Chapter 753: 755, can’t obtain, can’t let go, can’t forget (second update)

For so many years, every night, she would dream of that scene on the snow mountain.

Before Duanmu Zhe married Mo Qingyi, she hadn’t given up on this opportunity. If their love was so strong, her appearance wouldn’t have had any consequences.

Xi He hailed a taxi and soon disappeared from Duanmu Zhe and Mo Qingyi’s view.

Mo Qingyi was a smart woman. She naturally understood what Xi He’s words meant. She looked up at Duanmu Zhe, "I hadn’t realized, you’re still quite a magnet for romance."

Any woman would mind encountering such a thing.

Moreover, Xi He was quite beautiful.

The corners of Duanmu Zhe’s mouth turned up slightly, and he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, "Don’t worry, I definitely won’t meet her alone. I will love only you for my whole life." Seeing Mo Qingyi’s jealous little expression made Duanmu Zhe quite happy.

Jealousy, that’s more like it.

"Men..." Mo Qingyi shook her head and sighed, "They always sweet-talk. If men were reliable, sows would climb trees."

"I’m not just any man," Duanmu Zhe said, his eyebrows arching slightly, a smile on his lips.

"Then what kind of man are you?" Mo Qingyi raised an eyebrow.

Duanmu Zhe held Mo Qingyi’s hand tightly and said seriously, "Could your man, Mo Qingyi, be just any man?"

It goes without saying that Duanmu Zhe was a man with high emotional intelligence. After a few words, Mo Qingyi quickly forgot about Xi He’s existence. The two of them, hand in hand, strolled down Ancient City Street, laughing and joking all the way, their smiles infectious to every passerby.

Xi He sat in an inconspicuous car, watching the two from a distance, bitterness filling her eyes.

As the figures of the two faded into the distance, Xi He felt that every passerby resembled Duanmu Zhe.

Unable to have.

Unable to let go.

Reluctant to give up.

Unable to forget.

This feeling, perhaps, can only be understood by those who have been through it.

It wasn’t until near dusk that Chu Jin and Mo Zhixuan drove back to the imperial palace.

After dinner, they went out for a walk and, as soon as they stepped out, they saw a group of young men and women standing under a streetlight.

The dim streetlight stretched their figures long.

It had a somewhat aesthetic feel to it.

Mo Zhixuan was about to walk over but was stopped by Chu Jin. She made a ’silence’ gesture and whispered, "Wait, it’s not right to disturb the young couple in love."

Under the streetlight, Duanmu Zhe reached out and gently touched Mo Qingyi’s head, softly saying, "We’re home now, you should go back."

Mo Qingyi shook her head, "No, I want to watch you leave first."

"No! You leave first."

"No! You leave first."

The two repeated this tirelessly, neither willing to leave first, looking every bit like a couple in the throes of a sweet romance.

Mo Zhixuan shook his head and scoffed softly, "Childish." Young people nowadays are getting more and more childish, just like three-year-olds.

In Mo Zhixuan’s eyes, this behavior was the epitome of childishness.

He never acted like this when he was dating Jin.

Not like these two, acting like idiots.

Chu Jin mocked mercilessly, "This is called romance, something that an old person like you wouldn’t understand."

Mr. Mo fell silent abruptly.

This was the nth time Miss Chu had called him old.

He had long proven with his actions that he wasn’t old, yet, Miss Chu just wouldn’t remember.

After repeating "No! You leave first!" under the streetlight for over a dozen times, Mo Qingyi finally relented. Standing on her tiptoes, she kissed Duanmu Zhe’s chin, "Then I’ll go first, good night."

"Goodnight," Duanmu Zhe took the opportunity to clasp Mo Qingyi’s nape, delivering a passionate French kiss.

"This isn’t suitable for children. Let’s go, let’s go, don’t let these two idiots corrupt our Bao Bao," Mo Zhixuan pulled Chu Jin in another direction.

Chu Jin just smiled and didn’t speak, following Mo Zhixuan as they left together, walking under the starry sky.

By the time the two had finished their walk and returned, they found that Duanmu Zhe and Mo Qingyi were still clinging to each other.

Moreover, history always had a surprising way of repeating itself. The two seemed to have gone back to square one, starting the ’who will leave first’ discussion again.

"It looks like those two might spend the night outside," Chu Jin said, teasingly.

"Ignore them, let’s go. Pregnant women need to maintain at least 9 hours of sleep every day." Mr. Mo, who’d been plain-faced for several days, didn’t want anything to do with these two idiots now.

Chu Jin looked up in surprise, "Wow, you even know that? When did you start understanding so much about pregnant women?"

"Of course," Mr. Mo arrogantly lifted his head, "You have no idea who your husband is. Is there anything in this world I don’t know about?"

Chu Jin laughed lightly, "King of Bragging."

They turned and entered the house.

After freshening up, Chu Jin went to draw the curtains. Her gaze fell upon the streetlamp outside and noticed Duanmu Zhe and Mo Qingyi still wrapped up in each other’s arms, reluctant to part.

Youth is capricious. Chu Jin curved her lips slightly, drew the curtains, walked to the bed, and found Mr. Mo engrossed in a book—a thick one at that. This was the first time she saw Mr. Mo reading a book at home.

The dim, yellow light evenly spilled on his side profile, softening his sharply chiseled and rugged features. His lips were slightly pursed, exuding a sense of restraint that was incredibly seductive.

Mo Zhixuan was reading very earnestly, with his right hand holding a pen and scribbling away, not even noticing when Chu Jin approached his side.

Chu Jin leaned in slightly, casting a large shadow over Mo Zhixuan. He then realized her presence, freed one hand to hold her nape, and left a faint kiss on her cheek, whispering softly, "Go to sleep, goodnight."

At that moment, the doting look in Mr. Mo’s eyes almost spilled over.

"What book are you reading?" Chu Jin climbed onto the bed and asked curiously.

"A book to increase wisdom. Go to sleep now; it’s getting late." Mo Zhixuan turned a page in the book.

Seeing him like this, Chu Jin sat up from the bed and looked at the title in his book, "What Do Pregnant Moms Need to Pay Attention to During Sex?"

Chu Jin’s face instantly flushed red, placing her hand over Mo Zhixuan’s, which was turning the pages, and said slightly annoyed, "What kind of messy book are you reading?"

Mo Zhixuan looked innocently at Chu Jin and turned the cover towards her, "This is what I’m reading! I bought it from a regular bookstore."

Printed on the pink cover was the title, "Encyclopedia of Pregnancy."

Chu Jin: Embarrassed!

This book mainly introduced authoritative knowledge on pregnancy and childbirth, tailored specifically for pregnant women. Chu Jin hadn’t expected that Mo Zhixuan would read it so earnestly.

"You keep reading. I’m going to sleep." Chu Jin slid under the covers, casually resting her hand on his waist, and slowly closed her eyes.

Because Mo Zhixuan was sitting on the bed, Chu Jin’s hand ended up in a rather special place, and she could feel a distinct change occurring—from inconspicuous to ready to launch.

Perhaps feeling a bit mischievous, Chu Jin didn’t want to move her hand. After all, Mr. Mo couldn’t do anything to her right now.

Once Chu Jin had fallen asleep, Mo Zhixuan placed the book on the bedside table and quietly got out of the bed to do push-ups on the floor, continuing until he was drenched in sweat, then went to take a shower.

Oh no! What karma had he created to require two showers in one night?

After the shower, Mo Zhixuan was drying his hair with a towel as he walked towards the window. Outside, under the streetlamp, the figures of Duanmu Zhe and Mo Qingyi were no longer there. Mo Zhixuan finally felt relieved; it was good that they left because he really feared these two idiots would waste an entire evening there.

A dreamless night.

The next day, Chu Jin and Mo Zhixuan took Little Grey and set off for Poland Mountain.

The elderly Mrs. Mo had prepared many gifts for them to take along. Since there were too many items, Mo Zhixuan stored them in his accompanying space.

This time, Mo Zhixuan used a special flying machine to ascend the mountain, and in only an hour and a half, they reached the residence of Uncle Wu and Aunt Lin.

After alighting from the flying machine, Chu Jin praised, "This thing isn’t bad, where did it come from?"

Mo Zhixuan, taking his time, put the flying machine away in his space, "Developed by the special research team, it’s not yet on the market. You’re the first person to ride it. How does it feel, honored?"

Chu Jin gave him a speechless look, "Aren’t you a person, too?"

Mo Zhixuan touched his nose and didn’t dare to retort. He silently took out the gifts from the space. Chu Jin walked ahead to knock on the door, with Little Grey happily trotting along behind.

It might have been the sound of movement that startled them, but the three rabbits that had been hiding in the bushes suddenly ran out and started circling at Chu Jin’s feet.

Little Grey kept pressing on the three little bunnies’ heads with its paw, howling ’ow ow ow’ in frustration.

"Fattie, Second Fattie, Little Fattie." Chu Jin squatted down, stroked the heads of the three rabbits, and even picked up the fattest one with a look of disgust. "Little Fattie, how did you get even fatter?"

Seeing this, Mo Zhixuan quickly came over, looking anxious. "Quickly put down the rabbit. ’Encyclopedia of Pregnancy’ says pregnant women shouldn’t hold small animals."

Chu Jin had no choice but to put the rabbit down.

Just then, the door opened, and it was Uncle Wu who greeted them. Excitedly, he called inside, "Wife, wife, come out quickly, look who’s here."

"Coming, coming." Auntie Lin walked out from the house, speaking as she came, "Who got you all worked up? I’ve still got fish cooking in the pot."

"Godfather, Godmother." Chu Jin and Mo Zhixuan greeted them in unison.

"Jin, Zhixuan, what brings you here? Come in, come into the house." Auntie Lin was delighted to welcome them inside, while Uncle Wu took the big and small packages from Mo Zhixuan’s hands. "It’s enough that you’ve come, why bring so much stuff?"

Mo Zhixuan spoke slowly, "There’s nothing valuable, just some food and everyday necessities."

Once inside, Uncle Wu got busy making tea for Mo Zhixuan and Chu Jin.

Chu Jin hurriedly intervened, "Godfather, please don’t trouble yourself, we can manage on our own." Mo Zhixuan, who knew the drill, quickly took the cup from Uncle Wu’s hand, poured two cups of hot water, blew on them, then handed one to Chu Jin.

There was no running water or water dispensers in the mountains, so they would boil the spring water in an iron pot and then store it directly in a thermos.

Seeing this, Uncle Wu immediately said, "Zhixuan, why didn’t you put in tea leaves? Jin likes tea. This is the new tea I roasted in June. Brew her some, it tastes very good."

The water and soil of Poland Mountain were excellent, and all the plants were pure and unpolluted. Even those with money couldn’t buy the tea leaves personally roasted by Uncle Wu, and even without brewing, you could already smell the faint scent of tea.

"Godfather," Mo Zhixuan looked up at Uncle Wu and continued, "Thank you for the kind offer, but Jin is pregnant now, so she temporarily can’t drink tea." Not only Chu Jin liked drinking tea, Mo Zhixuan himself was also a tea enthusiast, but because Chu Jin was pregnant and couldn’t drink tea, he also stopped drinking tea for the time being, just like her.

He could not bear the pregnancy for her, but he could endure what she endured.

For Chu Jin, he could quit smoking, quit tea, and accompany her in eating sour oranges...

Upon hearing this, Uncle Wu froze on the spot, and Auntie Lin, thrilled, ran out from the kitchen, gripping Chu Jin’s hand. "Jin, let me have a look at you, how many months along are you? And what about your wedding, have you handled it?"

Chu Jin and Mo Zhixuan had only been away for two months; Auntie Lin never expected Chu Jin to get pregnant so quickly.

But what Auntie Lin was most concerned about was their marriage.

Living deep in the mountains, Auntie Lin was unaware of Chu Jin’s easy conquest of the other two realms. She thought, given Chu Jin’s status, it wouldn’t be so easy for Mo Zhixuan to marry her. Even if Mo Zhixuan’s family agreed, the people of Superpower World wouldn’t allow it.

Now, with Chu Jin pregnant before marriage, Auntie Lin was very concerned about what she would do.

Chu Jin smiled slightly, "Zhixuan and I got married yesterday, and the baby is now four weeks old."

"Really?" A thousand words condensed into three, Auntie Lin was truly very happy for Chu Jin.

"Really." Chu Jin nodded slowly.

"That’s wonderful, that’s wonderful. Jin, what do you want to eat? I’ll make it for you," Auntie Lin continued.

"I like anything you make, Godmother." Chu Jin said with a smile. "Come on, Godmother, let me help you out and learn a thing or two on the way."

"That won’t do, you’re pregnant! The kitchen has a heavy smell of oil smoke, you’d better not come in, I’ll manage by myself," Auntie Lin said, hurriedly refusing.

Chu Jin’s face was lit with a gentle smile. "It’s alright, the medical books all say that pregnant women should exercise more, it’s good for childbirth. Let’s go, I have not had a chat with you for a long time."

Chu Jin was now completely free of morning sickness, so the smell of cooking oil didn’t bother her at all. Even though she was carrying twins, she still wished to give birth naturally, as a cesarean would leave a scar on her abdomen, which would be unsightly.

Even though she possessed spiritual power, on the day of giving birth, she would lose her spiritual power just like anyone else and endure the pain of childbirth.

It wouldn’t be until a month after the baby was born that her spiritual power would return.

Seeing that she really was fine, Auntie Lin set her mind at ease. "Then let’s go, just the two of us today should have a good chat."

As she tried to follow her to the kitchen, Mo Zhixuan, feeling a bit anxious, said, "Jin." He hadn’t forgotten how violently Chu Jin had been throwing up before, and he was worried the kitchen fumes might trigger her morning sickness again.

"I’m fine. Go and play chess with Godfather, and Godfather, this time, please don’t let him win," Chu Jin said, turning to Uncle Wu.

Uncle Wu, smiling, said, "When did I ever go easy on him? It’s Zhixuan who’s always letting me win. Come on, come on, let’s go play chess." As a chess enthusiast in these deep mountains, finding a worthy opponent was rare, and he wouldn’t miss this chance.

So, Mo Zhixuan went with Uncle Wu to play chess, while Chu Jin went with Auntie Lin to the kitchen.

Once in the kitchen, Chu Jin suddenly seemed to remember something, and said to Auntie Lin, "Godmother, wait for me a moment, I’ll be right back." After saying this, Chu Jin headed outside.

About ten minutes later, Chu Jin walked in again, followed by a high-tech robot.

Auntie Wu had never seen such advanced technology before and was so scared that she started patting her chest, "Oh my, you scared me to death, Jin, what is this thing?"

Before Chu Jin could explain, the robot walked up to Auntie Lin, extended its hand, and introduced itself, "Hello, ma’am, I am Robot A, and from now on, I’ll be your butler."

It had an incredibly adorable baby-like voice.

"Goodness gracious, it can talk?" Auntie Wu nervously swallowed.

"Ma’am, I’m not a thing, I am Robot A." Little A kept its hand extended for a handshake.

Seeing Auntie Lin so nervous, Chu Jin stepped forward and explained with a smile, "Godmother, you don’t have to be afraid, this is a smart robot. It can chat with you when you’re bored, and it can help you with chores as well."

Considering that Uncle Wu and Auntie Lin were getting on in years, and that their legs were becoming less agile, Chu Jin had brought this robot to help them reduce their burden.

Most importantly, Little A was solar-powered, had two batteries, and could last about a month on a single charge. If there was an emergency for Uncle Wu and Auntie Lin on the mountain, Little A could notify Chu Jin immediately.

More than once, Chu Jin had suggested moving Uncle Wu and Auntie Lin to live down the mountain, but both elderly figures had refused.

"Can it actually do chores looking like that?" Auntie Lin said skeptically, eyeing Little A’s clumsy figure.

Little A’s appearance might not be appealing, but that didn’t hinder its dexterous heart.

Seeing Auntie Wu’s disbelief, Chu Jin smiled and said, "Little A, go turn that live fish into fish slices."

"Okay." Little A quickly walked to the stove, grabbed a live fish from the sink, and before Auntie Lin could even see what was happening, Little A had already turned a live fish into paper-thin slices and carefully picked out the bones, setting them aside.

Auntie Lin was utterly astonished; she had not expected the unassuming Little A to be so skilled.

In the time that followed, Chu Jin sat below the stove to start a fire, Little A helped with chopping vegetables, and Auntie Lin was in charge of stir-frying.

Before long, a fragrant seven-dishes-and-one-soup meal was ready, and just as Uncle Wu and Mo Zhixuan’s chess game had ended, Mo Zhixuan walked to the kitchen to serve the dishes.

"Does it smell good?" Chu Jin looked at Mo Zhixuan and asked with a smiling face.

Auntie Wu and Little A had gone out to gather dry wood, so they weren’t in the kitchen.

"It smells great, godmother’s cooking is excellent," Mo Zhixuan nodded.

Chu Jin pointed to the stove and said, "I personally stir-fried one of these dishes. Can you guess which one it is?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Zhixuan was stunned because Chu Jin usually only took care of eating and he hadn’t expected her to cook. There were five attractively presented dishes and a soup on the stove, clearly made by someone skilled in cooking.

Mo Zhixuan excitedly kissed Chu Jin on the cheek, "I never expected my Jin to also be able to cook, my heart is so comforted. But from now on, let me handle the dirty and tiring tasks; you don’t need to lift a finger."

"Just guess which one it is," Chu Jin said expectantly, looking at Mo Zhixuan.

"Is it this one?" Mo Zhixuan pointed to a dish of scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

"No," Chu Jin shook her head.

"Then is it this one?" Mo Zhixuan then pointed to a dish of chili-fried pork slices.

Chu Jin shook her head again.

"This one?" Mo Zhixuan pointed to the braised pork.

"NO," Chu Jin continued to shake her head.

"This one?" Mo Zhixuan pointed to the tofu mixed with green onion.

Chu Jin kept shaking her head.

After Mo Zhixuan had pointed to all seven dishes and the soup, Chu Jin was still shaking her head.

"Jin, which one is it then?" Mo Zhixuan asked somewhat exasperatedly.

"It’s this one." Chu Jin brought out a plate of something blackish from the corner of the stove.

It was no longer recognizable as either eggplant or green vegetable; in a word, it was just black.

Perhaps it was scorched, or maybe too much soy sauce had been used. Compared with Auntie Lin’s seven dishes and a soup, it was just worlds apart.

Mo Zhixuan swallowed, looking at the unidentifiable dish. After a moment, he smiled earnestly and said, "Not bad, not bad at all. This green vegetable looks pretty tasty."

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