Chapter 933: He Has His Own World

After tossing and turning all night, by the next morning, Mu Xiaojiu’s temperature finally returned to normal.

The inflammation also reduced significantly, although his throat still felt a bit searing with pain.

According to Nangong Xu, this was the final pang of discomfort as a sign of improvement.

A bit more medicine, a bit more endurance, and he would be guaranteed to speak properly within a day.

Baili Xia still wouldn’t let him speak; after all, if his voice was compromised, it would take several more days to heal.

Once he recovered, he’d be out the door to work—no deity could stop him.

Baili Xia was still a bit anxious, afraid that Grandpa would see Uncle leaving her room.

And as if afraid that whatever you fear will come to pass, the moment they stepped out the door, they were indeed seen.

However, the person they encountered wasn’t the old master but rather the eldest brother, Mu Lingchuan.

“Uncle?” Mu Lingchuan’s brows furrowed instantly upon seeing Baili Xia and Mu Xiaojiu emerging from her room in the early morning, with Uncle clearly looking like he had spent the entire night there.

“Uncle, you…”

Mu Xiaojiu glanced at him nonchalantly, silent.

Baili Xia knew his throat was in pain and wanted to explain to Mu Lingchuan, but at the moment, she didn’t know what to say.

Luckily, Mu Xiaoyao, who was behind her, spoke up to clarify, “Last night I drank a bit too much with Uncle, and then he suddenly came down with a fever, so Xiaxia took care of him overnight.”

For the sake of credibility, he raised an eyebrow and glanced towards the stairway entrance.

“Mr. Nangong just left; he had just come to check on Uncle.”

Mu Lingchuan nodded, although the way Xiaoyao rattled off so much at once seemed a bit strange.

But he didn’t suspect anything.

It wasn’t as if Baili Xia and Uncle had been alone together; Xiaoyao was also in the room, so it was perfectly normal for Baili Xia, the junior, to take care of Uncle overnight.

It was just odd that Uncle hadn’t said a word.

“The master said Uncle drank too quickly last night, followed by some unclean food, which caused too much internal heat and an inflamed throat, and that speaking now would be painful.”

Seeing the expression on Mu Lingchuan’s face, Baili Xia immediately offered an explanation on Mu Xiaojiu’s behalf.

Ignoring them, Mu Xiaojiu turned and walked downstairs.

“Uncle, be careful,” Baili Xia hurried after him.

Mu Xiaojiu looked down, glaring at her slightly in displeasure.

He wasn’t some old decrepit man; what was there to be so cautious about?

Did she think him a sickly cat?

Did he need to go back to his room immediately to prove he was more of a tiger than a sickly cat?

Baili Xia glanced at him, wishing she could roll her eyes at his expression.

What was he being so stubborn for?

Wasn’t she just worried he wouldn’t walk steadily because he had just recovered from an illness?

Plus, didn’t he consider who it was that had a fever reaching forty-one degrees just last night?

Forty-one, that’s not low at all.

Yet, Mu Xiaojiu did seem to have improved significantly today; his steps as he walked were far from weak, quite steady, in fact.

Almost fully recovered overnight, it was nothing short of miraculous.

Nevertheless, for the sake of his throat, Nangong Xu even had Ye Hua instruct someone at Sihai Residence to prepare a special, light breakfast for him.

This meant that Mu Xiaojiu didn’t have breakfast with Baili Xia.

When Baili Xia was going out to the parking garage, Mu Xiaojiu’s car just happened to drive past them.

He ate breakfast later than she did, but left earlier: were the matters at the company really so pressing that he had to rush over while still not fully recovered?

She wanted to help share his burden, but didn’t know what she could do.

Uncle might not even want her to do anything…

No matter what, he had his own world, and she, too, had her own realm to attend to.