Chapter Twenty-Five: Meddling in Other People’s Business

This child even saw him as a romantic rival. Officer Liu shook his head with a smile and walked away.

“What on earth was he trying to say?” Mo Nianian was utterly baffled.

Jiang Hu stared at his retreating figure, his eyes dark and brooding. “It’s said that when police officers deal with too many criminals, they can develop psychological issues themselves.”

Such meddling!

Fortunately, that man hadn’t shown any inappropriate interest in Mo Nianian; otherwise, Jiang Hu would not have been so restrained.

His gaze grew even darker, almost stormy.

Mo Nianian looked at him with some confusion and asked, “Really?”

Officer Liu, who had only walked a few steps away, caught every word. He paused, then turned back. “Miss Mo, do you know the meaning of baby’s breath?”

Mo Nianian could barely distinguish one flower from another—how could anyone expect her to know the meaning of baby’s breath? She stared at Officer Liu, utterly bewildered.

Officer Liu caught sight of the little wolf cub’s sullen transformation and smiled again, striding away.

“What does baby’s breath mean?” Mo Nianian turned to Jiang Hu.

“I don’t know either. How about I go back to the flower shop and ask?”

Baby’s breath means: you are the elusive dream I yearn for with all my being.

“Forget it, too much trouble.” Mo Nianian dismissed the matter from her mind—it wasn’t all that important.

That night, Officer Liu received an anonymous text on his phone. Just a few words: “Mind your own business.”

He laughed, cradling his phone. This child really was adorable.

So easy to provoke? He wondered what would happen if he told that sister everything.

Jiang Hu and Mo Nianian didn’t stay out long before heading home. Jiang Hu had insisted he was strong and healthy, that nothing would happen to him, yet the very next day he came down with a high fever.

Mo Nianian was hopeless at daily life—she had no experience caring for anyone. The only reason she’d managed to bandage his wound before was thanks to all the injuries she’d suffered in the past; she’d simply picked up the technique over time.

But she’d never had a fever herself and was at a complete loss looking at Jiang Hu.

She nearly dialed emergency services.

Jiang Hu, sick and feeble, stopped her. “Sis, no need for the hospital. Can you check if there’s any fever medicine at home?”

Mo Nianian rubbed her nose. “Um, where’s the medicine box?”

“Left side of the living room cabinet, third shelf, first box on the left.”

Following his instructions, she quickly found the medicine box.

She could at least read the labels, so she found the cold medicine without trouble.

Following the instructions, she took out three pills and poured a glass of warm water.

Jiang Hu was curled up in his blanket, gazing at her with puppy eyes. Mo Nianian walked to his bedside and handed him the medicine and the glass.

“Here, take your medicine.”

Jiang Hu poked his head out and, using her hand as support, licked all the pills off her palm.

His moist, slippery tongue brushed across her hand.

Mo Nianian felt as if something had scratched at her heart—she couldn’t quite describe the sensation.

She jerked her hand back, waving it behind her. “Gross. For the record, I didn’t even wash my hands.”

Jiang Hu’s eyes were soft and entangled. “I don’t mind, sis.”

Mo Nianian’s heart was struck hard again, and she couldn’t bring herself to say anything about disliking him.

She thrust the water glass toward him. “Doesn’t it taste bitter?”

He was something else, holding the medicine in his mouth that long.

Jiang Hu obediently followed her movement, took a sip of water, tilted his head thoughtfully, and smiled even more brightly. “Not bitter—sweet.”

He even licked his lips.

So sweet. His sister was sweet all over—when could he get another taste?

That little gesture brought the sensation back to Mo Nianian’s mind.

Surprisingly, she wasn’t all that disgusted.

She shot Jiang Hu a look. “Get some rest. I’ve called your school to let them know you’ll be absent.”

“Mm.” Jiang Hu nestled under the blanket, only his eyes showing, watching Mo Nianian with longing.

He spoke softly, “Sis, can you stay with me?”

Mo Nianian’s eyes widened. “You’re not a little kid anymore—”

Before she could finish, Jiang Hu ducked his head and disappeared under the covers.

“Ever since Mom and Dad died, there’s been no one to stay with me when I’m sick.”

His muffled voice came from the blanket, so full of grievance it hurt just to hear it.

Mo Nianian hesitated, swallowed her words, scratched her head, and relented. “Alright, I’ll keep you company.”

Ah, this little one was just too clingy—it was exhausting.

How could she possibly break him of this bad habit?

For the moment, she had no idea.

She switched on her soap opera again. Lately, she’d been watching “When Wife and Mother Fall Into the Water Together”—the title was silly, but the plot was so over-the-top it was addictive.

As she watched, a brilliant idea occurred to her. The reason this little one was so attached to her was because she was the only person in his life.

Once he had a girlfriend, he wouldn’t care about her at all.

The logic was flawless. Mo Nianian immediately began searching for suitable candidates.

She didn’t know what type the little one liked, so she figured she’d cast a wide net.

The girls at his school seemed nice—she’d have to go check them out sometime.

And now, weren’t there all those dating apps?

Mo Nianian created an account using Jiang Hu’s information and photo, and started hunting for a satisfactory “daughter-in-law.”

Jiang Hu had no idea what she was up to. He wasn’t the least bit sleepy and peered out from the covers, staring straight at Mo Nianian.

Emotions surged in his gaze, impossible to conceal, flowing toward Mo Nianian.

He gripped the blanket tightly, afraid he wouldn’t be able to restrain the beast inside.

She sat quietly at his side, radiating a fatal attraction. His gaze traveled slowly from top to bottom, inch by inch.

It reminded him of the enchanting figure who haunted his dreams each night.

A trace of regret flickered in his eyes—if only his sister could be that bold…

His eyes darkened once more, Adam’s apple bobbing.

“Sis… can I hold your hand?” He stared at Mo Nianian with wide, clear eyes, utterly mesmerizing.

Such a cute, soft little darling peeking out from the bedding, begging for affection—how could anyone refuse?

It’s just a hand, isn’t it? Take it, take it all.

Mo Nianian, dizzy from his charm, reached out to him, masking her voice with gruffness. “Just this once.”

Jiang Hu’s eyes lit up, sparkling with starlight. He grabbed her hand tightly and nodded emphatically.

Then he pulled her hand under the blanket, holding it fast.

He felt satisfied, deep in his soul.

He closed his eyes, smiling sweetly. “Sis, you’re so good to me.”

“Go to sleep and get some rest.” Mo Nianian, absorbed in her phone, continued selecting a worthy candidate for the little one.

This one—such long legs, impressive.

This one—so cute, approved.

Wow, this one’s not bad either.