Chapter 807: Chapter 807: The Calamity Does Not Extend to Family Members

Xia Siyu had never experienced such an awkward moment in her life.

Especially embarrassing herself in front of Yun Lih, she felt annoyed and flustered, unable to recover her senses for a long time.

Yun Lih tossed the towel into the washbasin, looked down, and with slightly pursed lips, said, “Let go.”

“Ah?” Xia Siyu stared and then realized her hand was still clutching Yun Lih’s pajama bottoms, “Oh, oh.”

She quickly released her grip, eyes darting around, her face steaming hot, her ears turning red.

Xia Siyu fiddled with the stray hairs on her forehead, stealing glances at the long legs gradually being covered by the pajama bottoms.

They were long and straight, with clearly defined muscle lines that looked robust and powerful.

Xia Siyu swallowed, her mind flooded with inappropriate thoughts.

By this time, Yun Lih had already put his pajama bottoms back on, and from his viewpoint, the scene before him was… somewhat hard to describe.

He could never have imagined the usually elegant and competent Xia Siyu wearing a cartoon-style big yellow duck nightgown, and it seemed there were even two fuzzy duck feet at the front of her belly.

Yun Lih’s temples twitched, feeling as if a flock of big yellow ducks was swimming before his eyes.

He looked down at Xia Siyu and bent over to hold her arm, “Can you stand up?”

“I can.” Xia Siyu used the leverage to climb up, finally stabilizing herself, and when she raised her eyelids, she ran into an unadulterated wall of flesh.

Yun Lih’s upper body was bare, his pectoral muscles, abs, and Adonis belt… There were even some small scars on his skin, adding to his masculine appeal.

Xia Siyu felt dizzy, her gaze fixed on his abs and the part of the Adonis belt disappearing into his pajama bottoms.

The inappropriate thoughts took over again.

She remembered… there was a particularly fitting description online: “the handle of love.”

Suddenly, the top of her head felt heavy, Yun Lih’s warm palm disturbed her long hair, and her sight was blocked by the falling strands, “Go back and put on your shoes.”

Xia Siyu turned around mechanically, sneaking another glance at his abs, yes, six-pack.

Yun Lih watched her clumsy walk and lowered his eyes, a helplessly amused smile spread across his lips.

Back in her room, Xia Siyu sat on the bed, rubbing the duck feet on her nightgown, her mind wandering.

About half an hour later, she walked slowly to the dining room and saw Su Moshi and Yun Lih waiting for her to start their meal.

Xia Siyu instinctively observed Yun Lih’s complexion, and seeing it was normal, she pulled out a chair and sat down.

Breakfast consisted of simple and refined Western dishes; Su Moshi occasionally glanced at the preoccupied Xia Siyu, his eyebrows raising thoughtfully.

Was Xia Lao Wu stimulated?

He watched her sprinkle sugar on her fried egg with a vacant expression, lost in thought.

She was supposed to sprinkle pepper instead.

Su Moshi narrowed his eyes slightly and upon seeing her stuff the sugar-coated fried egg into her mouth, he asked with a half-smile, “Is it too sweet?”

Xia Siyu held the fried egg in her mouth, feeling numb on the scalp.

It was disgustingly sweet.

In the end, she held her breath and swallowed the sickeningly sweet fried egg, glancing at Su Moshi, “Mind your own business.”

Su Moshi noticed her embarrassment and shook his head, trying not to laugh.

Suddenly, Yun Lih coughed abruptly, and Xia Siyu’s expression tightened instantly. She quickly grabbed the water jug to pour him water and, furrowing her brows, said to Su Moshi, “The herbal medicine doesn’t seem very effective. Brother Lih’s cough hasn’t improved at all. Could the medicine Shang Lu prescribed not be working?”

No sooner had her words fallen than a loud bang came from outside the dining room, as if a door had been slammed.

Xia Siyu and the others changed their expressions slightly, just about to get up when Liuyun, holding a stack of herbal medicine packets, walked in, and said languidly, “It’s okay, it was the Second Young Master.”

Shang Lu had planned to come over to check on Yun Lih’s condition when he accidentally overheard Xia Siyu questioning his medical skills.

The second-generation heir who had been raised with every luxury couldn’t stand this kind of insult.

He immediately threw the Chinese medicine pack to Liuyun and stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

…

At ten o’clock in the morning, two Bentley cars appeared once again in Myst Town.

Madam Xiao did not leave the car; she sat in the back seat, observing the outside through the window.

Xiao Yeyan was looking down at his phone, appearing to be sending a message.

The one who got out was Yin Mo.

She was carrying a delicate silver mini suitcase in her hand and, closing the car door, walked along the road into the depths of the town.

At this moment, Madam Xiao had regained her usual composure and elegance, with her hair stylishly coiffed and an ageless grace on her face showing no signs of panic.

Xiao Yeyan put away his phone and turned to watch Yin Mo’s figure as she walked farther away, his expression a smirk, “Hopefully Yin Mo will be successful.”

Madam Xiao touched her nails, her voice very even, “If she can’t bring Ningning back, there’s no point in keeping her around.”

A gleam flashed in Xiao Yeyan’s eyes; he placated her insincerely, “Don’t worry. As father said, this mess was caused by elder brother–you venting your anger on Yin Mo might not solve anything.”

Madam Xiao fell silent, her gaze fixed on the buildings of Myst Town like venom.

Shortly after Yin Mo disappeared around the corner of a Western-style house, Madam Xiao glanced at the rearview mirror and a bodyguard in the front immediately handed her a receiver earpiece.

Xiao Yeyan noticed this and turned his eyes away, silently sneering to himself.

He was quite looking forward to seeing what his dear elder brother would do when Yin Mo was the target of displeasure.

…

Meanwhile, Yin Mo followed Luoyu into the living room of the Western-style house.

Li Qiao, Su Moshi, and Xia Siyu sat side by side on the bar stools, with a laptop computer close at hand.

All four were gathered, yet no one spoke.

Li Qiao and Yin Mo exchanged glances, followed by a slight curl of the lips from Li Qiao, who slowly pressed the Enter key on the laptop.

Xia Siyu breathed a sigh of relief, hopped down from the bar stool, and with a stern face, walked up to Yin Mo, “Do you have something to say?”

Yin Mo smiled, “Lao Wu, I’m late.”

Xia Siyu gave her a sidelong glance and reluctantly opened her arms, “Hug me.”

Yin Mo handed the small suitcase to Su Moshi and stepped forward to embrace Xia Siyu tightly.

Probably only in front of them did Yin Mo dare to reveal her true temperament.

After exchanging pleasantries, Yin Mo and the others returned to Li Qiao’s side. She opened the small suitcase, which contained several packets of herbs lined up next to a sealed letter.

“This is the antidote recipe–he wants to trade it for Xiao Yening.”

Su Moshi picked up the envelope and opened it to reveal the names of six poisonous herbs written inside.

Li Qiao looked at the suitcase without much emotion and asked, “What else did he say?”

Yin Mo shook her head and motioned towards the envelope with her lips, “He said he wrote a sentence for you on the back of the letter.”

Su Moshi turned the letter over as instructed by Li Qiao, who had gestured towards the bar.

On the back, it simply read: Disaster shall not befall family.

Seeing this, Xia Siyu laughed sarcastically, “How dare he?”

Su Moshi also found it bitterly amusing.

Only Li Qiao’s expression remained indifferent, his lips curving slightly, “Releasing her is fine, but not now.”

Yin Mo looked unruffled and added another comment while looking at the envelope, “There’s something strange. This morning, he specifically instructed me to contact the marine biomedical laboratory in Australia to inquire whether there is an antidote for the poison of the blue-ringed octopus.”