Everyone Wants to Pamper Miss Zhuang After Her Rebirth! Chapter 308 - 308 Chapter 308. A Fated Encounter

Chapter 308 - 308 Chapter 308. A Fated Encounter

308 Chapter 308. A Fated Encounter
As for why Zhuang Xian did not remember when she and her young master were on the run, Mo Xi was also puzzled. It had been a long time since they went to Kyushu harbor to investigate this matter, but there had been no progress.
They could not tell anything from these clues that were not clear on the surface. It could be said that if their young master were not intelligent and sharp, he would not have remembered Zhuang Xian’s young and dirty face just two days three years ago; even if his Savior was right in front of him, he would not have known her and would have missed her!
Perhaps it was all arranged by fate. Two people who should meet in a sea of people, even after experiencing the vicissitudes of life, would still meet at the next intersection of fate, just like Zhuang Xian and Mo Qian.
The Wheel of Fortune was unstoppable. Humans did not have many choices before it. However, to Mo Qian, the choice to meet Zhuang Xian was the accumulation of all the luck in the first half of his life!
Zhuang Xian’s hand that was holding onto Mo Qian’s was warm. The two hands that were tightly pressed together had distinct joints, but they were intertwined with each other, like a vine and the tree that it was snuggling up to. They had a symbiotic relationship.
This time, it was already time for the acupuncture to end. Mo Qian’s side profile was heavily panting, sticking to the sweat-stained bed sheet. He felt waves of piercing and burning pain coming from his lower limbs. He groaned softly, “Zhuang Xian!”
Zhuang Xian raised her head and looked at him with confusion. She asked, “What’s wrong? Are there any other places that hurt? I’ll remove the needles immediately!”
As she spoke, she motioned for Mo Xi to let go of Mo Qian’s shoulder.
Mo Xi let go and straightened his back, retreating to the side. He looked at his young master’s wet clothes, took out his mobile phone, and sent a message to the female assistant who was guarding the door outside, indicating for her to prepare clean and neat clothes as well as warm and easy-to-digest food.
Mo Qian felt Mo Xi’s retreat and the corners of his mouth slowly lifted into a smile. He looked up at Zhuang Xian; his tender and beautiful Phoenix eyes seemed to have a hook, with a different kind of charm and lazy sexiness.
Mo Qian’s voice was very soft. Zhuang Xian subconsciously moved closer to him to hear what he was saying.
She heard Mo Qian say, “I performed so well just now. Is there a reward?”
Upon hearing this, Zhuang Xian could not help but chuckle. She looked at Mo Qian’s face, her eyes filled with helplessness, joy, and even a little indulgence.
Zhuang Xian nodded. She wanted to pull her hand away from Mo Qian’s and wipe the sweat off his forehead, but she realized that she couldn’t move it no matter how hard she tried. The girl pursed her lips and looked at Mo Qian with the corner of her eyes slightly raised, “Let go, or else I’ll let you be like a porcupine forever!”
Mo Qian looked at Zhuang Xian, who was laughing uncontrollably, and the smile on his face suddenly widened. He said softly, “Then let’s leave it like this for now! A Porcupine is a Porcupine!” Anyway, he wouldn’t let go.
“Oh? You weren’t the one who bent over and groaned in pain just now, were you?” Zhuang Xian asked in a flirtatious manner.
Her empty right hand was not idle. She nimbly removed the silver needles from a few of Mo Qian’s important acupuncture points, her face calm and peaceful.
Mo Qian sighed in relief as she pulled out the silver needles on his leg. He held Zhuang Xian’s hand tightly to prevent it from slipping away from his palm. He smiled calmly and said, “It’s me. That’s why I’m asking you. I’m so strong now. Do you have any reward for me?”
Zhuang Xian looked up quietly and glanced at Mo Xi, who was looking down at the ground. She smiled and said, “I didn’t know that President Mo has such an innocent side to him. May I ask how old you are this year?”
Mo Qian could not help but laugh. His intuition told him that Zhuang Xian was not trying to say that he was innocent but that she was trying to say that he was a rascal and childish. He let go of Zhuang Xian’s hand and smiled without saying anything.
Zhuang Xian retracted her hand and focused on removing the silver needles from Mo Qian’s leg.
Mo Xi didn’t dare to let himself make a sound, but in his lowered eyes, some surprise and helplessness flashed from time to time!
Mo Xi felt that his knowledge and understanding of the young master still seemed not to be deep and familiar enough.