The moment Xuan Mohan stepped inside, he was greeted by the sight of Lu Haoran lounging on the sofa, legs crossed, grinning like an idiot.
*Knock knock—* No response.
He knocked harder, finally snapping the love-struck man out of his daze.
"Mo? What brings you here?" Lu Haoran was clearly annoyed at the interruption. He had been reliving yesterday's sweet kiss...
*Qianqian is here—of course I’d come.* But judging by Lu Haoran’s radiant expression, had things worked out for him?
"Those two guys you had arrested yesterday already confessed. The police are on their way to their hideout now."
With that, Xuan Mohan strode upstairs—he still needed to see Qianqian.
Mentioning those two idiots reignited Lu Haoran’s anger. Not only had they stolen his card, but they’d also targeted the girl he... liked. Utterly moronic. If he let them off, how could he ever show his face again?
*Knock knock—*
Xuan Mohan’s knocks were deliberately soft, just loud enough to be heard inside.
In the past, he never bothered knocking—bodyguards would clear the way before he even lifted a finger. But lately, he’d been handling a lot of things personally.
And he was willing to do *anything* for the woman inside.
"Come in."
Hearing her sweet, delicate voice, Xuan Mohan couldn’t suppress his smile.
"Qianqian~" The moment he entered, the affectionate call slipped out.
Lan Qianqian’s eyes sparkled with surprise. She had thought it was Hanyu bringing her medicine, but it was *him* instead.
Xuan Mohan strode to the bed, sat down, and gently pulled her into his arms, smoothing the stray hairs from her forehead. "How are you feeling today? Any better?"
Melting into his tender touch, Lan Qianqian beamed. "Much better."
Seeing her delicate, dependent expression, Xuan Mohan’s gaze darkened. He lowered his head and captured her plump, rosy lips.
"Mmm—?" The moment she made a sound, Lan Qianqian flushed crimson. His kissing skills had gotten *too* good—she was already dizzy. She couldn’t control herself...
Xuan Mohan’s eyes grew even darker. "Be good~" He kissed her again, this time with fierce intensity, devouring her like a storm.
Before long, Lan Qianqian was breathless. She weakly pushed against his chest—she had no strength left...
But how could Xuan Mohan stop now? Just as he was about to continue—
*Knock knock~*
Xuan Mohan ignored it, but Lan Qianqian had a guess. "Get up, Hanyu’s coming in."
*Hanyu?* Xuan Mohan froze, then immediately straightened up and sat properly on the edge of the bed. *He was still under Hanyu’s observation, after all.*
Lan Qianqian found it hilarious. But why were they all acting so weird? Were they hiding something from her? The thought made her inexplicably uneasy.
Right then, Lan Hanyu pushed the door open. He didn’t react to the extra person in the room, calmly carrying the medicine bowl to Lan Qianqian without a glance elsewhere.
"Mommy, medicine."
*Her son was so well-behaved—how could he be keeping secrets from her?*
"Thank you, my sweet~"
Lan Qianqian kissed Hanyu’s cheek before taking the bowl and sipping slowly. Her son was so thoughtful—the medicine was always at the perfect temperature.
Lan Hanyu wiped his cheek expressionlessly. *Did they think he didn’t notice? Mommy’s face was flushed when he walked in, looking all shy, and Xuan Mohan—well, that was obvious.*
"Hanyu." Xuan Mohan initiated the greeting.
He expected to be ignored, but—
"Uncle Xuan."
*...I’d rather he ignored me.*
Lan Qianqian assumed her eldest son just disliked socializing, but when she caught his aloof expression, she sensed something was *definitely* going on between them—something she didn’t know about. Her chest tightened abruptly...
"What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Xuan Mohan asked worriedly, noticing her sudden pallor.
Lan Hanyu also turned to look. Sure enough, Mommy wasn’t as rosy-cheeked as before. Pressing his lips together, he stepped forward and took her hand.
Lan Qianqian shook her head, amused. *Were they treating her like porcelain?* "I’m fine." Her breathing had been irregular since her illness.
"Heyyy~ What’s up, Qianqian? I’m here!" A cheerful voice rang out before Xia Han bounced into the room.
Lan Qianqian lit up. "Hanhan! What brings you here?" Hadn’t she gone home?
"Ugh, don’t even ask. I ran into thieves the second I stepped out yesterday." Xia Han grimaced at the memory.
"What?! Are you okay?" Lan Qianqian panicked. Hanhan hadn’t fully recovered yet!
Seeing her worry, Xia Han waved it off. "I’m fine! Dr. Mu just said to rest for two days."
*Yeah, right.* Someone had thrown a fit over "two days of rest" before sneaking out of bed to come here. In his opinion, Dr. Mu had been too lenient.
Lu Haoran leaned against the doorframe, watching Xia Han with exasperated fondness. *This girl needed constant supervision.*
"What *happened*? Spit it out!" Lan Qianqian was dying of curiosity. How could Hanhan be so nonchalant?
"Just two lunatics demanding I hand over my card. I gave them mine, but they *refused* it! Total weirdos—acting all greedy but picky? Makes no sense."
By the end, even Xia Han was confused. *Were all thieves this illogical?*
*That’s a thing?* If Hanhan didn’t know, Lan Qianqian certainly didn’t. She shook her head, dismissing the thought—until something occurred to her.
"Then what?" If the thieves didn’t get what they wanted, how had they let Hanhan go?
Xia Han’s eyes darted away. "Uh..."
"Then someone *happened* to pass by..." Xuan Mohan lazily interjected from the bedside.
"Who?" The moment she asked, Xuan Mohan’s meaningful glance made it click. *Lu Haoran?*
"And then? *And then?*" Lan Qianqian was *dying* to know. She clung to Xuan Mohan’s arm—she *needed* the details.
"And then..." Xuan Mohan’s gaze shifted to Lu Haoran. "*He won the beauty’s heart.*"
Sure enough, Lu Haoran’s grin widened, his happiness unmistakable.
Xuan Mohan was genuinely happy for his friend. Without Qianqian, he wouldn’t have understood this kind of joy himself.
His eyes softened as he looked down at the woman in his arms.
"*Waaah~* Xia Han! You and Haoran got together and didn’t tell me? We’re *done* as friends, I swear!"
Lan Qianqian pretended to be furious, though she was clearly thrilled—so why did she feel a pang of discomfort?
Xia Han was a flustered mess. Her face burned. *How did President Xuan know?!* That big-mouthed Lu Haoran must have blabbed!
"Uh... well... I mean..." She wanted to deny being with Lu Haoran, but the words wouldn’t come out!
Watching Xia Han stammer, Lu Haoran’s smile grew even brighter. "*Heh.*"