Chapter 864: Are We Arguing

Baili Xia reached out to touch his forehead, and the temperature was still a bit hot, and it seemed like he had been feverish for a good while.

But luckily, it wasn’t too severe, and after a dose of anti-inflammatory injection, the inflammation subsided, and naturally, the fever would too.

However, someone still needed to watch over him tonight, just in case the fever spiked again, which could be very dangerous.

…

After fetching a basin of warm water and cleaning Nangong Xu’s body,

Baili Xia pulled up the blanket over him, originally planning to stay right there.

But a slight disturbance in the yard still alerted her.

That guy had been in the yard for a long time, probably knowing she was busy inside, and hadn’t interrupted her at all.

But now, she knew if she didn’t go out, he would burst in.

Baili Xia went out the door and indeed saw Mu Xiaojiu leaning against a nearby tree, silently smoking alone.

Perhaps all the men of Sihai Residence shared one thing in common: solitude.

Whether it was Nangong Xu or Mu Xiaojiu, both were the same.

The sight of them was always so lonely it would stir one’s heart.

Baili Xia steadied her emotions, then closed the door and walked toward him.

She had made things difficult for him tonight, scolding his subordinates in front of him, which put him in an awkward position.

She hadn’t intended to, but Leng Yu was really driving her insane.

She didn’t know how anxious she felt after hearing the news that her master had self-harmed.

That woman, just to spite her, had actually obstructed her from visiting him.

If she wanted to stay at Sihai Residence in the future, she could not continue to endure in silence as she had done before.

Unless she was truly ready to let go of this place completely.

Did Uncle really understand?

It wasn’t that she didn’t want him; in fact, she wanted more than before.

So, this place, she had to manage it, unless he didn’t allow it.

Mu Xiaojiu raised his hand, took a breath, and silently watched the girl walking toward him.

Only when she reached him did he pinch out the cigarette with his thumb and casually tossed it aside.

“Uncle.”

“Let’s eat first.”

He turned and called out to someone not far away: “Have them bring the meal here.”

“Yes, Mr. Xiaojiu.”

Ye Hua appeared from some corner and vanished in the blink of an eye.

Soon after, servants began busying themselves in that area.

Some brought a table, some brought chairs, and a few served the dishes.

Soon, a table full of dishes appeared in the courtyard, as if out of thin air, directly stimulating every nerve in Baili Xia.

Her stomach growled, constantly reminding her that it was very late, and she hadn’t eaten anything yet.

She grabbed Mu Xiaojiu’s large hand and walked towards the dining table.

Mu Xiaojiu looked down at the small hand holding his own, something stirring in his eyes.

His heart was slightly moved.

He thought she was angry with him, thought she really didn’t want to deal with him anymore, but he hadn’t expected her to take the initiative to hold his hand.

“What’s wrong, stiff all over, feeling uncomfortable?”

When they reached the table, Baili Xia looked up at him.

Every change in him, she could clearly feel even without looking.

She had made a scene, but she hadn’t said that they wouldn’t reconcile afterwards.

Pulling out a chair, she pulled him down to sit.

Sitting beside him, she took the chopsticks handed by a servant and picked up a few delicacies, then glanced at him.

She smiled with a touch of helplessness: “Are we fighting?”

“Of course not,” Mu Xiaojiu responded blandly, picking up his chopsticks to eat.

Fighting?

Such a petty and boring matter, he wouldn’t engage in.

But he did feel a bit anxious just now, thinking she was angry…