s okay,” but falling twice in one night made him feel a bit frustrated. Moreover, his waist and legs were indeed bumped hard against the hard steps, affecting his walking posture.

Mo Xin, as if noticing for the first time, hurried over, took Liang Qiuchi’s arm from Vincent, and even pretended to reprimand Vincent.

Vincent accepted everything obediently, repeatedly admitting his fault.

The tacit cooperation between the two made Liang Qiuchi even more annoyed.

He pushed away Mo Xin, stepped over the puddle on the floor, and limped to the dining table to sit down.

Mo Xin glanced faintly at Vincent, who quickly cleaned up the floor and quietly left.

He brought a bowl of porridge to Liang Qiuchi and asked, “Where did you get hurt?”

Liang Qiuchi didn’t answer, just took a sip and put the bowl back on the table, “It’s hot. I’ll drink it later.”

Sitting next to him, Mo Xin observed Liang Qiuchi’s expression and asked, “Are you angry?”

Liang Qiuchi shook his head and asked back, “Why do you ask like that? What do I have to be angry about?”

Mo Xin looked at him in silence.

After a short silence, Liang Qiuchi suddenly asked, “Has the radio been sent for repair?”

“Not yet,” Mo Xin sat up straighter, “If you feel stuffy, I’ll go play some music.”

Liang Qiuchi shook his head again, “I just want to listen to the news. I heard gunshots nearby this afternoon.”

Mo Xin nodded and pushed the bowl of porridge toward Liang Qiuchi, saying, “It’s cooling down. Drink it, you’ll need to take your medicine later.” He stared at Liang Qiuchi without blinking, “I haven’t heard you complain about your eyes hurting these past few days. Are they feeling better?”

Liang Qiuchi replied indifferently, “I’ve gotten used to it. Whether it’s good or not, it’s just like this.” He suddenly turned his head, looking straight at Mo Xin, “If I never get better, will you despise me?”

Mo Xin felt uneasy under his focused gaze and instinctively lowered his head, “How could I? I’ll always be with you,” he held Liang Qiuchi’s hand tightly, “I’ll always be by your side.”

Liang Qiuchi smiled bitterly, “But if I stay like this forever, I’ll only be a burden to you.”

“I’m not afraid,” Mo Xin tightened his grip on his hand, “As long as you don’t leave me, I don’t care about anything else.”

He squeezed Liang Qiuchi’s hand so hard it hurt.

At that moment, Liang Qiuchi really wanted to ask him why. If he cared so much, why would he give him wrong medication? Could it be that the doctor or Mo Xin had made a mistake with the medication, and all of this was just a misunderstanding, not intentional?

But before he could ask, there was suddenly a series of popping sounds from outside.

Gunshots!

Although they sounded distant, Mo Xin still got up promptly to check the situation by the door. Vincent also heard the sound and ran out, but since Liang Qiuchi was present, he didn’t say much, just exchanged a silent glance with Mo Xin before grabbing his gun and heading outside.

Liang Qiuchi followed them to the porch and asked, “What’s going on?”

“It should be the police patrol warning. Recently, there have been protests against the curfew outside.” Mo Xin holstered his gun behind his waist and took Liang Qiuchi’s arm, “Let’s go inside first. It’s cold outside.”

Before long, Vincent returned and shook his head at Mo Xin, indicating that everything was safe. Mo Xin relaxed a bit. However, he had just finished dinner and was taking medicine with Liang Qiuchi, when the doorbell suddenly rang.

Who could it be so late, coming here?

Vincent immediately checked the door’s security screen and gestured back to Mo Xin.

Mo Xin understood and said to Liang Qiuchi, “Ge, let Vincent help you upstairs to rest first. I have something to attend to. I’ll come back to accompany you after I’m done.”

“Who’s here?” Liang Qiuchi asked.

“…The company secretary.” Mo Xin stepped aside, letting Vincent support Liang Qiuchi. His attitude was already quite obvious, so Liang Qiuchi didn’t say anything more. Vincent helped him upstairs to the bedroom.

Vincent helped pull the curtains in the bedroom and laid out a set of pajamas on the bed. Liang Qiuchi said, “I can handle the rest myself. You go downstairs and assist Mo Xin.”

Vincent hesitated for a moment, but Liang Qiuchi waved his hand, saying, “Help me turn off the lights and close the door. Thank you.”

Vincent had no choice but to obey, leaving the bedroom.

The front door downstairs was already open, and Mo Qi walked in wearing a black wool coat.

He took off his gloves, complaining to Mo Xin as he rubbed his hands, “It’s already March, why is the capital still so cold? This place is really not as comfortable as our Danga’s climate.”

Mo Xin called him “Ge” casually, “It’s so late. Do you need something?”

“Can’t I come to see you if there’s nothing wrong?” Mo Qi chuckled, patting the black leather gloves he had taken off on Mo Xin’s chest, then went straight to the living room, glancing at the bowls and chopsticks on the table. He joked, “I’m just a step late, otherwise I could have had dinner with you.”

Mo Xin sat across from him and reminded, “It’s almost curfew time. Just tell me what’s on your mind, ge.”

Mo Qi unbuttoned his coat and took a seat on the sofa, placing one hand on the armrest and tapping his fingers. His posture exuded the air of someone in power, but the casual smile on his face alleviated the pressure that posture brought.

“Did you hear the gunshots outside just now?”

Mo Xin nodded.

“The Federation’s security is really nothing to boast about. It’s just one Liang Qiuchi, but because of his troublemaking in the past two or three months, one wave after another, the Federation can’t suppress it, and even let Lugo armed forces enter the capital. It’s embarrassing if this gets out,” Mo Qi said as he looked around the first floor, his gaze finally settling on Mo Xin’s stern face, “Don’t you think so?”

Mo Xin stared directly into his eyes, quietly waiting for him to continue.

Mo Qi suddenly changed the subject, lowering his voice, “I heard that old man Reinis is also planning to participate in the next presidential election.” He winked at Mo Xin, “Do you understand why he’s been so enthusiastic lately?”

Mo Xin naturally understood.

“If that old man catches Liang Qiuchi, it would undoubtedly be a great achievement. By then, his support rate among the population within the Federation will not be low,” Mo Qi paused for a moment, his smile becoming more pronounced, “Of course, the focus right now isn’t on Liang Qiuchi, but on you.”

“Me?” Mo Xin squinted his eyes.

“The Lugo armed forces have already expressed their intention to negotiate with the Federation. I hope that when the time comes, you can represent the Federation in the negotiations,” Mo Qi said with a smile, “Of course, this is also Dad’s idea. If you can handle this well, I believe it will have a great positive impact on Dad’s election campaign.”

Mo Xin pondered for a moment before saying, “Ge, actually, these past few days I’ve been writing a resignation report.”

Upon hearing this, Mo Qi showed no surprise. He just raised an eyebrow faintly and asked, “Why?”

Mo Xin lowered his eyelids and said, “I’ve been on the front lines for years, and it’s too tiring. I want to rest.”

“You don’t necessarily have to resign if you want to rest. You can…”

“I’ve already decided.” Mo Xin took out a cigarette from his pocket, put it in his mouth as if to light it, then took it down and held it between his fingers instead, “As for what you mentioned, ge, I really lack the ability.”

“Is it a lack of ability, or is it that you simply can’t bear to be distracted?” Mo Qi suddenly raised his gaze, seeing Mo Xin’s eyes, still wearing his usual casual smile.

Although he seemed harmless, Mo Xin’s back felt a chill.