Xi Jia walked in with cheerful steps.
She moved a chair and sat down next to Mo Yushen.
Mo Yushen pondered that she didn't have anything important to say, she was just looking for trouble: "I still have a lot of work to do, I'll talk to you later."
Xi Jia opened her notebook, didn't reply, pointed to the notebook, and then silently started reading.
Mo Yushen had given up trying to figure out what she was thinking all day long. She never followed any rules and was impossible to understand.
He then checked his emails.
Xi Jia noticed the spot where the ring was worn, tilted her head, and looked at Mo Yushen's ring finger; the ring was still there.
Turn the page and continue studying the next page.
She read each page as if it were a script, serious and focused, occasionally adding her own thoughts.
Mo Yushen turned his head unintentionally, and his gaze fell on something related to Zhou Mingqian repairing the car. He then calmly looked away.
When Mo Yushen finished all the work and looked back again, Xi Jia was still looking at that page.
Mo Yushen turned the page for her, "Hurry up and read it, then go to sleep. We need to get up early to go to the airport tomorrow."
Xi Jia: "I haven't finished reading that page yet." She turned back.
Mo Yushen turned off the computer and said, "I'm going to sleep." He left the study.
What a buzzkill! Doesn't he know how to be considerate of a woman? Let's wait until she finishes watching so we can go back to the bedroom together.
"Hey, wait for me." Xi Jia closed her laptop, turned off the study light, and jogged to catch up with him.
Mo Yushen asked knowingly, "Finished reading?"
Xi Jia narrowed her eyes, snorted, and ignored him. This man was utterly boring, only caring about himself; he couldn't even spend a little more time with her in the study.
Back in her bedroom, Xi Jia put her notebook in her bag, but stopped halfway through zipping it up and took it out. Mo Yushen had been a bit too aggressive in the study earlier, and she wanted to write it down.
Mo Yushen came out of the dressing room, took out his pajamas, and also Xi Jia's.
He placed Xi Jia's pajamas at the foot of the bed, but she showed no sign of going to sleep. "We need to get up early tomorrow," he reminded her.
"Yes, I know." Xi Jia continued writing without looking up.
Mo Yushen walked to the bathroom.
Xi Jia remembered this passage in detail and read it through before putting it away.
Seeing the pajamas at the foot of the bed, she glanced towards the bathroom.
Perhaps, he had a change of heart.
Tonight, Mo Yushen not only helped Xi Jia with her clothes, but it was also the first time since their marriage that he had tried to please her in their marital communication. At that moment, Xi Jia was moved.
She didn't know if Mo Yushen was him or not.
The room lights were off, and Xi Jia could only see the outline of Mo Yushen's face. She couldn't see if there was any emotion in his eyes.
"husband."
"Hmm?" he replied when he had a moment.
"We had no feelings for each other back then, so how did we end up getting married?"
Mo Yushen didn't answer, nor could he. She had no feelings for him, and she loved someone else. As for why she would marry him, how would he know?
Finally, Mo Yushen lowered his head, kissed Xi Jia, and asked, "Whose are you?" His voice was hoarse, revealing a man's possessiveness.
She couldn't refuse to answer; Mo Yushen wouldn't let her off the hook. She had no choice but to say, "Mo Yushen's."
Early morning.
The city has finally quieted down.
The same goes for the room.
Xi Jia was sleepy and tired.
Before going to sleep, Mo Yushen said, "From now on, when I take notes, I will try to write down our conversations as well."
Xi Jia: "..."
It's that question I just asked, "Whose are you?"
After a while, Xi Jia still hadn't fallen asleep.
It was rare for Mo Yushen to make a request of her, so she turned on the light and got up.
Mo Yushen: "Want some water?"
Xi Jia shook her head, walked to the workbench, and took out her notebook from her bag. "There was something important that happened during the day. I forgot to write it down before, and I'll definitely forget it by tomorrow morning."
She turned to him and said, "You go to sleep first."
Then take careful notes.
She didn't mention the specific details, only what she was thinking at the time, and the possessive look he showed when he looked at her and asked her that question.
Chapter Nineteen
The next day, I got up even earlier than when I was going to work.
On her way to the airport, Xi Jia scrolled through entertainment news. Today's trending topics were related to the casting of the drama that Xing Lan was going to film, but they were all just rumors.
Several bloggers revealed that the female lead and second female lead for that drama have been cast as Jiang Qin and Xiang Luo.
It hasn't been officially announced yet, so we don't know if it's true or not.
But rumors don't usually come out of thin air.
The entire internet is now focused on this, wondering who will be chosen as the screenwriter.
Xi Jia put away her phone and took out Mr. Yue's novel.
Over the years, she hasn't carried many things with her, and this novel is one of them.
Mo Yushen spoke up, "How many times have you watched it? Are you still watching it?"
Xi Jia: "I like it."
Mo Yushen guessed that she wanted to adapt the novel. She had just finished reading the entertainment news and started reading the book. Last time in the mountains, she had sounded out his intentions.
The director of this drama is Zhou Mingqian.
The car was quiet, except for the sound of the wheels rolling over speed bumps.
Mo Yushen spoke again: "Go to the mountains and get some rest this time. Your screenwriting skills are limited, so even if you adapt it, it will be a waste of time. Zhou Mingqian won't appreciate it, so don't waste your time."
The truth is sharp.
Xi Jia didn't like listening. She glanced at Mo Yushen sideways and continued reading.
All the way to the airport, Xi Jia didn't have a chance to talk to Mo Yushen.
Before boarding, Mo Yushen took the novel from Xi Jia's hand and put it in her bag, saying, "Try to balance work and rest."
Secretary Ding tried to stand as far away as possible, feeling nothing but sympathy for her boss who was being ignored. While waiting for the flight, Mo Yushen probably wished he could become the novel in Xi Jia's hand.
Xi Jia's eyes stung, and she gently patted her eye sockets.
They were about to part ways, and she only had time to say a few words to Mo Yushen.
How long will you stay in Shanghai?
"It will take a few days."
Xi Jia raised her hand and buttoned up the top button of his shirt.
Mo Yushen looked down at her. Xi Jia straightened his collar as she did so, saying, "Men and women are different. Women wear low-cut tops to show off their cleavage, but you men don't have that on your bodies."
Mo Yushen: "..." He was speechless.
He thought she was just trying to help him tidy his clothes.
The announcement began, and Xi Jia pushed her small suitcase, took a few steps, then turned back. "Don't worry, I won't forget you." Her tone was relaxed, and she even gave him a flirtatious look.
Mo Yushen put his hands in his pockets and watched her figure disappear into the crowd.
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Mo Yushen arrived in Shanghai just in time for a meeting of Mo's Real Estate.
Since Mo Lian took office, there has been a sense of unease among the employees of Mo's Real Estate, especially among the senior executives, who were all promoted and appointed by Mo Yushen.
They wouldn't care if Mo's Real Estate replaced any other president.
But it was Mo Lian.
Mo Lian and Mo Yushen are embroiled in a power struggle over the future succession of the Mo Group.
What executives fear most is that a new emperor brings a new court.
Mo Lian's temperament meant he wouldn't let Mo Yushen have an easy time.
Mo Yushen's visit today put their minds at ease.
Mo Yushen's sudden appearance in the conference room caused quite a commotion. He raised his hand and pressed it down, signaling them to continue.
Mo Lian's expression remained calm, but the fleeting look of surprise in his eyes went unnoticed.
He was unaware beforehand that Mo Yushen had arrived in Shanghai.
Mo Yushen sat by the door, listening in.
Like a leader making an inspection.
The meeting room fell silent instantly.
Mo Yushen crossed his legs, looking calm and composed.
He has always kept his abilities hidden, and no one can understand him.
Mo Lian looked over. Regardless of the circumstances, formalities were still necessary, and he intended to nod and greet him.
Mo Yushen's gaze swept past Mo Lian and fell upon the large screen behind Mo Lian, which displayed a model of a certain project. He looked at it intently.