Chapter 618: 620, the implication of the first snow (first update)

"Such a good boy! Hurry back and do your homework." Mo Qingyi revealed a smile as tender as a loving mother’s, stood on tiptoes, and patted Chu Xiu’s head—a soft and adorable boy always sparks the maternal glow in girls.

Chu Xiu was only thirteen years old this year, yet he was already close to one meter seventy in height, making the one-meter-sixty Mo Qingyi seem especially petite beside him.

"Then I’m off!" Chu Xiu blushed and ran off like the wind.

Thirteen-year-olds had already begun to understand the concept of gender differences.

Some students in his class were even starting to have early romances.

And there were quite a few classmates stuffing love letters into his desk during breaks.

The youthful and beautiful Mo Qingyi standing so close to him made him somewhat uncomfortable.

"Chu Jin, let’s go then." Mo Qingyi hooked her arm through Chu Jin’s, and the two of them walked toward the back garden together.

"Brother Nine, Brother Nine," Duanmu Zhe ran over excitedly, "Let me join you in building the snowman. I’m not bragging, but I’m really good at making snowmen!"

Chu Jin smiled and replied, "Welcome."

Mo Qingyi kicked out playfully and laughed, "You’re everywhere, aren’t you?"

Duanmu Zhe didn’t dodge and took the kick squarely.

The three of them made their way to the back garden together.

No sooner had they stepped outside than they were greeted by a vast expanse of white silence, a spectacular scene.

Mr. Mo, who was up in the study looking at documents, saw the three people building a snowman in the garden downstairs and felt he couldn’t let his wife be the only one left out. He picked up the coat from the hanger, draped it over himself, and headed downstairs.

In the living room, the elder Mrs. Mo and Zhao Yan were cracking sunflower seeds and chatting away.

Both women were grinning from ear to ear, though what they were talking about was anyone’s guess.

Catching sight of Mo Zhixuan hurrying downstairs, Mrs. Mo asked, "Zhixuan, are you heading to the company this late?"

"No." Mo Zhixuan’s reply was succinct. Tall and long-legged, with his coat billowing in the wind, he had a commanding presence that made him seem like a mighty emperor.

It was breathtaking.

"Then where are you rushing off to?" Mrs. Mo’s memory of her son suggested that only matters of work could concern Mo Zhixuan to this extent.

If he wasn’t going to the company, where else could he be headed at this time of night?

Mrs. Mo frowned slightly.

As he headed out, Mo Zhixuan said, "I’m going to build a snowman."

Mrs. Mo: "..."

Hey, wait a minute!

She didn’t go deaf, did she?

What did Mo Zhixuan just say? Build, build a snowman?

Son!

Get back here, that’s not like you at all!

Mrs. Mo, somewhat in disbelief, turned to Zhao Yan beside her and asked incredulously, "In-law, did you hear clearly what Zhixuan just said?"

Zhao Yan looked back with a smile, "It sounded like he said he’s going to push a snowman. Let’s go, in-law, and have a look."

As she spoke, Zhao Yan stood up and pulled Mrs. Mo toward the outside,

She didn’t know Mo Zhixuan as well as Mrs. Mo did, nor was she aware that Mo Zhixuan was traditionally a cold and distant iceberg. She simply took him to be an amicable and friendly younger relative, so his words didn’t surprise her much.

Moreover, having lain in the hospital bed for so many years, even though now amnesic, Zhao Yan still yearned for freedom in her bones.

She also loved lively places and preferred being around many people.

Through the time spent together, Zhao Yan had come to regard the Mo family as her own.

Though she had lost her memory, she wasn’t foolish; she could tell who treated her well.

The two old ladies got along very harmoniously.

The Mo family’s garden was vast, blanketed with snow while snowflakes gently danced in the air. In the distance, several figures were throwing snowballs at each other. The sound of laughter filled the air as four people enjoyed themselves.

Proud red plum blossoms bloomed defiantly against the snow.

The air was subtly scented with their fragrance.

The greatest happiness for elders is to see their children living joyfully, and at that moment, Zhao Yan and Mrs. Mo stood together, smiling faintly as they watched the scene in the distance.

"Chu Jin! You threw at me! I demand revenge!" Mo Qingyi scooped up a large handful of snow and hurled it in Chu Jin’s direction.

Chu Jin merely smiled and pulled Mo Zhixuan, who was standing by his side, towards him.

’Smack,’ a ball of snow hit Mr. Mo squarely on the chest without mercy.

Mo Qingyi sheepishly stuck out her tongue...

Then, out of nowhere, another snowball ’smack’ hit Chu Jin.

The scene quickly descended into chaos.

Snowballs flew in every direction.

Even the usually stern Mr. Mo got caught up in the madness.

"Duanmu Xiaosi, you’re done for!" Mo Qingyi gritted her teeth, holding a snowball with a fierce look as she chased Duanmu Zhe through the snowy ground.

"It wasn’t me, it wasn’t me!" Duanmu Zhe raised his hands in surrender, "It was Ninth Sister who threw it!"

Whoosh—

A snowball struck Duanmu Zhe right in the head.

After playing for a while, apparently feeling tired, Chu Jin and Mo Qingyi lay down in the snow.

"Ah!" Mo Qingyi exhaled warm breaths, "That’s so cool! Chu Jin, this has been the happiest year of my life!"

"Me too," Chu Jin responded with a smile.

In her previous life, when she was Qin Jie, she never had such happy moments. Then, her home consisted of only her and her grandmother. To support the family, she learned the ways of business at a very young age.

Her entire childhood and adolescence were shrouded in gloom.

Later, after marrying Shen Lingtian, living day to day in his deception, what joy was there to speak of?

Now, she truly felt happy, a happiness that welled up from the depths of her heart.

Every day since meeting Mr. Mo had been wonderfully fulfilling.

"Shall we make a snowman now?" Mo Qingyi suggested. They had come out to make a snowman after all, but who knew it would turn into a snowball fight midway!

The snowman that had already retreated by nearly half was also destroyed.

"Okay," Chu Jin climbed up from the snow, patting the snow off her body.

As she just stood up, someone walked up behind her and gently draped a cloak over her shoulders, enveloping her in a wave of warmth in an instant.

This was a fiery red long cloak, reaching down to Chu Jin’s heels. Accustomed to seeing her in light-colored attire, it was Mo Zhixuan’s first time seeing her in red, and he was almost caught off guard.

The bright red color set off her already fair skin, now white like a flawless, translucent piece of jade, her eyes delicate and matchless as if filled with gleaming liquid, her naturally red lips perfectly complementing the hue of the cloak.

So beautiful she seemed to have stepped right out of a painting, she took one’s breath away.

Her beauty was nothing like that of Zheng Chuyi, completely incomparable.

Her beauty.

Bold, brilliant, unparalleled!

"Put on more, don’t catch a cold," Mo Zhixuan finally came to his senses after a long while, his deep voice sounding from above her head.

Chu Jin slightly curled her lips, "Put on more, don’t catch a cold." This phrase must be the one Mr. Mo has said the most today.

It was just like that popular saying online, "Your mom thinks you’re cold."

Chu Jin stretched her hand to untie the belt of the cloak, "I’m not cold."

But Mo Zhixuan stopped her movements, even fastening the hood of the cloak on her head, "You’re not allowed to take it off even if you’re not cold, wearing more clothes is never a bad thing."

Uh... Chu Jin slightly raised her eyebrows, Mr. Mo’s tone was becoming more and more like that of a kind old father.

Seeing that Mo Zhixuan was so insistent, Chu Jin had no choice but to go make a snowman while wearing the cloak.

Mo Zhixuan watched her figure intently, then took out his mobile phone from his pocket and snapped a photo of her from behind.

In the photo, she was cloaked in a red gown, pacing through the snowy field, her slender figure like a proud red plum blossom.

Making the Sun, Moon, and Stars seem dim.

As if, in the world, only she remained.

Just a silhouette was enough to send one’s imagination racing.

Off to the side, Mo Qingyi also stood spellbound.

It had to be admitted, such a Chu Jin was truly breathtaking!

How could there be such a bewitching creature like Brother Jin in this world!

Not only did men find her heart-stirring, even she, a genuine woman, felt excited upon seeing her, with ripples in her heart!

Duanmu Zhe squinted his eyes slightly and with a subtle movement, he took off his coat and draped it over Mo Qingyi.

Mo Qingyi was startled by his sudden action, "Duanmu Xiaosi, what are you doing?"

"Showing concern for the underage girls of our nation," Duanmu Zhe raised his eyebrows slightly, "Can’t you tell?"

"You still have a bit of conscience." Mo Qingyi wrapped the coat tighter around her and snorted softly.

"That sounds as if I’ve never had a conscience before..." Duanmu Zhe was somewhat speechless.

"Haha," Mo Qingyi scoffed coldly, "as if you ever had a heart before." She spoke of a heart, not a conscience, and with those words, Mo Qingyi turned and ran towards Chu Jin.

"Brother Jin, I’m here to help you..."

A glimmer of light flickered in Duanmu Zhe’s eyes, as if he had just caught something in Mo Qingyi’s words.

Was it Mo Qingyi giving him a hint?

Or was it his own misconception?

At this thought, Duanmu Zhe took a decisive step forward, reached out to grab Mo Qingyi’s wrist, and gave a gentle tug.

Caught off guard by the sudden force, Mo Qingyi lost her balance and fell heavily against Duanmu Zhe’s chest, a rush of unfamiliar male pheromones assailing her senses, bewildering her momentarily.

Only at this moment did she truly realize how much taller Duanmu Zhe was than her.

From her perspective, Duanmu Zhe actually had quite a bit of... manliness!

Out of the blue, she thought of having a passionate romance with the man before her.

But soon Mo Qingyi came to her senses, feeling she couldn’t continue to indulge in these unfamiliar emotions. She pushed Duanmu Zhe away forcefully, somewhat annoyed, "Duanmu Xiaosi, what are you going crazy for?"

"Are you stupid or what!" Duanmu Zhe slapped his hand towards Mo Qingyi’s head, saying irritably, "Didn’t you see Brother Nine and Sister-in-Law being all lovey-dovey over there? Why would you go over there and butt in?"

This child, one look and you can tell she’s asking for a spanking!

The couple was discussing life and dreams, was she going to go over and be a third wheel?

"I was going to make a snowman," Mo Qingyi, although knowing she was at fault, refused to appear too weak in front of Duanmu Zhe, so she put her hands on her hips and retorted fiercely, "What’s it to you? Nosy parker!"

"Okay, okay," Duanmu Zhe said, chuckling good-naturedly, and reached out to take Mo Qingyi’s wrist, "Let’s go over there; I’ll keep you company making a snowman."

As he spoke, he led Mo Qingyi in a different direction.

In that instant, Mo Qingyi felt Duanmu Zhe’s image loom larger in her mind, she unconsciously looked up and saw a side face that was too clean, familiar yet strange, bathed in the faint light of the snow.

Her heart skipped a beat.

Mo Qingyi gazed at him absentmindedly, finding almost no reason to refuse.

Despite herself.

A verse flashed through her mind, "With a roll of dice, the red beans are set – do you know how deep my love for you is?"

At this moment, her feelings were crystal clear.

She was deeply in love with the young man before her.

Today was the first snowfall.

They say, if you’re with your beloved on the day of the first snow, you are destined to stay together until your hair turns white.

At that moment, Duanmu Zhe suddenly turned his head and met her cat-like eyes. He slowly started talking, his tone serious yet with a hint of playful banter that made it hard to discern his true feelings. He said, "Mo Xiaosan, do you know the significance of the first snow?"

Mo Qingyi tried her best to stay calm, pretending she knew nothing and said, "What significance? I don’t know, isn’t it just snowing? Can there be any special meaning?"

Was Duanmu Zhe implying the same thing?

First snow = together until old age.

Duanmu Zhe looked at her, suddenly bursting into laughter, and ruffled her hair, "The meaning is quite simple – it means you’re a pig."

Was Mo Qingyi not picking up on his cues to save him some face?

Duanmu Zhe felt somewhat troubled.

He had made his point so clear; why didn’t she respond at all?

It seemed that she still did not have feelings for him.

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