The trees want stillness but the wind will not cease, the child wants to provide care but the parents are not always there.
Many people know this phrase, yet they cannot truly understand it.
There are all sorts of dicines in this world.
But the one thing that does not exist is Regret dicine.
Aunt Zhang had already slept for a whole day and night, when in fact Zuo Lingxiang had only given her one sleeping pill, which normally sustains sleep for around 6—8 hours.
But Aunt Zhang had been sleeping for almost over 20 hours.
This was very abnormal.
Listening to Chu Jin’s words, Zuo Lingxiang suddenly realized the severity of the situation. She had been busy cleaning carpets and doing housework all day and had not noticed this issue at all. Now, without ti to say more to Chu Jin, Zuo Lingxiang hurriedly ran toward the servant’s room.
The mont Zuo Lingxiang entered, Aunt Zhang was also just sitting up in bed, pinching her temples and looking extrely exhausted.
With a "snap", a stark white dazzling light filled the room.
Aunt Zhang first squinted her eyes before she focused on the door and asked in confusion, "Is it really you, Lingxiang? Why did you go out so late at night?"
Indeed, it was already evening, but it was already the evening of the next day.
At that mont, Zuo Lingxiang realized that her mother had truly aged.
The crow’s feet at the corners of her eyes were very deep.
Her temples were also sowhat graying.
Ti had left too many traces on her face.
She was no longer the mother in her mories.
She was no longer young.
Her figure was much thinner than before.
For the sake of their livelihood, she had given up too much.
Zuo Lingxiang looked at her mother before her, her nose tingling slightly. She tried her best to hold back her emotions, speaking as calmly as possible, "Mom, you lie down for a bit longer, I’ll go cook for you. Would you like so noodles?"
Only then did Aunt Zhang notice Zuo Lingxiang’s outfit, asking with so surprise, "Lingxiang, why are you wearing my clothes?"
Not only was the outfit surprising, but her manner of speaking was also very strange.
Since when had her daughter been so attentive? Actually offering to cook for her? Was she dreaming?
Zuo Lingxiang was the only daughter in the family, and even though she grew up in the countryside, Aunt Zhang never let her do any heavy labor.
Though Aunt Zhang was not able to provide her a life like that of a Little Princess, she had never let Zuo Lingxiang suffer much hardship. Compared to other children in the countryside, Zuo Lingxiang was more than ten tis luckier.
It was exactly because of this that Zuo Lingxiang grew up not knowing
"Mom, don’t worry about it for now. I’m going to boil the noodles, we can eat and talk," Zuo Lingxiang said and then stepped out of the room.
No sooner had Zuo Lingxiang stepped out than she saw Chu Jin and Mo Zhixuan descending the stairs.
They walked side by side.
Chu Jin wore a light purple dress, her long black glossy hair falling gracefully behind her, which made her palm-sized, exquisitely radiant face even more strikingly beautiful.
Mo Zhixuan was dressed in a pristine, dust-free white shirt, his sleeves rolled up neatly to reveal a portion of his fair, strong forearm and a harsh watch, standing tall and elegant.
The two of them standing together were undoubtedly a picturesque scene.
Pleasing to the eye and particularly well-matched.
Zuo Lingxiang watched them, redirected her gaze, and respectfully moved back two steps, "Sir, Miss."
Mo Zhixuan remained as composed as ever.
Chu Jin nodded at her, speaking in a gentle tone, "Mm, we’re heading back. Don’t forget to take Aunt Zhang to the hospital for a check-up tomorrow."
"Of course." Zuo Lingxiang saw the couple out.
Outside, there was a black Volkswagen parked.
Mo Zhixuan, abandoning his aloof deanor for the mont, gallantly opened the car door for her and even thoughtfully shielded the car roof with his hand.
Zuo Lingxiang watched all this with a heart full of envy but no longer jealousy.
Just pure envy.
It was only then that Zuo Lingxiang realized that all the rumors about Chu Jin keeping a younger man were nothing but slander from outsiders.
From beginning to end, the man was always "Sir".
As she watched the black Volkswagen disappear into the night, Zuo Lingxiang returned to the house and made a bowl of egg noodles to bring to Aunt Zhang.
Only then did Aunt Zhang realize that she wasn’t dreaming.
Her daughter seed to have really grown up and knew how to care for her now.
"Lingxiang..." Aunt Zhang reached out to take the bowl, feeling its weight as heavy as a thousand pounds, stuck in her throat, and her heart also felt exceedingly heavy. In that mont, Aunt Zhang felt that everything she had given up in the past was worth it.
"Mom, I was wrong before. I was immature. It won’t happen again. Please eat first."
"Okay." Aunt Zhang choked up as she swallowed a mouthful of noodles.
To ordinary people, it might just be an ordinary bowl of noodles, but to Aunt Zhang it held an extraordinary significance.
This bowl of noodles represented her daughter’s growth.
That evening, the mother and daughter shared many heartfelt conversations, talking about the past and the future.
This was the first ti Zuo Lingxiang had spoken so seriously with her mother since she beca an adult, as if she had returned to her childhood.
Elsewhere.
Mo Zhixuan took Chu Jin to the villa near Capital University.
This is the advantage of the wealthy.
No matter where they are, they can always afford a property and never need to think about money.
Dinner was still made by Mo Zhixuan.
He wore an apron and busied himself in the kitchen.
Chu Jin stood by, helping out.
"Let’s go watch a movie after dinner," Mr. Mo said while cutting tomatoes.
Strolling around and watching a movie, flaunting their love on social dia—this is what a normal couple’s day should be like.
Mr. Mo, though he had never dated before.
But he’s smart, you see, he knows how to search for strategies online, and he reads the "Love Guide."
He wanted to do everything that all lovers in the world have done with her.
Of course, that included those indescribable things.
"What movie are we watching?" Chu Jin stood behind him, curious inside about how a senior like Mr. Mo could actually keep up with such things—quite a wonder indeed.
"The latest blockbuster that’s just been released."
"Wow," Chu Jin raised her eyebrows slightly, "I didn’t expect you, an old man, to be up-to-date with the latest blockbusters."
"I don’t only know about blockbusters; I even know the title," Mr. Mo pondered for a mont, then said with a serious face, "Avengers Plan."
Avengers Plan?
What on earth is that?
"You an the Avengers, right?" Chu Jin laughed lightly.
Mo Zhixuan cleared his throat and changed the subject, "Peel so garlic for . Once you’re done, wait for in the living room. The kitchen is full of oil fus, which isn’t good for a girl’s skin. After we eat, we’ll go watch the movie."
"Okay," Chu Jin held back her laughter as she peeled the garlic, "Then hurry up, and we’ll go watch ’Avengers Plan’ together after dinner."
Mr. Mo: "..."
After dinner, the two of them left the house leisurely.
The location of the villa was excellent.
Located to the east of Capital University, right outside the villa gate was a snack street with a night market that was very lively at night, bustling with groups of university students weaving through the stalls on both sides of the road.
After seeing the movie, they caught the night market just in ti.
Miss Chu was excited, pulling Mr. Mo around the night market, wandering around just like any ordinary couple.
The night market offered not only specialty snacks but also clothes, small accessories, plants and flowers, as well as birds and fish...
Mo Zhixuan glanced at the laughing face of the girl beside him, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curved up; youth is a disease, and it is contagious.
Since being with her, he felt he had beco younger too.
"Let’s rest for a bit," Chu Jin pulled Mo Zhixuan towards a seating area.
There, so wicker chairs were set up.
The wicker chairs were filled with resting couples, overcrowded, and Chu Jin barely found a vacant chair, but there was only one seat left.
She had assud Mr. Mo would give this seat to her.
Unexpectedly, Mr. Mo didn’t play by the rules and sat on the wicker chair like a boss.
Chu Jin narrowed her eyes slightly, the expression in her eyes quite evident.
Yet Mr. Mo had no intention of giving up his seat. Instead, he gently took her wrist, gave a light pull, and after a whirl, Chu Jin found herself sitting on his lap.
A beauty in arms.
Mr. Mo felt his whole being had ascended in quality.
Fortunately, everyone around them was a couple, and no one paid them any attention.
"Isn’t this better, why make it complicated?" Mr. Mo held her in his arms and whispered softly into her ear.
"I see your skin is getting thicker by the day."
"Only thick for one person."
Opposite the wicker chairs was a small jewelry stand.
Under the lighting, those cheap pieces of jewelry shone brilliantly, sparkling attractively.
In front of the stand, a young couple was picking out matching rings.
Even though the rings were fake, the couple picked with utmost seriousness.
The owner was a middle-aged man.
Perhaps because the rings were so cheap, he wasn’t as enthusiastic as other vendors in introducing them to custors; instead, he sat back with crossed legs, eyes half-closed, in a deep sleep, with a cardboard box next to him. Inside the box were so small bills and change.
After so people chose their favorite jewelry, they simply threw the money into the cardboard box.
This was a carefree vendor, letting everything take its course, not even worried about custors ducking out on paynt.
In fact, after observing for so long, Chu Jin hadn’t seen a single person running solo, the overall public quality had improved, which was a sign of national progress.
Next to Chu Jin sat a couple who looked like students, evidently smitten with each other; they kissed passionately as soon as they sat down, reluctant to part.
Mr. Mo blushed and felt parched and restless.
The young people of today really have no sense of propriety, under the broad daylight, how could they...
It wasn’t easy for the kiss to finally end.
The girl whispered to the boy.
"I really like that stuffed animal over there, let’s go buy it later, okay?"
"Sure, if you like it, I’ll have everything here moved back to our place."
The girl reproached him, "Why would you do that? What would I do with so much stuff?"
The man lowered his head and kissed the girl’s face, "If you like it, I’ll even bring you the stars from the sky."
"Really?"
"Of course, it’s true."
"What about the moon?"
"I’ll get that for you too."
This was the best manifestation of love.
Listening to these conversations, Chu Jin looked up at Mo Zhixuan and said with a curved brow and smiling eyes, "I want the stars from the sky too."
She looked especially beautiful when she smiled, her delicate crescent eyes filled with specks of starlight, much like the stars in the sky, making one’s breathing quicken and heart flutter.
Like a child begging for candy.
Even a heart once cold and hard was lted into a puddle.
Not to ntion stars, even if she asked for his heart, he would offer it up without hesitation.
Mr. Mo couldn’t resist and lowered his head, leaving a moist kiss on those exquisite eyes, his sexy Adam’s apple bobbing twice, "Having is enough, why would you want the stars? You can’t eat them."
Stars are so big, if one were really brought down from the sky, it would crush everyone to death!
So it goes to say, the young people nowadays are rather flamboyant, not only do they enjoy discussing aningless topics, but they also blindly boast.
But he was different.
He could enter the hall or go into the kitchen, never boasting or speaking recklessly.
His words matched his actions.
Compared to these youngsters, he was many tis more outstanding!
It’s Jin’s eye for quality that’s good.
Out of ten thousand, she picked him.
Chu Jin: "..." Why did the script change when it got to her?
Shouldn’t he lovingly say, "Yes, for you, everything for you!"?
This was the reality of having a seller’s version versus a buyer’s version of a boyfriend.
"But the stars are pretty, I don’t care, I want the stars," Chu Jin turned into a wild girlfriend, trying to steer the conversation back.
Such a romantic starry sky, such a romantic scene, Mr. Mo was really killing the mood.
"Actually, stars are not that pretty, they’re just superficial," Mr. Mo looked up at the sky, "Stars are composed of hot gases that can shine by themselves, while cots are mainly made of water, ammonia, thane, hydrogen cyanide, nitrogen, carbon dioxide, and other materials, and the cot’s nucleus is a dirty snowball made of mixed icy water, carbon dioxide, ammonia, and dust particles."
Chu Jin looked at Mr. Mo speechlessly, then said, "But the stars shine."
"Not all stars can shine, stars are capable of shining, but planets do not; planets shine by reflecting light, and besides, a star is a very large sphere..."
Mr. Mo seriously shared this knowledge with Chu Jin.
A very romantic topic was abruptly turned into an astronomical discussion by Mr. Mo.
The tone of Mo Zhixuan was neither loud nor soft, unhurried and rhythmical, causing even the couple next to them to turn their heads in astonishnt.
At that mont, everyone thought to themselves.
This was soone’s silly boyfriend.
He couldn’t even cajole a girl properly, destined to be single!
The male peers around Mo Zhixuan sent him sympathetic glances.
To prevent Mr. Mo from being beaten up by others, Chu Jin slightly raised her eyebrows and interrupted him, "...Well, let’s go and check that out instead." With that, she stood up and pulled Mr. Mo toward a stall selling small jewelry.
"Okay."
As they approached the stall, the couple had just finished selecting a ring and were ready to leave, putting a large red note in the box.
"Jin." A surprised voice rose in the air.
Chu Jin also looked up in surprise, "Sister."
The couple was none other than Han Zixiu and Ding Siyu.
"Miss Chu." Han Zixiu also nodded slightly towards Chu Jin, greeting her.
Since Ding Siyu had actively made a friend for the first ti in three years, Han Zixiu also placed great importance on Chu Jin.
Chu Jin smiled politely, "Sister, are you and Mr. Han out having fun together too?"
Seeing Ding Siyu looking like such a dutiful wife, she must be half-tricked by Han Zixiu, right?
Han Zixiu’s long journey of pursuing his wife is also incredibly difficult.
"Hmm," Ding Siyu nodded, her gaze drifting to Mo Zhixuan beside her, she seed to be stunned for a mont, then said, "Jin, who is this?"
The man before her was young and handso, with an imposing presence. He was in no way inferior to Han Zixiu in terms of deanor and appearance. Standing next to Chu Jin, they looked a perfect match, and moreover, from the way they interacted with each other, it was obvious their relationship was extraordinary—they were undoubtedly a couple.
But the rumors said that the head of the Mo family was an old man over fifty.
So what was the situation here?
Could it be that Chu Jin had already broken off her engagent with the head of the Mo family?
Chu Jin didn’t seem like soone fickle.
Ding Siyu was sowhat confused.
"Sister, Mr. Han," Chu Jin began with a slight smile, "let introduce you, this is my fiancé, Mo Zhixuan."
Mr. Mo had thought Chu Jin would again introduce him as her uncle, as she used to do that in front of teachers and classmates when attending parent-teacher etings at the school.
Now, hearing Miss Chu finally acknowledging him appropriately, Mr. Mo was pleased and his lips curled up in a smile, as he extended his hand to Han Zixiu, "Mr. Han, nice to et you, I’m Mo Zhixuan."
"I’ve heard a lot about you." Han Zixiu’s expression remained unchanged.
Mr. Mo deployed his tactful modesty, "I’m flattered, flattered."
Ding Siyu, on the other hand, was completely stunned. She had never imagined that the man before her was Mo Zhixuan.
Is he really Mo Zhixuan?
Did Chu Jin make a mistake?
He and the rumored head of the Mo family were worlds apart!
How could they be the sa person?
Ding Siyu looked at Mo Zhixuan, frowning subtly, pulled Chu Jin aside, and whispered, "Jin, are you sure he’s really the head of the Mo family?"
"He really is," Chu Jin nodded slightly, "the real deal, honest and true."
But Ding Siyu still didn’t believe it, "Jin, don’t be fooled by soone. I’ve heard that the head of the Mo family is over fifty, with an ugly countenance and even cursed..." She was worried about Chu Jin.
Chu Jin was still so young; what if she was being deceived?
What if this was a switcheroo strategy by the other party?
She couldn’t stand by and watch Chu Jin be tricked.
"Sister, don’t worry," Chu Jin saw the concern in Ding Siyu’s eyes and gently patted her hand, "those are just rumors, nobody can bully ."
"But..." The worry was evident in Ding Siyu’s eyes. She knew Chu Jin was an extrely determined and intelligent woman, but a woman in love could have a blind spot.
"Sister," Chu Jin looked earnestly at Ding Siyu, "he and I have shared adversity and faced life and death together; we can’t be apart from each other anymore, so you don’t need to worry."
"Jin... you an, all that is true?" Ding Siyu first glanced at Mo Zhixuan, then turned back to Chu Jin.
"Yes," Chu Jin nodded slightly, "it’s all true."
"Has he ever bullied you?" Ding Siyu continued to ask.
"No," Chu Jin shook her head, smiling, "he wouldn’t dare."
When she smiled, two shallow dimples appeared at the corners of her mouth, which was very attractive. As soone who had been there, Ding Siyu knew that Chu Jin’s smile ca from the heart, and it was clear she was truly happy.
Much happier than Chu Jin had been before.
Ding Siyu felt relieved, "That’s good, Jin, rember, I’m your family from now on, and if anyone ever wrongs you, just co to and Han Zixiu, we’re your strongest support."
Ding Siyu spontaneously categorized Han Zixiu under "us" without realizing it; in fact, in her heart, she had no resistance to Han Zixiu.
"Yes," Chu Jin’s eyes curved with her smile as she hugged Ding Siyu, "Thank you, sister."
Ding Siyu patted her on the back, "We’re sisters, no need for thanks."
The two n on this side softened their gaze when they saw the scene over there. Han Zixiu withdrew his gaze to look at Mo Zhixuan and coolly said, "According to hierarchy, Mr. Mo should call brother-in-law."
"Brother-in-law?" Mo Zhixuan’s thin lips quirked up, "It seems Mr. Han hasn’t woken up from his dream yet. When did my sister acknowledge you?"
The shaless Mr. Mo had already automatically counted Ding Siyu as part of his family.
Since she was Jin’s sister, she was naturally his sister as well.
Considering that the sister was only a few years older than Jin, it seed he got the better deal.
Han Zixiu finally couldn’t hold back and retorted, "Mo Zhixuan, do you have no sha? When did my wife beco your sister?"
"Heh," Mr. Mo scoffed, "kidnapping a girl, and you claim to have dignity!"
The fact that Ding Siyu could marry Han Zixiu involved a certain amount of scheming.
If it weren’t for Han Zixiu’s intervention, the Ding family’s business would not have faced a crisis, nor would Ding’s father have sold his own daughter to Han Zixiu to save the company.
A dowry of 500 million.
Using the word "sold" wasn’t too far off.
Han Zixiu’s mouth twitched, "When did I ever kidnap a girl?"
"Otherwise, do you think my sister would fancy you?" Mo Zhixuan looked Han Zixiu up and down, the disdain in his eyes was quite evident. Then he added, "Soone as outdated as you is not worthy of my young sister. I suggest you let go sooner rather than later, don’t be the crabapple tree that crushes the pear blossoms!"
"I! You!" Han Zixiu was so angry he nearly flipped him off.
That Mo Zhixuan really had no sha, even though he was older than Han Zixiu, he still had the audacity to use the crabapple and pear blossom analogy on himself!
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