He walked up to Shen Cheng and stood still before her, offering the bouquet of flowers with a gentle curve forming at the edge of his thin lips: "I returned to Du City to pay respects to my deceased wife and thought I’d stop by to see you."
There was nothing inappropriate about that statent, but Shen Cheng found it sowhat chilling...
She couldn’t shake the feeling that what he ant was: I returned to Du City to pay respects to my deceased wife, and thought I’d pay my respects to you as well.
She reached out and pushed the flowers he handed over back toward him, speaking indifferently, "I cannot accept these flowers."
Mo Qingxin also walked over at this ti. Upon seeing Shen Cheng, her expression remained unchanged, still that layer of consistent indifference.
Only, at this encounter, there was no hostility in her eyes.
"If you don’t like them, then never mind."
Mo Jin had no intention of forcing her, he smiled as he took back the flowers and turned to hand them to Mo Qingxin.
Turning his head back to look at Shen Cheng, he asked with a smile, "You don’t plan to invite in to sit for a while?"
"I do not." Shen Cheng rejected him outright, without even a second thought.
Mo Jin, upon hearing this, showed not the slightest sign of anger, his expression softening even more: "I heard you’ve had two sons, I just wanted to see what they looked like."
"They naturally look like their father. There’s nothing special to see." Shen Cheng lightly curled her lips, her voice neither warm nor angry: "Besides, I presu no one would allow soone who once harboured murderous thoughts towards their children to get close to them again."
She still rembered the tactics he used to imprison her back then, and how cruelly he wanted to kill the child in her womb.
Even if at that ti it was only a careless mistake on his part, what had happened had indeed happened, and it was ultimately his fault.
A trace of guilt appeared on Mo Jin’s face, he was silent for a long ti before he slowly said, "I was foolish."
Without waiting for Shen Cheng to speak again, he turned to glance at Mo Qingxin: "It’s getting late, let’s go."
"Yes, Master."
Mo Jin did not even look back as he stepped forward and walked towards the carriage.
Mo Qingxin gave Shen Cheng a look, then quickly followed after, opening the carriage door for Mo Jin.
Mo Jin got into the carriage, silent, his gaze fixed on Shen Cheng who was not far away.
It wasn’t until the carriage had driven far away that he slowly drew back his gaze, his lips forming a helpless smile.
Sotis, right is right, and wrong is wrong.
That incident, he indeed did wrong, and perhaps like a nightmare, it would haunt him for the rest of his life.
He had thought about it countless tis but could never understand why he had been so blind back then, almost causing the death of three people.
As the carriage drove far without any instructions from Mo Jin, Mo Qingxin cautiously inquired, "Uncle, should we go to the cetery now?"
She asked very cautiously, afraid of inadvertently disturbing him.
Hearing her question, Mo Jin nodded: "Yes, first to the cetery to pay respects to Lianlian, the rest we can plan later."
"Yes." Mo Qingxin respectfully responded, then rembering sothing else, she added, "Master, the people we sent out have found so news. Princess Sheng is doing very well; not only has she grown into a graceful and elegant lady, but she has also beco a successful attorney."
"Oh?" Mo Jin raised an eyebrow, "My sister beca a lawyer?"
Mo Qingxin nodded: "Yes. Princess Sheng got her attorney’s license in just half a year after graduation and won thirty-two cases in one year, never losing a single one."
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