A-List Actress: Paper Marriage but Pampering Billionaire-Chapter 672: I’m Here, Don’t Be Afraid!

In the room, Mu Yan was held by Jiang Jingheng, who let her sit in his lap. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

While helping her get dressed, he said, "Are you hungry? There’s lean meat porridge for breakfast, which you like."

Mu Yan leaned against his chest without speaking, her eyes vacant, as if devoid of warmth.

After dressing her, Jiang Jingheng held her at the dining table to have breakfast.

He fed her a spoonful, Mu Yan ate a spoonful.

After feeding her a bowl of porridge, Jiang Jingheng asked, "Are you full?"

Mu Yan remained silent.

Jiang Jingheng gently said, "If you’re full, then we won’t eat anymore."

He carried her back to sit on the bed and began packing their things.

He quickly finished packing the suitcase, walked over, and said, "Everything’s sorted, let’s go home."

Mu Yan never looked at him even once. He wasn’t in a hurry and helped her put on her shoes at the bedside.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

Jiang Jingheng got up to open the door.

Song Cheng’an was at the door, glanced inside, and asked, "How is Mu Yan?"

"We’ll talk after returning to Upper City."

Song Cheng’an nodded, "I’ve arranged the car."

Jiang Jingheng turned back, holding Mu Yan in one hand and pulling the suitcase with the other as they left.

Song Cheng’an watched Mu Yan walk past him expressionlessly, his heart sank slightly. In the past, she would have definitely greeted him, calling him Brother Song.

How did she become so lifeless after just one short night?

In Mu Yan’s current state, she definitely couldn’t fly back. If anyone saw her, it would certainly cause a big stir.

Throughout the journey, Song Cheng’an was driving while Jiang Jingheng sat in the back accompanying Mu Yan.

Mu Yan spent most of the time sleeping. When she awoke, she would just stare out the window, lost in thought.

Driving from Shencheng City to Upper City takes seven to eight hours, but thankfully it wasn’t a holiday, so there were no traffic jams.

Around eight in the evening, they arrived back at the villa.

Jiang Jingheng carried Mu Yan from the car and walked towards the door, with Song Cheng’an trailing behind with the suitcase.

He placed her on the large bed in the bedroom and softly said, "I’ll get you a glass of water, stay in the room for a moment."

Mu Yan stared ahead, seemingly not hearing him, without looking at him at all.

Jiang Jingheng kissed her on the forehead and turned to leave.

Song Cheng’an was standing in the downstairs living room. Seeing him come down, he asked, "What’s her condition?"

"She always had autism, and seeing that uncle-nephew from the Zhuang Family yesterday triggered her."

Song Cheng’an recalled the earlier rumors of depression. Since Mu Yan knew Xu Yachong, their circle naturally didn’t believe she was ill.

But thinking about it now, when did Mu Yan become so close to Xu Yachong, and why did they meet at the clinic?

"So, what do we do now?" Song Cheng’an asked.

"A mental knot requires a mental cure."

Song Cheng’an understood what he meant and nodded, "I know. Let me know if you need any assistance."

"Hmm."

Soon, Song Cheng’an left.

All of Mu Yan’s upcoming work needed to be postponed. Jiang Jingheng had to personally explain to the program crews and film crews, keeping him busy.

Afterward, Jiang Jingheng made a call to Xu Yachong.

"We’ve returned to Upper City."

"Forget about tonight, come over tomorrow morning."

After giving instructions, Jiang Jingheng returned to the room and saw Mu Yan sitting on the bed, her arms hugging her knees, looking pitiful and helpless.

His heart suddenly ached, and he quickly walked over, placed the glass on the table, and held her tightly in his embrace.

"There, there, I’m here, don’t be afraid."