Chapter 377: 377 (third watch of the night)

After ten days of frayed nerves, Chu Jin now leaned back in her chair, quite lazily, half closing her eyes, "Is it really that exaggerated?"

"Anyway, in all the years I’ve lived, I’ve never seen her set foot in the kitchen," Mo Qingyi glanced in the direction of the kitchen, lowered her voice, and whispered, "She probably can’t even tell salt from MSG! We’d better just pray for mercy later..."

While they were talking, Duanmu Zhe, who had parked outside, also came in. As soon as he arrived, he immediately switched into ’frenemy mode’ with Mo Qingyi, with neither willing to back down as they took shots at each other.

Mo Qingyi put her hands on her hips, huffed, and said, "Duanmu Third Wheel, you’re seriously lacking in manners! Don’t you know men should give way to women?"

"Wom..." Duanmu Zhe dragged out the last syllable, sizing up Mo Qingyi from head to toe, finally resting his gaze on her flat chest, "Man? Are you sure you are one?"

A man could be killed but not humiliated!

Mo Qingyi immediately grabbed a cushion and threw it hard at Duanmu Zhe, "This chest may not be flat, but how else would I pacify the world? What do you know, you! Superficial! Ignorant!"

Duanmu Zhe easily caught the pillow thrown his way, grinned and said, "Without a substantial bust, how can one win people’s hearts?"

Asking for a beating! This guy was definitely asking for a beating!

Mo Qingyi rolled up her sleeves and charged towards Duanmu Zhe with fury, "Three days without a beating and you’re up on the roof tearing off tiles! I’m going to set you straight today!"

With her tiny arms and legs, Mo Qingyi was no match for Duanmu Zhe, but he was happy to play along and indulge her.

The two of them chased each other around the living room, creating a scene far more entertaining than any TV show.

Chu Jin was cracking sunflower seeds and watching their play-fight with a smile, her eyes curved, dimples lightly showing.

Days like these were actually quite pleasant, devoid of any pre-exam tension.

Somehow, in the midst of their commotion, Mo Qingyi ended up pinned by Duanmu Zhe on the couch.

Him on top of her, the position was suggestive.

"Duanmu Third Wheel, get off me now!" Mo Qingyi realized for the first time just how hard Duanmu Zhe’s chest was—it felt like steel, impossible to push away.

The atmosphere turned delicate, and Chu Jin quickly averted her eyes, pretending to be seriously watching TV, acting as if she had seen nothing.

Duanmu Zhe involuntarily swallowed, his gaze intense, "Qingyi, do you still remember the promise we made when we were kids?"

His voice was husky.

Boom—

It was as if something had exploded right next to her ear.

Mo Qingyi’s ears turned red in an instant, blazing hot.

That promise—

Summoning strength from who knows where, Mo Qingyi forcefully shoved Duanmu Zhe away, "What promise? I’ve long forgotten!" When her eyes met his dark pupils, she hastily turned away.

"I was just joking with you, why the blushing?" Duanmu Zhe returned to his usual playful demeanor, casually draping his arm over Mo Qingyi’s shoulder. "I wasn’t really asking you to marry me. Besides, someone like you, I wouldn’t even take a second glance! Do you think my taste is that bad?" As he spoke, his gaze drifted again, teasingly, towards her chest.

It was a relief he was only joking. She had always seen Duanmu Zhe as her best ’bro,’ never harboring any other thoughts. The idea of living with Duanmu Zhe was awkward just to think about.

"Superficial!" Mo Qingyi gave him a disdainful look, her demeanor back to normal, "However, out of my generous nature, I won’t stoop to the level of a troublemaker like you!"

Duanmu Zhe touched his chin, articulating each word, "The Princess of Peace!"

Ugh! So infuriating!

But how could she beat him? What to do?

Just endure it a bit longer!

Just as they were immersed in their thoughts, the door, which had been tightly shut, was pushed open.

Sunlight streamed in, and a tall and straight figure appeared before the group.

He didn’t immediately enter the room, but instead used his hand to block the door, allowing the person behind him to go in first.

Against the light, one couldn’t make out the newcomer’s face, but could only discern a graceful silhouette.

Tall and slender, with wavy hair cascading down to the waist.

The beautiful woman walked ahead, her gaze subtly taking in the surroundings, her tone gentle, "Zhixuan, are you and little aunt living here now?"

"Hmm," Mo Zhixuan nodded slightly.

"Brother, do we have guests over?" Mo Qingyi stood up from the sofa.

"Who is this?" The elegant woman paused, looking at Mo Zhixuan with some confusion.

"This is my sister, Mo Qingyi," Mo Zhixuan turned to Mo Qingyi, "and this is our uncle’s daughter, by seniority you should call her ’sister’."

The uncle’s daughter?

Mo Qingyi was baffled; she had always thought that aside from Aunt Tong, there were no other relatives in this world.

Unexpectedly, a sister had now suddenly appeared.

"Greet her." Seeing Mo Qingyi silent, Mo Zhixuan spoke again.

Upon hearing this, Mo Qingyi immediately snapped back to her senses and sweetly said, "Hello, sister."

The beautiful woman nodded politely without speaking, exuding an air of cool detachment.

She seemed to emanate a chill that suggested she could ascend to immortality at any moment.

"This is Duanmu Zhe." Mo Zhixuan continued the introduction.

"From the Duanmu Family?" the woman turned her gaze to Mo Zhixuan, her voice filled with disbelief, as if seeking confirmation from Mo Zhixuan.

"Yes," replied Mo Zhixuan with an indifferent expression.

At this, the beautiful woman’s eyes finally showed a hint of a smile. She extended her hand towards Duanmu Zhe, "Hello, Mo Feixue."

Duanmu Zhe stretched out his hand lazily and shook hands with her.

Glancing around the room and not seeing anyone, Mo Zhixuan looked up at Mo Qingyi and asked, "Where’s Jin?"

"She’s gone to help in the kitchen," replied Mo Qingyi, scratching her head.

Chu Jin was at that moment in the kitchen, engaging in pleasant conversation with Old Madame Mo and Tong Zhi. When Mo Zhixuan arrived, he saw her with a beaming smile, her cheeks adorned with shallow dimples, seemingly drawing people in.

She originally planned to help out, but upon reaching the kitchen, both Old Madame Mo and Aunt Tong refused to let her lift a finger.

So she stood there, chatting with them.

Mo Zhixuan paused for a moment, then took her hand and led her through the kitchen to the living room, to the side of an aristocratic and icy woman, "This is the daughter of my uncle, Mo Feixue."

"Feixue, this is my fiancée," Mo Zhixuan paused, "Chu Jin."

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