??Chapter 290: Chapter 290: How far along is the wedding preparation?
Chapter 290: Chapter 290: How far along is the wedding preparation?
In the restaurant.
Mrs. Mo had already been waiting.
Mo Chen and Qiao Ruoxin entered the restaurant and looked up, imdiately showing smiles.
He sat down beside his mother and called out in a deep voice, “Mom.”
Qiao Ruoxin sat beside Mo Chen and politely called out, “Mrs. Mo.”
“Mm.”
Mrs. Mo responded, then served a small bowl of soup in front of Mo Chen, “Drink this, I added caterpillar fungus to it to fight fatigue. I heard from Xiaowu that you’ve been very tired recently.”
He smiled faintly, “It’s fine.”
Qiao Ruoxin looked at Mrs. Mo, who only had eyes for her own son.
She couldn’t help but sigh softly to herself; this is what a real mother is like…
Mo Chen glanced at her and frowned slightly, “Why, do you want to drink it too? Here, you have it.”
The man handed over the small bowl of soup to Qiao Ruoxin.
Qiao Ruoxin’s eyes widened instantly. If she dared to accept this bowl of soup, Mrs. Mo would probably hate her to death!
“No need, no need, I can get it myself.”
She signaled to Mo Chen with frantic gestures.
Mo Chen watched her pulling faces, laughed out loud, then continued drinking his soup on his own.
Mrs. Mo, eating elegantly, suddenly asked, “How far along are the wedding preparations? If you’re going to send out invitations, leave that to ; they need to be sent at least a month in advance. Many people are overseas and need to arrange travel.”
Qiao Ruoxin quietly lowered her head to eat, not wanting or daring to butt into this matter.
Mo Chen put down the porcelain bowl in his hand and said in a deep voice, “We haven’t reached that step.”
After finishing the al, Qiao Ruoxin slowly stood up, “Mrs. Mo, I’m full, I would like to take a walk outside; please enjoy your al.”
Mo Chen looked up at her, “Take your phone.”
“Okay.”
She smiled faintly and turned to leave.
In fact, she was giving the mother and son space to talk. Mrs. Mo must have sothing she wanted to say to Mo Chen.
After Qiao Ruoxin left.
Mrs. Mo picked up a bowl of soup and slowly sipped it, saying, “I’ve heard that the Lu Family is planning to return to develop in their ho country.”
He raised his eyes, frowning, “Which Lu Family?”
Mrs. Mo spoke casually, “The Lu Family that had the arranged marriage with you.”
Instantly, Mo Chen’s handso face turned cold, and a trace of hostility even erged, “What does that have to do with ?”
“Nothing, just giving you a heads up. If the Lu Family returns to the country and forgets about the arranged marriage, that’s fine, but if the Lu Family brings it up, you should be ntally prepared.”
Mo Chen sneered disdainfully and let out a sound of contemptuous laughter, “I’ve said it long ago, I take no responsibility.”
Mrs. Mo laughed a little and said no more.
…
Qiao Ruoxin was walking alone in the Mo Family’s estate.
What should she do now?
Simon was bound to take so action before leaving.
What could she do to make Simon willingly take his mother back to the United States?
Suddenly!
The man’s large hand grasped her shoulder, startling her. She turned around sharply to et Mo Chen’s deep, well-like eyes.
“Why do you always sneak up and scare
like this?”
Mo Chen sneered, walked to her side, wrapped an arm around her slender waist, and said in a deep voice, “You’re the one who’s distracted.”
She huffed and turned her head away.
“Little Ghost, what are you thinking about?”
She turned her head, a sly glint passing through her eyes, then opened her arms and hugged the man’s tall fra, “I was just thinking… being Mrs. Mo must be pretty tough.”
The corners of the man’s mouth curled into a smile; he tightened his grip on her slender waist and deliberately lowered his voice, his tone so suggestive, “At most, it’ll just be a bit tiring in bed. Just bear with it, hmm?”
“…”
Qiao Ruoxin put on an insincere, fake smile, then her little hand viciously pinched the man’s waist.
But those were rock-hard abs; there was nothing to pinch…
“Little Ghost, are you plotting to murder your own husband?”
She huffed softly and turned away, “Let’s go ho, I’m tired, I want to go to sleep.”
Mo Chen’s long legs covered the distance in a few steps, and he scooped her up in his arms.
She instinctively wrapped her arms around the man’s neck, revealing a smile, “Mo Chen, brother, being held by you, I don’t even feel like walking anymore.”
The man simply chuckled, “Might as well break your legs, you won’t be needing them anymore.”
“Why are you always so harsh with ? If you break my legs, I won’t be able to help you in the kitchen anymore.”
“Good point.”
…
When they returned to the Jiang Mansion No. 1, it was already past eleven at night.
After taking a shower, Mo Chen was dressed in a black robe, sitting alone on the sofa on the terrace, wearing headphones.
Playing through the headphones was that song “His Obsession.”
The first ti he’d heard it, he thought that Little Ghost had written the song to mock him. After listening to it a few more tis, he realized the lyrics were actually infused with love.
A little while later, Qiao Ruoxin also finished showering and had put on a strappy nightgown.
She ca out to the terrace, saw Mo Chen wearing headphones, eyes closed as if he were resting.
But there was clearly an expression of enjoynt on that handso face, enjoynt???
Qiao Ruoxin walked over, snatched the headphones from the man’s head, and put them on herself to listen, and her lips couldn’t help but curve upward.
Mo Chen opened his dark eyes and turned his head to look at her small face, pulling her into his arms.
She took off the headphones and sat in the man’s embrace, “Mo Chen, brother, is this song nice to listen to?”
The man slightly raised an eyebrow, his tone sounding very reluctant, “It’s passable.”
“Passable? I almost exhausted all my brain cells, and you say it’s passable?”
Mo Chen let out a low chuckle, his long fingers lightly grazed her nose, and with an indulgent voice he scolded, “Fool.”
“You’re scolding
again! One of these days I’ll beco as stupid as you say!”
The smile deepened at the corners of the man’s mouth, as he touched her chin, “That would be cuter.”
Cuter?
So in Mo Chen’s eyes, was she just a silly, cute dunce?
Qiao Ruoxin narrowed her beautiful eyes, proud and haughty like a ragdoll cat, “Mo Chen, brother, do you think I’m like a dunce?”
“What do you an ‘like a dunce’?”
She revealed a happy smile, only for the man to bluntly say, “You are a dunce.”
Qiao Ruoxin’s smile froze on her face, as she quietly stared at the handso face before her.
Mo Chen furrowed his brows slightly, beginning to reminisce about her childhood, and slowly spoke in a deep voice, “Since you were 12, I’ve seen every midterm and final exam score of yours, every year. Your math has never made the grade.”
“…”
Qiao Ruoxin instantly exploded.
Shocked, her small face was written all over, her eyes widened, “You… you’re such a creep, spying on my test scores? And every year? What kind of hobby is that?”
The man smiled without a word.
A look of indulgence mixed into the smile on that handso face.
So, to him, this Little Ghost was more like a project in progress.
Let soone else have Qiao Ruoxin? Impossible!
“When I first t you at 14, you already knew a lot about , right?”
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