?Chapter 281: Chapter 281: Little Ghost, stop pretending, I know you’re not asleep Chapter 281: Chapter 281: Little Ghost, stop pretending, I know you’re not asleep Mo Family Estate.
Madam Mo was running on the treadmill in the gym when the maid approached, “Madam, Miss Linda is here.”
“Let her in quickly, I’ll go take a quick shower and change my clothes.”
“Alright.”
…
Madam Mo quickly took a shower and changed her clothes, then arrived at the reception room where she saw Linda sitting there, enjoying her afternoon tea.
A rare look of surprise showed on Madam Mo’s face, “Linda? What brings you to China without so much as a heads-up?”
Hearing this, Linda stood up and embraced Madam Mo.
“Your son called me here, he offered a high price for me to design a wedding dress, it’s quite funny, I actually thought the girl he was marrying was someone you arranged for him when he was little.”
Madam Mo was about to sit down when her smile froze, “He asked you to design a wedding dress?”
It seemed that what she said, Mo Chen chose to outright ignore.
Linda looked puzzled, “You didn’t know? Your son is getting married, and you had no idea?”
Madam Mo quickly recovered her poised smile, “Of course I knew, thank you for your trouble.”
It’s just a wedding dress, no big deal.
But…
This damn kid is so obstinately dominant, he doesn’t allow anyone to have an opinion about what he wants to do, otherwise, it means going against him.
…
Soon, night fell.
Tonight is the Mo Family’s monthly family dinner, held at the estate.
Mo Chen was driving into the estate gates when the screen of the phone ced aside showed an iing call from Qiao Ruoxin.
He nced at it and then drove the car into the estate, slowing to a halt.
He got out of the car, phone in hand, and answered the call. A servant automatically went to park the car in the garage.
“Little Ghost, what’s up?”
The man’s voice was indulgentlyzy as he strolled toward the vis with his long, straight legs.
“Mo Chen, you…”
“Hmm?”
“I want to ask you a question. Will you answer honestly without deceiving me?”
“Ask.”
Mo Chen walked on thewn, his shadow elongated by the lights behind him.
“Did… did you have an arranged marriage set up by someone?”
The smile on the man’s lips vanished instantly, he stopped in his tracks, slightly furrowed his brow, and counter-asked, “Arranged marriage? Who said that?”
How could he not know if he had been arranged a marriage?
What era did they think this was?
He thought that such a term was nearly extinct, so how could it still exist?
“You don’t know? You’re not aware that you’ve been arranged in a marriage?”
Mo Chen’s handsome face grew cold, his voice distant, “I’ll talk to you about it when I get back, I’m a bit busy right now. Go take a bath and head to bed after dinner.”
After hanging up the call, he walked toward the inside of the vi.
…
In the dining room.
The long dining table, filled with people on both sides, represented the prosperity of the Mo Family.
Of course, Mo Tian only had Mo Chen as his son.
Mo Chen walked into the dining room, heading straight for the seat next to his cousin Mo Zhizi.
“Brother, you’re back,” Mo Zhizi called out.
“Hmm.”
The man sat down, and the maid brought over a hot towel for him to clean his hands.
Mo Tian then looked at him, “Why are you back sote?”
He replied expressionlessly, “Traffic jam on the road.”
Around the long dining table, the people of the Mo Family were dining and chatting, only he had a somber expression on his face.
Mo Zhizi noticed his strangeness and couldn’t help but ask, “Brother, you don’t look very well, are you feeling ufortable?”
“No.”
Mo Chen replied indifferently with a single word, then picked up the knife and fork with his slender fingers and elegantly carved the steak on the te.
During the meal, his gaze met with his mother’s several times.
Madame Mo, of course, also noticed something was off with him, since she gave birth to him. Even the slightest change in his expression did not escape her notice.
“Mo Chen, are you feeling unwell?”
Mo Chen simply put down his knife and fork, picked up the wine ss beside him, took a sip, and looked at his mother.
“Mom, did I ever have an arranged engagement when I was a child?” His tone was calm and detached, even somewhat cold.
Madame Mo was taken aback for a moment, then lifted her smile, “It seems there was such a matter.”
He scoffed, “What era are we living in? Such ridiculous things still exist? You’re educated, how can you have such outdated thinking?”
Suddenly, the atmosphere at the dining table turned somewhat awkward.
Members of the Mo Family all knew about Mo Chen’s temper, and none dared to provoke the future head of Hengzhong Group.
Madame Mo lifted her wine ss for a sip, her faceposed, “It wasn’t me who decided on it, it was your dad.”
Mo Chen’s icy gaze instantly turned towards his father, Mo Tian.
Mo Tian almost choked, nced at his wife beside him, and slowly began, “Back then, he was my sworn brother. It just so happened he had a daughter and I had a son, so why not arrange a match? Besides, they’ve been living abroad for so many years, never intending to return. What are you worried about? Chase your women, no one’s stopping you.”
“That’s how it better be. I’ll say it now, if theye knocking in the future, I won’t take responsibility.”
Having said that, Mo Chen wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin, then slowly stood up, “Everyone enjoy your meal, I’m leaving first.”
Madame Mo also stood up and followed him out.
…
As Mo Chen passed through the living room, his mother’s voice came from behind, “Mo Chen, wait.”
He stopped in his tracks, turned around, and waited for what his mother would say next.
“I heard from Linda that you asked her to start designing a wedding dress. Have you set a wedding date? You’re skipping the engagement party and going straight for the wedding? Is everything settled with the Qiao Family?”
Madame Mo shot him so many questions in a row, each one making Mo Chen’s expression turn a shade colder.
Seeing him silent, she continued, “Even though you have a bad temper, you’ve always handled things steadily. Why are you being so impulsive this time?”
He snorted disdainfully, his voice cold, “Maybe it’s the fear of losing.”
That statement made Madame Mo’s eyes flicker and she said no more.
“Mom, I’m going back now.”
After speaking, he turned and left.
Madame Mo watched her tall and indifferent son’s retreating figure, and couldn’t help but wonder, what does fear of losing feel like?
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Late at night.
Jiang Mansion Number One, bedroom.
After taking a shower, Qiao Ruoxin changed into her nightgown andy on the bed ying with her phone.
She didn’t receive a call from Mo Chen and felt somewhat gloomy as she flopped down to sleep.
At that moment, she heard the sound of deep footstepsing from the hallway outside the bedroom.
It was his footsteps, he was back.
Qiao Ruoxin instinctively closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.
Then, she heard the sound of the bedroom door being pushed open.
She also heard the man’s footsteps slowly approaching the bed, and for quite a while, there was silence.
After some time had passed, the man turned and walked toward the bathroom.
Hearing the sound of running water, Qiao Ruoxin opened her eyes and saw that the bathroom door was closed with the light on inside.
Ten minutester, the man returned to the bed with a cool aura and wrapped his arms around her soft body from behind.
“Little Ghost, stop pretending, I know you’re not asleep.”
She hmphed and did not speak.
Mo Chen straightened her body andughed in spite of himself, “If you have something to say, just say it. What are you hmphing about? Need a kiss?”
The next second, he kissed her forcefully, no negotiating.
“Mmm… you jerk!”