Chapter 327: Chapter 0327 Love is a Tormenting Thing Chapter 327: Chapter 0327 Love is a Tormenting Thing When Auntie Li came up, she saw that the cup of coffee hadn’t moved and heaved a silent sigh of relief. No matter how she had urged him, he had insisted on drinking a third cup. She was anxious but didn’t dare to say too much. Now, seeing that Tingxiao hadn’t drunk it, she couldn’t be happier inside.

“Auntie Li, please give me a bowl of soup and take away the coffee,” Tingxiao said, volunteering to drink soup, which delighted Auntie Li even more.

“Alright, I’ll get it right away,” she agreed cheerfully.

Tingxiao rubbed his temples, unable to help but smile at the thought of Mu Lan’s ruffled demeanor.

She must have thought she was very intimidating when she got angry, but in his eyes, she was truly adorable.

These days, they had been sleeping together every night. However, today he was going to be alone in his room, and Tingxiao suddenly felt uneasy.

Indeed, it is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to return to frugality once one is accustomed to extravagance.

Before, he had been overjoyed just to see a slight improvement in Mu Lan’s attitude towards him. Now that they had reconciled, he felt anxious just being apart from her for a single day.

It seems that people never know satisfaction. Having one, they want ten; having ten, they desire a hundred. Greed, it seems, is simply uncontrollable.

After Auntie Li brought the soup and saw Tingxiao gulping it down like water, she was so scared that her eyes widened.

“Young Master, this soup…” she began tentatively.

“Hmm?” he responded.

“The soup is a bit hot; please take it slow,” she cautioned.

Tingxiao hadn’t felt the heat, merely wanting to finish the soup quickly as if it could lessen his guilt. He had lied to Mu Lan but was serious about taking care of his body.

It’s as if completing a task could bring peace of mind.

Little did he know, for Mu Lan, what she cared about was not the completion of any tasks, but his health.

On the other side, after Mu Lan hung up the phone, her anger slowly subsided, and she regretted her bad attitude.

Soaking in the bathtub, she wondered if Tingxiao might be angry.

After all, who doesn’t want comfort and care when they are tired?

Mu Lan felt annoyed, yet she couldn’t bring herself to back down, having vehemently declared she would punish him. To call him now would be too embarrassing.

But the feeling of regret pricked at her like thin needles, making her uncomfortable.

She couldn’t continue her bath any longer!

Mu Lan suddenly got up from the bathtub and, after getting ready, returned to the bedroom, taking her cellphone in hand and biting her lip in indecision.

Staring intently at the screen, she deliberated for a long time whether to send Tingxiao a message.

What she didn’t know was that she wasn’t the only one in turmoil. After organizing his files, Tingxiao also wondered whether to send her a message. But it was already one o’clock in the morning, and he feared Mu Lan might be asleep, especially after a day of running around the factory.

Both of them held their phones, dumbly staring at the screen, looking at the WeChat call log interface, neither daring to send a message.

It was Tingxiao’s first time liking someone; he had skipped the dating stage and went straight to marriage. At thirty, this successful man was uncertain about what to do. He never hesitated in the business world.

But when it came to Mu Lan, he was like a small boy, treading lightly and indecisive, afraid that any action he took might displease her. He truly was afraid, afraid of making her sad. In the past, he had caused her enough sadness.

Loving too much, he feared burdening her; loving too little, he feared leaving her insecure. Tingxiao was tasting the torment of love,
yet this torment was so sweet that he willingly embraced it.

In the end, Tingxiao’s fingers, as if they had a will of their own, typed out a couple of sentences.

–“I didn’t mean to lie to you. Can you stop being mad at me?”

When Mu Lan saw “The other party is typing” at the top of the chat box, her eyes widened in shock. Tingxiao was still awake?

But after a few seconds, no new message arrived in the chat box.

What did that mean? What had he written? Why didn’t he send it?

On the other side of the screen, Tingxiao deleted what he had written and typed something else.

–“Rest well and don’t stay up late.”

Yet he felt this message was too mundane and deleted it, typing again.

–“Don’t be mad. I’ll definitely take good care of myself in the future, and you should too. Don’t overwork yourself.”

But then he thought, at this time, Mu Lan should be asleep. Maybe it’s better not to send it.

As he was pondering, his phone suddenly vibrated, startling him and almost causing him to throw it away.

He saw a message from Mu Lan in the chat box.

—-“What on earth are you trying to say after all this time?”

Huo Tingxiao was taken aback, responding instinctively.

—-“How did you know I wanted to talk to you?”

Then he realized something was wrong and immediately sent another message.

—-“Why aren’t you asleep so late at night?”

Mu Lan tried not to laugh out loud as she read the two consecutive messages that had come through.

—-“You gave yourself away when you were typing on WeChat. It shows when the other person is typing.”

Huo Tingxiao sighed in annoyance, feeling utterly embarrassed.

—-“Did I disturb your rest?”

Mu Lan’s heart was filled with sweetness, but above all, she felt a bit sorry for Tingxiao. Why did he have to lower himself so much, as if she was being mean to him?

—-“No, I was about to message you, too, when I saw that you kept typing but didn’t send anything.”

Huo Tingxiao had not expected Mu Lan to be so straightforward, hitting him right in the face and making him see stars.

—-“I was afraid you’d be asleep, so I kept hesitating to send it.”

Thinking it over, Tingxiao honestly added another sentence.

—-“I missed you.”

As for Mu Lan, those last three words were like fireworks, instantly exploding in her heart and blowing away any resentment she might have had.

—-“I was rude just now, sorry.”

Huo Tingxiao was surprised to see Mu Lan apologizing to him, and he instantly made a video call.

Mu Lan was startled for a moment, then unconsciously touched up her hair before answering the video call.

“Why are you sending a video?”

“I wanted to see you.”

Mu Lan bit her lip, unable to suppress the corners of her mouth turning upwards.

“What’s there to see about me?”

Huo Tingxiao watched her intently without blinking.

“You look good everywhere.”

Mu Lan couldn’t help it and burst into laughter.

“Flatterer.”

Seeing that Mu Lan was truly not angry anymore, Tingxiao quickly coaxed her:
“It’s all true, from the bottom of my heart.”

Mu Lan looked at him with a coquettish glare.

“Don’t drink coffee anymore, okay?”

Tingxiao felt his heart melting, ready to do anything she asked, even if it meant giving up his life.

“Of course, it’s okay.”

“Don’t agree so quickly now and then forget about it later, saying one thing and doing another.”

“I definitely won’t. I will certainly quit coffee. If I don’t, you might as well turn me into a monk.”

Mu Lan chuckled.

“So you’re willing to give up coffee because you’re afraid of becoming a monk?”

Tingxiao guiltily raised his hand to touch his nose.

“Not… not exactly.”

“But let’s discuss this. Is one month too long, could we possibly negotiate on this?”

“Oh? You think one month is a bit long? Then what do you think is not too long? Let’s hear it?”

Huo Tingxiao always felt like Mu Lan was setting a trap for him, but he had no proof.