Chapter 597: 598, even dare to mess with Brother Jin!

The little girl was disapproving of his age again.

Mr. Mo felt somewhat melancholic.

He couldn’t help but reach out to touch his own face, secretly wondering, was he really that old?

"Am I that old?" Mr. Mo lifted Chu Jin’s chin with his hand, looking down at her from above, their eyes meeting, the waves shimmering in those delicate and soul-entrapping peach blossom eyes. The night wind was a bit cool.

It blew the girl’s long, black hair around, which danced in the wind with a faint fragrance, mixed with a slight smell of alcohol, enough to cause one’s heart to flutter.

She was like a touch of warm sun, illuminating his path ahead, and also warming his heart.

Mr. Mo stared at her, utterly captivated.

Faced with such national beauty.

He thought, even if she asked for his head on her platter, he would willingly offer it with both hands.

Ever since she appeared in his life, Mr. Mo had developed a bad habit, not finding any other person in this world as pleasing to the eye as her.

In his heart, she was flawless, perfect and immaculate, like a goddess.

The former Mr. Mo never understood what ’goddess’ meant, but now, he knew.

Only, his goddess seemed to mind his age a bit.

Even when drunk, she hadn’t forgotten that issue.

However, he would prove to her with his actions that sometimes, being older wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

"Old..." Chu Jin burped from the alcohol, her eyes somewhat hazy. She pushed his hand away and staggered forward, saying as she walked, "Hey, why are there two people who look exactly the same?"

Because of the drunkenness, she walked unsteadily, like a child who had just learned to walk.

Furthermore, as she walked, she sang,"I am a painter, skilled in painting... originally a profusion of brilliant colors bloomed, yet now they all yield to crumbling wells and dilapidated walls..." To mix a nursery rhyme and a piece of Kunqu opera so ingeniously, no one but the person in front of him could probably do it!

Mr. Mo followed behind her, listening to the completely illogical singing, he couldn’t help but rub his temples with a sense of helplessness.

"Be careful!" Seeing that the person in front was about to bump into a big tree, Mr. Mo quickly stepped forward, blocking her path in front of the tree. Then Chu Jin ’thud’ collided into his chest, her nose turning sore from the impact, and her eyes instantly reddened.

Damn it!

So painful!

Whose big tree is blind!

How dare it bump into Jin Bro!

Chu Jin rubbed her nose in anger.

In reality, Mr. Mo could have pulled her away completely, but in that moment, he didn’t. His mind went blank, thinking only that his body should be softer than a tree, right? Moreover, he liked this kind of initiative, the feeling of her throwing herself into his arms.

Right then, seeing her with tear-filled eyes, he felt heartache again, quickly leaning in to check her nose, nervously asking, "How is it? Does it hurt much?"

"It hurts, hurts so much..." The girl’s voice had a crying tone, soft and tender, different from her usual indifferent and cool demeanor, perhaps, this side of her seemed more like an eighteen-year-old girl.

Mr. Mo felt his heart softening into mud, at that moment, feeling both anger and heartache.

The anger was because, had he not seen her tonight, there’s no telling what could have happened to her.

After drinking, the little girl had no sense of vigilance, like a... fool.

"It hurts, so much pain, such a big fire..." The little girl wrapped her arms around his waist, her tears wetting his white shirt, and also his heart.

There was nothing Mr. Mo couldn’t stand more than seeing her cry; in the moment, he didn’t care that she was getting her snot and tears all over him, nor did he remember his severe obsession with cleanliness. He hugged her tighter, letting her face press closer to where his heart was, patting her back like comforting a child, "There, there, don’t cry."

At this moment, Mr. Mo inexplicably felt the heartache of an ’old father,’ thinking to himself, it’s really not easy to raise a daughter.

Ah! No, that’s not right! It’s a wife! It’s really not easy to raise a wife.

Under the gentle coaxing of "daddy," the person in his arms finally calmed down a great deal, and the crying gradually stopped. She looked up at Mo Zhixuan with pitiful eyes and said, "I want to drink water..."

Mr. Mo’s expression was as usual, very calm as he took out a bottle of mineral water from his "pocket," unscrewed the cap with one hand, but did not bring it to her lips. Instead, he tipped his head back to take a gulp, his sexy Adam’s apple moving up and down several times, which made Chu Jin swallow hard too.

The burning sensation in her stomach and the dryness in her throat were all reminding her how desperately she longed for water.

Thirsty.

So thirsty!

This old man was being too mean! Not giving her water was bad enough, but then he had to go and tease her on purpose! With a mouth that looked like it belonged to a capitalist, he didn’t seem like a good person at a glance.

Because of her desire for water, Chu Jin subconsciously reached out to snatch the bottle of mineral water, but failed because she was not tall enough.

She could only stand on her tiptoes, looking longingly at the bottle, licking her dry lips.

With the bottle in hand, Mo Zhixuan looked down at her, his deep phoenix eyes containing a hint of amusement, "Want it?"

"Yes." Chu Jin’s eyes fixed on the bottle, she nodded obediently.

"You want it, huh..." Mr. Mo brought the bottle to her face, and just as her hand was about to touch it, he suddenly pulled back and emptied the bottle in one go.

Seeing him finish all the water, Chu Jin panicked, didn’t think twice, got on her tiptoes, reached out to hook his neck, and pressed her lips against his, nibbling, seeking the moisture from his mouth.

And Mr. Mo generously transferred all the water in his mouth into hers.

The cold water soothed her throat, and even her mind became much clearer.

Chu Jin slowly opened her eyes, her expression returning to normal, the misty look in her eyes vanishing, replaced by a clear and composed gaze. Taking a few steps back, she looked up at the person across her and breathed a sigh of relief. She scratched her head, confused, "How did I get here? When did you come?"

She remembered she had gone to Wind Mausoleum before.

And then?

It seemed she had bought a bottle of liquor.

And then?

...

Chu Jin narrowed her eyes; she couldn’t recall the rest.

She’s sober now?

Mr. Mo was somewhat speechless; he hadn’t yet had the chance to properly enjoy her warmth...

"Stupid?" Chu Jin waved her hand in front of his eyes.

"Don’t remember what just happened?" Mo Zhixuan lowered his gaze slightly, his profound phoenix eyes blending into the thick night, unfathomable.

"What happened just now?" Chu Jin raised her eyebrow, counter-questioning.

"Nothing," Mr. Mo’s expression was as usual, reaching out to put his arm around her shoulder, "Let’s go, come back with me."

Miss Chu seemed normal at the moment.

Mr. Mo didn’t see anything improper. But just as they approached the black Rolls-Royce, Chu Jin stopped in her tracks, expressing disdain, "I don’t want to ride in a tractor."

Mr. Mo: "..."

All right!

The girl hadn’t woken up yet.

"I want you to carry me."

Miss Chu refused to ride in a tractor, so Mr. Mo had no choice but to bend over, speaking good-naturedly, "Little ancestor, come on up."

"Little what," Miss Chu frowned discontentedly, "Call me Brother Jin, don’t you know everyone on the streets calls me Brother Jin?"

"Come on," Mr. Mo patted his own back, his throat feeling hot and slightly hoarse.

"Call me Big Bro Jin." Miss Chu declared with a drunken, haughty face.

Mr. Mo, completely enamored with his wife, called out in a deep voice, "Big Bro Jin."

"That’s more like it." Satisfied, Miss Chu nodded and, with a ’whoosh’, jumped onto Mr. Mo’s back. Fortunately, Mr. Mo was prepared, otherwise the inertia from her leap would have certainly caused him to tumble face-first into the dirt.

"Giddyup!"

Far from feeling any dissatisfaction at being treated like a horse, Mr. Mo indulged her, letting her play around as she pleased.

It was already late at night, and there were few people on the streets. After causing a commotion for a while, Miss Chu eventually lay down on his back and fell soundly asleep.

Not going back to the Mo family’s old residence, Mr. Mo carried the person on his back to the nearest villa to settle down.

Though it was close to midnight, Mr. Mo’s return to the villa still alerted the household servants.

"Sir?!" Aunt Zhang stumbled out of the servants’ quarters, startled to see the man in front of her. What was sir doing back so late at night? Despite her confusion, she quickly got her bearings and, while leading Mo Zhixuan inside, said, "Sir, you must be hungry after such a late night. What would you like to eat? I’ll go..."

Aunt Zhang hadn’t finished her sentence when she was silenced by a look from Mo Zhixuan. He spoke softly, "Go back to sleep, I don’t need anything from you."

Aunt Zhang couldn’t recall ever witnessing such tenderness from him before. But when she saw the person on Mo Zhixuan’s back, she understood the situation.

This girl was someone Aunt Zhang recognized – the soon-to-be Mrs. Mo.

Though Aunt Zhang had only seen Chu Jin once, that had been enough to leave a deep impression.

Such a beautiful and poised girl.

Even from that one encounter, Aunt Zhang knew this girl was different from those other wealthy young ladies.

Pressing down the thoughts in her heart, Aunt Zhang whispered, "Well sir, if you need anything, remember to call me."

"Mhm," Mo Zhixuan nodded slightly and proceeded with Miss Chu on his back.

"Mom, who is it?" Zuo Lingxiang also rubbed her eyes as she walked out from the servants’ quarters. She would visit her mother every weekend to stay for a couple of days. Due to a recent incident, she almost lost this opportunity, but thankfully, Mo Zhixuan, considering the many years of dedicated service her mother had given, did not make an issue of it.

However, Mr. Mo had given a warning that if there was a next time, Zuo Lingxiang wouldn’t be allowed to set foot in the villa complex ever again.

"Shh!" Aunt Zhang gestured for silence, whispering as she looked toward the stairwell, "The master has returned."

"The master?" A gleam flashed in Zuo Lingxiang’s eyes as she looked toward the stairwell, hastily tidying her clothes, "Mom, when did the master return?"

As a mother, how could Aunt Zhang not understand her daughter’s thoughts? She frowned slightly and said, "The master came back with Miss Chu. Keep your voice down, don’t disturb their rest."

Miss Chu.

At the mention of that name, Zuo Lingxiang’s gaze dimmed momentarily, betraying a subtle flash of jealousy.

Some people are just born with good fortune. All they need to do is be born into the right family, and without doing anything, they can have everything.

Unlike someone like her, who had to struggle out of the countryside, work hard at her studies, and strive to better herself, only to find that what she fought so hard for was taken for granted or even deemed worthless by those rich folk.

That was unfair.

That was the disparity between the rich and the poor.

So, Zuo Lingxiang aspired to become rich!

To become rich at any cost.

Only with money could she stand out.

Zuo Lingxiang pushed down the jealousy in her eyes and continued, "So Mr. Mo and Miss Chu have returned together? Are they... sleeping together?"

"What does that have to do with you!" Aunt Zhang’s voice turned cold. "Lingxiang, remember your place."

Aunt Zhang was a wise woman; she knew there were some heights her daughter simply couldn’t reach.

A man like Mr. Mo was far beyond the aspirations of their humble station.

"Mom, they’re not married yet, are they? To brazenly live together like this, aren’t they afraid of being laughed at?" It’s just too damaging to social mores, with neither the man married nor the woman wed.

This Chu Jin, she doesn’t seem very old.

As a girl, she doesn’t know how to respect herself at all.

Does she think it’s still like the old times? Thinking just because the rice is cooked, she can firmly tie down a man?

How naive!

In the end, not only will she lose her chastity, but her heart will also be broken! She will suffer for it.

Zuo Lingxiang curled her lips in disdain. She had a roommate who was just like that, thinking she had found herself a wealthy heir for a boyfriend, acting so arrogantly every day, walking with her head held high, as if she were above everyone else. She gave herself to him prematurely, and what happened? She was first deceived into an abortion, then abandoned, ending up with nothing, and also lost the right to become a mother.

These women, they are just so naive.

She was different from these women, she wouldn’t be so foolish.

She had talent and beauty, and believed that one day, certainly, some wealthy person would take an interest in her.

She intended to cast her net wide and broaden her search, targeting money.

With wealth in hand, she’d see who would dare look down on her then!

"It’s not your place to comment on the gentleman’s affairs," Aunt Zhang sighed deeply, speaking earnestly, "Lingxiang, Mom doesn’t ask for you to be rich and powerful, just to be safe and healthy, and stay by Mom’s side, that would be enough. As the old saying goes, ’What is predestined will come to pass, and what is not cannot be forced.’

A simple and unassuming life is true happiness.

Unfortunately, Zuo Lingxiang’s ambitions were too great.

To even think... of setting her sights on the gentleman, that was simply overestimating herself.

"Okay, okay," Zuo Lingxiang, pushing Aunt Zhang into the house, responded perfunctorily, "I got it, Mom. Let’s go to sleep."

Aunt Zhang sighed again, "Lingxiang, you must take to heart what Mom says, Mr. Mo is not someone we can aspire to marry..."

"I know!" Zuo Lingxiang, lying on the bed, said impatiently, "Mom, aren’t you annoying? Are you really my mother? What’s wrong with me? I have hands and feet, talent and beauty, why do I become ’that kind of person’? What kind of person is ’that kind of person’? In your eyes, am I really so worthless?"

As the first university student to emerge from the village, Zuo Lingxiang was quite proud.

Moreover, she was indeed beautiful.

She was the flower of the village.

Therefore, she considered herself to possess both talent and beauty.

In another sense, she could indeed be considered to possess both talent and beauty.

Aunt Zhang continued, "Lingxiang, one needs to be self-aware. I’m truly gratified that you were able to attend university, but you can’t let that be the cause of your conceit. There are many people in the world much better than you..." Aunt Zhang hadn’t finished speaking when Zuo Lingxiang hurriedly interrupted her, "Stop it! Aren’t you bothersome?"

Her mother lacked foresight and any kind of ambition, too petty-minded.

A countrywoman will always be a countrywoman.

That was her lot in life!

How could she have a mother like this? It was a blight on her life.

If she had been born into a rich family, she would definitely be better than she was now!

Heaven was just too unfair!

Aunt Zhang heaved a deep sigh, saying no more, recognizing that her failure to raise her daughter well was her own dereliction as a mother.

Upstairs.

Mr. Mo had just opened the door of the master bedroom when the little girl on his back opened her eyes. Looking around at the surroundings, she mumbled half-asleep, "Eh, we’re home?"

"Yes, we’re home."

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