Yu Siqiao returned to his room and discovered that Mo Shu had really left.
Inexplicably, looking at the spot where Mo Shu had lain, he suddenly felt a little empty.
A young servant approached cautiously and asked, "Young Master Yu, Princess Mo asked to change the sheets when she left, so it wouldn’t disgust you. Should I change them now?"
Yu Siqiao’s heart felt like it had been pounded, sinking heavily, and a surge of irritation flared up, his face darkening imdiately, "Change what, get out!"
The servant’s face turned pale with fear, "Yes..."
Young Master Yu was really, too fierce!
Yu Siqiao, angry, kicked the bed and cursed lowly, "Damn it!"
This woman was used to throwing her weight around, now she even presus to boss him around?
Could she?
Furiously tearing off his tie and throwing it on the floor, Yu Siqiao went directly into the bathroom.
When he ca out, he saw his phone ringing non-stop—it was one of his few friends, Cheng Du.
Annoyed, he answered the phone, "What?"
Cheng Du was silent for a mont before a clear teasing voice said, "Did you eat gunpowder?"
Yu Siqiao, drying his hair with a towel, threw himself onto the bed, "What do you want?"
"Hmm," Cheng Du seed to be brewing his words. "So, you’re really not going to the cruise salon tomorrow afternoon?"
"Not going," Yu Siqiao refused without a second thought, "Why should I attend your artists’ gathering?"
"Maybe you’ll find a suitable project to invest in. I can introduce you to a friend."
"Who?"
"My high school classmate."
"You as the new president still moonlight as a matchmaker?" Yu Siqiao was really annoyed, "Okay, we’ll talk later. I’m not in the mood right now."
Cheng Du, who had known him for many years, knew his temper well and said, "Alright, then I’ll arrange for you to et after the salon is over."
"Okay."
Yu Siqiao hung up the phone and lay down on the bed, and imdiately caught a pleasant fragrance.
He had slled this scent when he had held Mo Shu, not like perfu, but much nicer than perfu.
Unable to resist, he sniffed again. Yu Siqiao leaned in closer; the scent that uniquely belonged to Mo Shu was even clearer and more intense.
In his life, aside from his mom, he had never slled a girl’s scent so distinctly.
And... it was quite nice.
But suddenly he sat up, annoyed, and smacked his head. What was he doing!!
-
Mo Shu returned ho around nearly eleven o’clock.
Qin Yuan was sitting on the sofa wiping her tears; seeing Mo Shu, she quickly ca forward, calling out, "Mo Shu."
Mo Shu looked at her a bit surprised, raising her eyebrows slightly, "What is it?"
Qin Yuan seed to hesitate for a mont, then carefully said, "I just ca back from the hospital. Your dad said, his leg..."
"It was who hit him," Mo Shu smiled, calmly facing her stepmother, "It’s good for him to rest, stay away from his hedonistic lifestyle. You can continue to be with your first love, how nice."
A look of embarrassnt crossed Qin Yuan’s face, "Mo Shu, I..."
"Alright," Mo Shu’s expression grew cold, "If there’s nothing else, go back and rest. Mo Jiantao had it coming."
Back then, Mo Jiantao had deeply loved Qin Yuan, but it was this very romance that had impacted two marriages, two families.
If not for Qin Yuan, Mo Shu’s mom might not have taken her own life.
Not wanting to deal with her, Mo Shu quickly walked away.
Suddenly, Qin Yuan said, "Actually, your mom sought out before she committed suicide."
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