Chapter 592: Turns Out He Had Always Trusted Her_1

Her fingertips glide along his neck, directly over the pulsating vein.

For some reason, a wave of sadness crashes over Baili Xia the moment she touches his carotid artery.

Some have said that the throat is a person’s most vulnerable spot.

Because here, a cut results in a lethal wound.

Yet Uncle, right now, allows her to touch his throat, even his carotid artery.

Does Uncle really trust her that much?

For someone who has spent years being targeted by assassins, how hard must it be to trust another person?

Overwhelmed by his silent display of trust, her nose tingles sorrowfully.

So much so, that tears threaten to spill.

“What’s wrong?” Mu Xiaojiu can’t see her face, but he senses the sourness of her breath.

What is she thinking about?

Is she still mad at him?

Earlier he was in the wrong, they were at school, he shouldn’t have tried to make a move on her.

But he genuinely lost control.

Sometimes, that’s not something one can tame at will.

He detests the feeling of losing control, but there’s nothing he can do.

Next time, will he try to rein in his volatile temper a bit more?

He doesn’t want their interaction to remain so awkward.

In fact, being with her like this, in quiet comfort.

This feeling is something he cherishes.

“It’s nothing.” Baili Xia blinked her eyes, her gaze fixated on the carotid artery in his neck.

Her fingertips once again glide over it, lightly, softly.

“Uncle, in the future, don’t let anyone touch you here.”

She couldn’t help but offer a reminder in the end.

It’s dangerous here, does he understand that?

Mu Xiaojiu’s heart jumps, instinctively he grabs her hand.

He looks up, meeting her gaze.

Apparently, she had already touched his fatal spot and he hadn’t even realized it.

Such an oversight would have been unimaginable in the past.

The offspring of the Eight Big Families have been targets of outside forces since birth, especially in his current position.

Not only is he the president of Mu Group, but he is also a top figure within the Eight Big Families.

If the little creature were an assassin, he doesn’t know how many times he would have died by her hand.

It turns out, he was never on guard against her.

Releasing her hand, he closed his eyes, leaning back in his chair, comfortably allowing her care.

“If you wanted to kill me, I would probably be dead by now.”

He chuckled, barely perceptible, but Baili Xia caught it.

Did he laugh at his own negligence, or was it a laugh of resignation?

Baili Xia didn’t dare ponder too much, fearing she’d feel desolate again.

She doesn’t know why Uncle trusts her so much.

But she knows she could never harm Uncle.

Still holding the towel, she gently cleans him, bit by bit.

The inked mess on his neck and shoulders was soon thoroughly cleaned by her.

Only when everything was sorted out did the two emerge from the bathroom.

Baili Xia helped him into fresh clothes, even tying his tie.

This was her first time tying a tie for a man.

Afraid she might mess up, she covertly checked her phone for assistance.

Watching videos to learn how to tie a tie.

But now, she hurriedly put together a passable knot.

However, Mr.

Xiaojiu seemed especially pleased.

Even the man who never bothered looking in the mirror, couldn’t help but spend a few extra moments admiring himself in the mirror Ning Anran had particularly fetched for the dorm.