Chapter 785: 788, Xi He sneaks into the engagement scene (Second update)

"Very good." Chu Jin nodded slightly and then asked, "Have you eaten yet?"

"Not yet, you?" Mo Zhixuan turned to look at her and asked back.

"I haven’t either, but I’m not hungry right now." Chu Jin rested her head on his chest and continued, "I have something to tell you."

"Go ahead." Mo Zhixuan said while playing with her fingers.

"A few days ago, I met Xi He..." Chu Jin slowly told Mo Zhixuan about her encounter with Xi He.

Because Mo Zhixuan had been quite busy lately, Chu Jin hadn’t found the right moment to talk to him about it.

"I never expected Xi He to actually take a liking to Duanmu Zhe!" Mo Zhixuan spoke indifferently, "However, it’s just a minor issue; don’t worry too much about it. Qingyi and Duanmu will handle it well. The most important thing for you now is to take good care of yourself and deliver two healthy babies. Don’t stress yourself out with this and that all day."

As he spoke, Mo Zhixuan bent down and kissed Chu Jin on the forehead.

Being able to kiss his lady whenever he wanted was such a wonderful feeling!

Chu Jin nodded slightly, "Yeah, I just feel like if I don’t do something about it, I’d be letting Qingyi and Duanmu down. After all, we were the ones who caused this situation."

"As long as Duanmu Zhe truly loves Qingyi, even ten Xi Hes couldn’t tear them apart," said Mo Zhixuan with a deep voice, "So, we don’t need to feel guilty about this at all! In fact, they should be thankful to us."

If Duanmu Zhe really got swayed by Xi He, that would only mean that he didn’t truly love Mo Qingyi.

This was merely a small test within their relationship.

Duanmu Zhe, well, he barely passed.

Chu Jin pinched Mo Zhixuan’s face, "Has anyone ever told you that your skin is thicker than the corner of a city wall?"

"Apart from you, my ancestor, who else dares to run wild on me?" Mo Zhixuan grasped Chu Jin’s hand, "Speaking of which, I brought you a gift."

"What gift?" Chu Jin raised her eyebrows slightly.

"It’s in the room. I’ll take you there." Mo Zhixuan lifted Chu Jin in his arms and the two walked to the adjoining bedroom.

Once in the room, Mo Zhixuan placed Chu Jin on the sofa and then picked up a gift box from the table to give to her, "Open it and see."

A rather large gift box, wrapped exquisitely

Chu Jin unwrapped layer after layer, and finally, from the innermost part, she took out a palm-sized gilded gift box.

With Mo Zhixuan’s expectant eyes upon her, Chu Jin opened Little Qiao’s gift box and took out an exquisite glass jar that sparkled with dazzling light.

"Nail polish?" Chu Jin raised her eyebrows slightly, a hint of disbelief in her eyes. She hadn’t expected Mo Zhixuan to give her a bottle of nail polish.

Because Mo Zhixuan had never given her cosmetics before, and she never used them either.

"Do you like it?" Mo Zhixuan asked softly while looking at Chu Jin.

Chu Jin smiled gently, "I do, what made you suddenly think of buying this for me?"

"I saw the leader of Q Country buy it for his partner, and at that moment, I thought that if you wore it, you would be a hundred times more beautiful than her!" Mo Zhixuan took the nail polish and held her hand, "Come on, I’ll apply it for you."

This nail polish was all-natural and eco-friendly, so there was no fear of harming the two little ones in the belly.

"Do you know how?" Chu Jin raised her eyebrows slightly and smiled faintly.

"I don’t, but I can learn." Saying this, Mo Zhixuan freed one hand and took out his phone, opening a nail polish application tutorial video.

Seeing how serious he was, Chu Jin laughed and said, "Forget it, you klutz. I should do it myself."

"Let me do it. I help you once, and you help me once." The thought of Chu Jin’s hands, freshly painted with nail polish, touching a certain part of his body, sent his blood surging.

Her hands were already beautifully shaped; with nail polish, they would surely be tear-jerkingly gorgeous!

Help him once too?

Chu Jin raised her eyebrows slightly. Could it be that Mo Zhixuan also wanted to try nail polish?

Uh...

That image was too beautiful; she could hardly imagine it.

If Miss Chu knew Mr. Mo’s actual thoughts at this moment, she would certainly laugh and smack him for it.

Mo Zhixuan was clever. After watching the video once, he grasped all the tricks and began applying the nail polish to Chu Jin’s hands.

He leaned down slightly, with all his concentration focused on Chu Jin’s fingers.

From Chu Jin’s angle, she could clearly see Mo Zhixuan’s sharp features, the high bridge of his nose, and his eyelashes that fluttered like small fans.

It was baffling how a man could have such long eyelashes.

Chu Jin couldn’t help but reach out and toy with Mo Zhixuan’s eyelashes, smiling as she said, "Mo Zhixuan, what did you eat when you were young? Your eyelashes are so long!"

"People born with excellence, are excellent from birth," Mo Zhixuan said in a low tone.

In other words, his eyelashes were naturally long and not something achieved through aftercare!

"Vain," Chu Jin tugged at his ear, "You haven’t even been complimented yet, and you’re already gasping."

Mo Zhixuan chuckled, "The truth speaks louder than words. Don’t worry, my good genes will definitely be passed on to our precious daughter. When the time comes, just wait for her to captivate countless young men."

Chu Jin: "Heh, if I remember correctly, just a few days ago, you were still complaining about how ugly your precious daughter was, even going as far as wanting to name her ’Ugly’."

The heart of a man, as unfathomable as the sea.

Mo Zhixuan, without changing his expression, said, "You must be mistaken, there’s no such thing."

Thirty minutes later.

Looking at those sparkling nails, Chu Jin lifted her eyes toward Mo Zhixuan, "Speak truthfully, have you done the same thing for other women before?"

Otherwise, how could Mo Zhixuan, a beginner, do a better job than professional manicurists?

"I swear, absolutely not!" Mo Zhixuan held up three fingers seriously.

"You can do it this well without experience?" Chu Jin raised her eyebrows slightly.

Mo Zhixuan smiled slowly, "It’s because I’m naturally talented."

"Have some shame, will you? Mr. Mo!" Chu Jin patted Mo Zhixuan’s face with her hand.

Under the light, the nails shone like a starry night sky, reflecting a captivating luster.

Indeed befitting the name of this nail polish.

Starry Sky.

Chu Jin’s complexion was already fair, and at this moment, it seemed as pale as milk.

If it were an ordinary person, they really wouldn’t be able to pull off such a color.

"It’s so pretty," Mo Zhixuan grabbed Chu Jin’s hand and kissed it.

"Jin, I’ve just served you tirelessly, isn’t it time for you to serve me?" Mo Zhixuan’s eyes had a layer of unfading ink, staring straight at Chu Jin’s hands.

Chu Jin raised her eyebrows slightly, "Really? You have such heavy taste?"

"What are you thinking?" Mo Zhixuan patted her head, "I meant, use your hand here." Saying that, he grabbed Chu Jin’s hand and gently rubbed it.

Chu Jin pulled her hand back as if electrocuted and pointed at his head, "Mo Zhixuan! Mind your behavior, what are you thinking about?"

Mo Zhixuan looked at Chu Jin, his face full of deep affection, "Of course, it’s filled with you. So, is it a deal or not?"

"Figure it out yourself; I’m hungry. Let’s go downstairs to eat." Chu Jin glanced at him, then headed downstairs.

This man is really getting more and more improper.

Mo Zhixuan watched Chu Jin head downstairs with a look of grievance and followed her down, "Jin, when exactly is your due date?"

Chu Jin looked at him with disdain, "How can you be a husband like this? Not even knowing your wife’s due date."

Approaching the stairs, Mo Zhixuan quickly wrapped his arm around her waist, "How could I forget? I’m just teasing you. It’s the seventh day of March, right?"

**

The next day.

The engagement banquet scene.

Today, Duanmu Zhe and Mo Qingyi are the focus, so they arrived early.

Along with them came many important guests.

As the bride’s family, Chu Jin and Mo Zhixuan also arrived fairly early.

The makeup room.

Chu Jin sat on the sofa, chatting with Mo Qingyi.

"Jin, I’m a bit nervous. What should I say on stage later?" Mo Qingyi closed her eyes, allowing the makeup artist to work freely on her face, but her hands were tightly clenched together.

"Don’t be nervous," Chu Jin patted Mo Qingyi’s hand, "Didn’t we have a dress rehearsal yesterday? Just follow the process."

There were many important guests at the engagement banquet, even foreign envoys, so they had a rehearsal the day before to avoid mistakes.

Mo Qingyi felt a layer of sweat in the palms of her hands, "What if I forget my words?" She didn’t know what was wrong with her; she had faced life and death in the military without fear, but now she was scared and nervous about such a small event,

"It’s okay, if you really forget your words, isn’t Duanmu there?" Chu Jin said with a soft smile, "Let the man handle these kinds of things; if he can’t even manage this much, then it just proves he’s not worthy of you."

Hearing Chu Jin say this, Mo Qingyi felt much more at ease. She nodded, "Jin, you’re right."

Chu Jin looked at Mo Qingyi, a ripple of emotion flashing through her clear eyes. Then, she took out the Tarot cards from her space, quickly shuffled them, and after arranging the cards, she handed them to Mo Qingyi, "Qingyi, draw a card."

Right at that moment, the makeup artist had finished applying makeup. Mo Qingyi opened her eyes and drew a card.

Upright: Third of Swords.

On the card, a red heart was pierced through by three intersecting swords, set against a stormy backdrop. The vivid red of the heart and the dim grey clouds contrasted sharply.

When the Third of Swords encounters love, it signifies that your romance has been invaded by a third party.

If left unattended, it will descend into endless pain later on.

All in all, it’s not a very good card.

Chu Jin saw the card and a flicker of light passed through her eyes, but her expression remained calm as ever.

"Jin, what about this card?" Mo Qingyi’s face was still brimming with a sweet and blissful smile, the light reflecting in her eyes, shining brightly.

Chu Jin smiled slightly, her gaze falling to the doorway, "It’s quite good. Guess who’s here?"

Mo Qingyi quickly turned around and saw Duanmu Zhe, dressed in formal attire, walking in from outside. A person in joy looks especially vigorous, and today Duanmu Zhe was exceptionally dashing.

"Ninth sister-in-law," Duanmu Zhe walked up to Mo Qingyi, hands on her shoulders, and greeted Chu Jin.

Chu Jin slightly raised an eyebrow, "You two chat for a while, I’m going to take a walk outside; it’s quite stuffy in here." In truth, Chu Jin didn’t want to disturb the couple’s sweet moment.

"Jin, can you manage on your own?" Mo Qingyi grabbed Chu Jin’s wrist.

Chu Jin was heavily pregnant, in a special period, and with people moving around outside, if some careless child bumped into her, it could lead to a disaster. Mo Qingyi was a bit worried.

"It’s fine," Chu Jin glanced sideways, "Mo Zhixuan is still outside. I’m heading off now." With those words, Chu Jin turned and left, thoughtfully closing the door behind her.

After Chu Jin left, only Duanmu Zhe and Mo Qingyi remained in the makeup room.

The warm yellow light bathed the two, casting a romantic ambiance.

"Is there something on my face?" Seeing Duanmu Zhe staring at her intensely, Mo Qingyi was puzzled and raised her eyes to touch her own cheek.

"Qingyi, you look really beautiful today." Duanmu Zhe’s heartbeat hastened as he watched Mo Qingyi.

Mo Qingyi rolled her eyes, "Are you implying that I’m not normally beautiful?"

Duanmu Zhe hurriedly said, looking at her, "Of course not, you are always the most beautiful in my heart!"

Mo Qingyi laughed lightly and pinched Duanmu Zhe’s chin, "Duanmu Xiaosi, what’s with you today, did you smear your mouth with honey? You’re extra sweet with your words."

Duanmu Zhe took Mo Qingyi’s hand and gently pulled her, instantly pinning her against the makeup table, "It is pretty sweet, want to taste it?"

With that, he pressed his lips to Mo Qingyi’s.

The soft yellow light diffused a faint romantic hue.

Just as the two were about to get lost in the kiss, Mo Qingyi suddenly came to her senses and pushed Duanmu Zhe away, "Go out and call the makeup assistant. I need to change clothes, and we’re running out of time."

The evening gown was elaborate, with layer upon layer, and required someone’s help to put it on properly.

"You don’t need to bother an assistant for such a small matter; I’ll help you," Duanmu Zhe said as he picked up the evening gown and pulled Mo Qingyi towards the changing room.

Chu Jin walked into the wedding banquet hall.

The hall was bustling, with people in suits and gowns holding glasses of wine, weaving between the buffet tables.

Old Madam Mo was discussing something with the parents of the Duanmu Family.

Tong Zhi was being amused by Mo Fengxu, laughing heartily.

Everything looked peaceful, calm waters on the surface.

Chu Jin narrowed her eyes slightly, a glint of light flashing through her clear gaze. According to the clue from the Third of Swords, tonight’s engagement banquet would not be ordinary; there would definitely be someone causing trouble.

It is often very calm before the storm.

However, as long as she was here, she would not let Mo Qingyi’s life be marred with regrets.

Chu Jin withdrew her gaze from the hall and walked outside.

Seeing Chu Jin heading out, Mo Zhixuan hurriedly followed, "Jin, where are you going?"

"I feel something is not quite right, I’m going out to take a look, and get some fresh air," Chu Jin didn’t hide it from Mo Zhixuan.

"Then I’ll accompany you," Mo Zhixuan replied.

"Okay," Chu Jin nodded.

The two stepped outside the hotel, and Chu Jin looked at Mo Zhixuan with some unease, "Mo Zhixuan, I just did a reading for Qingyi, and the card was very ominous. Xi He won’t give up so easily; she might have already infiltrated the engagement party."

The upright Third of Swords, if not handled carefully, could very well lead to mutual destruction.

Xi He was not an ordinary person to begin with.

If she really had snuck into the wedding banquet earlier, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Mo Zhixuan glanced at Chu Jin, "Don’t worry, our people are everywhere here; she won’t be able to cause trouble." Although Mo Zhixuan said this, a flicker of worry still passed through his eyes. He opened his communicator and directed towards Li Xunen on the other end, "Xun En, reinforce the security. Guests must show their invitations to come and go! Immediately escort out anyone who is not related! And arrange for more people to stay close to Qingyi! Tonight’s engagement banquet is of utmost importance, we can’t afford any slip-ups!"

Li Xunen’s voice quickly transmitted from the other end, "Rest assured, sir, I’ve arranged for people to patrol in turns, and so far we haven’t found anything unusual."

"All is well, don’t worry unnecessarily," Mo Zhixuan wrapped his arm around Chu Jin’s shoulder, offering words of comfort.

"Mm," Chu Jin nodded slightly.

"But I still can’t set my mind at ease," Chu Jin continued, "You go ahead inside, I’ll stay out here and check around a bit more."

"Then I’ll stay with you." Mo Zhixuan followed Chu Jin’s steps.

After staying outside for over ten minutes and not finding anything out of the ordinary, they returned to the banquet hall.

**

Makeup room.

Mo Qingyi and Duanmu Zhe changed their clothes and came out.

Just then, there was a knock at the door.

"Who is it?" Duanmu Zhe frowned slightly.

"Hello, Mr. Duanmu, the engagement ceremony is about to start, I’m here to touch up Miss Mo’s makeup," a gentle female voice came from outside the door.

Duanmu Zhe adjusted his tie, "Come in."

Sitting in front of the makeup table, Mo Qingyi picked up an eyebrow pencil to draw her brows, internally complaining that her hands, adept at wielding knives and guns, were failing to properly handle the eyebrow pencil. What should have been willowy brows became comically overdrawn.

A slender makeup artist walked in from the door, holding a black makeup bag. She greeted them courteously, "Mr. Duanmu, Miss Mo."

Mo Qingyi put down the eyebrow pencil and nodded slightly towards her, then slightly knitted her brows, "Did the makeup artist change? I remember it wasn’t you just now."

The makeup artist smiled politely, "Miss Mo, the person who did your makeup earlier was my mentor; she had to leave due to an emergency, so she asked me to come and touch up your makeup. Is there anything you feel needs retouching?"

"Oh, I see," Mo Qingyi expressed her understanding, then continued, "Just help me with the lipstick and then redraw my eyebrows."

"Sure, Miss Mo." The makeup artist opened her makeup bag and approached Mo Qingyi, then looked at Duanmu Zhe and reminded, "Mr. Duanmu, if you could please step aside."

Duanmu Zhe stepped back subtly, then whispered in Mo Qingyi’s ear, "I’ll head over first and come back to get you later."

Mo Qingyi smiled and nodded, "Go ahead."

Duanmu Zhe pecked Mo Qingyi on the lips and then left.

"Miss Mo, you look really beautiful tonight." The makeup artist took out an unopened lipstick, twisted it open, "Do you like this shade?"

Mo Qingyi, her eyes alight with a smile, "Let me see it, please. Your mentor didn’t use this shade earlier."

The makeup artist handed the lipstick to Mo Qingyi, who tested the shade on the back of her hand, then looked up at the makeup artist, "This color doesn’t seem red enough, do you have a true red?"

Mo Qingyi’s lips were a lush, freshly moistened crimson. The makeup artist stared at her lips, losing focus for a moment, with hands tightly clenched.

However, Mo Qingyi didn’t notice this detail.

The makeup artist quickly recovered, looking at Mo Qingyi, she continued, "Yes, Miss Mo, what about this one?"

After testing the shade, Mo Qingyi, quite satisfied, said, "It’s nice, I’ll go with this one."

"Alright, Miss Mo, I’ll start with your eyebrows," the makeup artist picked up an eyebrow pencil.

"Alright," Mo Qingyi nodded slightly.

Holding the pencil, the makeup artist gently supported Mo Qingyi’s chin with one hand while sketching out the eyebrows with the other, instantly defining a delicate shape. Then she took the lipstick and carefully applied it to Mo Qingyi’s lips.

"What brand is this lipstick? It smells really good," Mo Qingyi couldn’t help but ask.

The makeup artist smiled faintly, "This is a lipstick I made myself, I’m glad you like it, Miss Mo."

Lipstick made by herself?

Upon hearing that, Mo Qingyi slightly furrowed her brows. Before she could think further, her mind grew heavy, as if all the strength in her body had been drained away.

The makeup artist quickly supported Mo Qingyi’s shoulders, looking very anxious, "Miss Mo, what’s wrong? Are you okay?"

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