Xi Jia protected the notebook, "I won't change it. This is my notebook. I can write whatever I want in it. You're not allowed to peek into my notebook again."
Mo Yu was deeply helpless.
Anyway, his image was already pretty much ruined by Secretary Ding, so one more time wouldn't make a difference.
"Let's go eat."
Mo Yu went downstairs.
After writing the last sentence, Xi Jia put away her notebook and quickly caught up with him. She was a step taller than Mo Yushen, and she placed her hand on his shoulder.
The grandparents were in the dining room, watching this scene on the stairs, and were very pleased.
The atmosphere at today's meal was awkward.
When 'enemies' meet, their eyes are filled with intense hatred.
However, in front of the old man, both Mo Yushen and Mo Lian's mother restrained themselves, and there was no eye contact between them.
During the meal, Chairman Mo talked to the old man about the issue of his shareholding. His plan was, "Dad, I plan to donate my shareholding after the New Year, otherwise the shareholding is too scattered."
Mrs. Mo paused with her chopsticks and looked at Mr. Mo.
Grandpa Mo nodded without saying anything more.
This topic was left aside.
As for how Chairman Mo made the gift, and to whom it was given, he didn't say.
Mrs. Mo absentmindedly picked at her food, since the shares held by Chairman Mo were joint property of the couple anyway.
Xi Jia secretly glanced at Mrs. Mo, whose expression was subtle.
Mo Yushen served Xi Jia some food, indicating that she should eat in peace.
Grandma broke the silence and started talking about the script, "Jiajia, you've been busy for almost two months, how's the script coming along?"
Xi Jia: "There shouldn't be any problem. We should have the results after the holiday."
Grandma was in high spirits. "I also have Weibo, I'll promote it for you then. By the way, I've already followed you, and I've followed a lot of other people too."
Grandma only started using Weibo a few days ago, but she's become obsessed with it and can talk endlessly about it.
Grandpa's eyes were silent, yet filled with helplessness.
Xi Jia asked her grandmother's Weibo nickname and said she would return home after dinner.
As the conversation lightened, the meal became less stressful.
Mo Lian didn't understand the conversation between his grandmother and Xi Jia. He knew that Xi Jia was a professional equestrian athlete, but he didn't know what her connection was to the script.
In the afternoon, Mo Yushen played a few games of chess with his grandfather. He was somewhat distracted and lost to his grandfather every time.
Xi Jia was downstairs playing Weibo with her grandmother. Her grandmother was slow at using it, but she was very enthusiastic.
In the evening, Mo Yushen suggested leaving.
Grandpa knew he hadn't eaten well at noon, so he asked him and Xi Jia to stay for dinner before leaving.
Mo Yushen declined, saying, "I have things to do back home."
Before leaving, Grandma mentioned Qin Sulan to Mo Yushen, saying, "Your mother came to see us a few days ago." They hadn't been in touch for some years.
Mo Yushen didn't say anything, he just nodded.
Grandma patted Mo Yushen on the shoulder, "She is, after all, your mother."
Qin Sulan has never returned since leaving the Mo family.
When her son divorced Qin Sulan, she told Qin Sulan that she could come home anytime she wanted to see the child. But Qin Sulan never came back.
On Mo Yushen's tenth birthday, she called Qin Sulan and said that the child missed his mother and asked if she could come back to celebrate the birthday with him, without inviting any outsiders.
Qin Sulan declined, saying she was abroad and couldn't return at the moment.
Later, we gradually lost contact.
Mo Yushen went abroad to study during high school. Qin Sulan visited him during those years abroad, but she didn't know how the mother and son got along.
But judging from Mo Yushen's reaction, it wasn't very good either.
A few days ago, Qin Sulan came to visit her parents and said that they had worked hard all these years to raise Mo Yushen so well.
Qin Sulan's temper has become much milder than before. Perhaps it's because she's older and has a clearer understanding of things, unlike when she was younger and more decisive.
She knew that her son's infidelity and the birth of his illegitimate child were a devastating blow to Qin Sulan. Especially since Qin Sulan had poured all her emotions into her husband, only to be met with this ridiculous situation.
Qin Sulan is stubborn and proud. After the divorce, she left Beijing and completely cut off all contact with her former circle of friends.
Grandma sighed and said to Mo Yushen, "Tomorrow is your mother's birthday. It seems like she's been spending it alone all these years. Now that she's in Beijing, it's closer to home. Why don't you and Xi Jia go and visit her?"
Mo Yushen: "I'm busy." He changed the subject, "Grandma, I'm going back."
Grandma didn't say much, just told him not to overwork himself.
Xi Jia sat to the side listening to Mo Yushen and his mother's past. She didn't know how to comfort him, so she could only gently stroke the back of his hand.
The car was quiet all the way from Grandma's house.
Mo Yushen leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to rest. Perhaps he had caught Xi Jia's thoughts, he recalled the scenes of his childhood with his mother.
I can't remember anything.
I only remember the days after my mother left.
Xi Jia opened the audio and listened to his line, "I will only love Xi Jia for the rest of my life," which she never tired of hearing.
In this season, the trunks of the sycamore trees are completely bare.
The car drove along this narrow road.
"husband."
Xi Jia's profile.
Mo Yushen kept his eyes narrowed. "Hmm," he said, then asked, "What's wrong?"
Xi Jia: "Could you go home and record it again? I don't like the first half of the sentence."
Mo Yushen remained silent.
Xi Jia: "Husband."
Mo Yushen: "Hmm."
Xi Jia didn't understand, "What do you mean by 'um'?"
"OK."
Xi Jia was satisfied. She sat down next to him and put an earphone in his ear, saying, "Listen to something cheerful."
Mo Yushen couldn't stand it anymore; it was so cheesy back then. He took off his headphones and nudged Xi Jia, "Go listen to it yourself; I have things to do."
Mo Yushen instructed the driver, "Find a flower shop and pull over."
Xi Jia pulled off her headphones. "Are you going to buy me flowers?"
Mo Yushen: "..." He didn't say yes or no.
The driver stopped on the side of the road at the next intersection; across the street was a flower shop.
Mo Yushen got out of the car, while Xi Jia stayed behind. She rolled down the car window, rested her chin on her hand, and said, "Honey, I don't need anything expensive, nor do I need many. Ninety-nine will do."
Mo Yushen's back view conveyed a sense of speechlessness.
Xi Jia smiled.
Upon entering the flower shop, Mo Yushen ordered a bouquet of lilies, leaving his phone number and address, asking for delivery at eight o'clock the next morning.
The shop assistant asked, "Would you like a message of blessing written on it?"
Mo Yushen seemed to struggle for a moment, but finally nodded. The shop assistant handed him a beautiful little card, which Mo Yushen wrote only four words: Happy Birthday.
He handed the card to the shop assistant and then asked her to give him a package of roses.
Shop assistant: "How many flowers?"
After a moment of silence, Mo Yushen said, "Give me one first, and send the rest of the roses from your store to my house before six o'clock."
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Xi Jia had already guessed that Mo Yushen went to the flower shop to buy flowers for his mother. Asking him to buy roses earlier was just a way to give him an out.
A moment later, the person from the shop came out, holding a flower in his hand, which looked very out of place with his trench coat, shirt, and formal attire.
Xi Jia remained in the same position, her hand supporting her chin, the other hand reaching out the window, banging on the car door without any rhythm.
Mo Yushen crossed the road.
Xi Jia narrowed her eyes, looking at him with a leisurely air. "It's just a flower, and you still dare to give it to me."
Mo Yushen: "What do you need so many for?" He handed her the flowers through the window.
Xi Jia didn't answer, feigning displeasure, but actually just teasing him, wanting to see his awkwardness and helplessness towards her. Of course, she also wanted to see how he would coax her.
Mo Yushen tried to pry her fingers open and stuff the flowers into her hands, but Xi Jia clenched her fists tightly.
The street was bustling with people and cars, and passersby occasionally turned to look at them. One flower? How stingy! No wonder the woman got angry and didn't want it anymore.
Mo Yushen was at a loss, so he held the flower to her nose and said, "Smell it. This flower is different from ordinary roses."
"What's different?"
"This is the king of flowers."
"..."
Xi Jia laughed.
Even the driver in the front seat couldn't help but put his hand to his forehead and laugh silently. The boss has learned to say sweet nothings now.
Xi Jia looked up at Mo Yushen again. His eyes were gentle, and there was a faint smile on his lips. This was the first time she had seen him with such an expression. When this usually stern man became gentle, he was both sexy and deadly.
Her heart pounded wildly.