?Chapter 290: Chapter 290: How far along is the wedding preparation?   Chapter 290: Chapter 290: How far along is the wedding preparation?                                   In the restaurant.


    Mrs. Mo had already been waiting.


    Mo Chen and Qiao Ruoxin entered the restaurant and looked up, immediately showing smiles.


    He sat down beside his mother and called out in a deep voice, “Mom.”


    Qiao Ruoxin sat beside Mo Chen and politely called out, “Mrs. Mo.”


    “Mm.”


    Mrs. Mo responded, then served a small bowl of soup in front of Mo Chen, “Drink this, I added caterpir fungus to it to fight fatigue. I heard from Xiaowu that you’ve been very tired recently.”


    He smiled faintly, “It’s fine.”


    Qiao Ruoxin looked at Mrs. Mo, who only had eyes for her own son.


    She couldn’t help but sigh softly to herself; this is what a real mother is like…


    Mo Chen nced at her and frowned slightly, “Why, do you want to drink it too? Here, you have it.”


    The man handed over the small bowl of soup to Qiao Ruoxin.


    Qiao Ruoxin’s eyes widened instantly. If she dared to ept this bowl of soup, Mrs. Mo would probably hate her to death!


    “No need, no need, I can get it myself.”


    She signaled to Mo Chen with frantic gestures.


    Mo Chen watched her pulling faces,ughed out loud, then continued drinking his soup on his own.


    Mrs. Mo, eating elegantly, suddenly asked, “How far along are the wedding preparations? If you’re going to send out invitations, leave that to me; they need to be sent at least a month in advance. Many people are overseas and need to arrange travel.”


    Qiao Ruoxin quietly lowered her head to eat, not wanting or daring to butt into this matter.


    Mo Chen put down the porcin bowl in his hand and said in a deep voice, “We haven’t reached that step.”


    After finishing the meal, Qiao Ruoxin slowly stood up, “Mrs. Mo, I’m full, I would like to take a walk outside; please enjoy your meal.”


    Mo Chen looked up at her, “Take your phone.”


    “Okay.”


    She smiled faintly and turned to leave.


    In fact, she was giving the mother and son space to talk. Mrs. Mo must have something she wanted to say to Mo Chen.


    After Qiao Ruoxin left.


    Mrs. Mo picked up a bowl of soup and slowly sipped it, saying, “I’ve heard that the Lu Family is nning to return to develop in their home country.”


    He raised his eyes, frowning, “Which Lu Family?”


    Mrs. Mo spoke casually, “The Lu Family that had the arranged marriage with you.”


    Instantly, Mo Chen’s handsome face turned cold, and a trace of hostility even emerged, “What does that have to do with me?”


    “Nothing, just giving you a heads up. If the Lu Family returns to the country and forgets about the arranged marriage, that’s fine, but if the Lu Family brings it up, you should be mentally prepared.”


    Mo Chen sneered disdainfully and let out a sound of contemptuousughter, “I’ve said it long ago, I take no responsibility.”


    Mrs. Moughed a little and said no more.


    …


    Qiao Ruoxin was walking alone in the Mo Family’s estate.


    What should she do now?


    Simon was bound to take some action before leaving.


    What could she do to make Simon willingly take his mother back to the United States?


    Suddenly!


    The man’srge hand grasped her shoulder, startling her. She turned around sharply to meet Mo Chen’s deep, well-like eyes.


    “Why do you always sneak up and scare me like this?”


    Mo Chen sneered, walked to her side, wrapped an arm around her slender waist, and said in a deep voice, “You’re the one who’s distracted.”


    She huffed and turned her head away.


    “Little Ghost, what are you thinking about?”


    She turned her head, a sly glint passing through her eyes, then opened her arms and hugged the man’s tall frame, “I was just thinking… being Mrs. Mo must be pretty tough.”


    The corners of the man’s mouth curled into a smile; he tightened his grip on her slender waist and deliberately lowered his voice, his tone so suggestive, “At most, it’ll just be a bit tiring in bed. Just bear with it, hmm?”


    “…”


    Qiao Ruoxin put on an insincere, fake smile, then her little hand viciously pinched the man’s waist.


    But those were rock-hard abs; there was nothing to pinch…


    “Little Ghost, are you plotting to murder your own husband?”


    She huffed softly and turned away, “Let’s go home, I’m tired, I want to go to sleep.”


    Mo Chen’s long legs covered the distance in a few steps, and he scooped her up in his arms.


    She instinctively wrapped her arms around the man’s neck, revealing a smile, “Mo Chen, brother, being held by you, I don’t even feel like walking anymore.”


    The man simply chuckled, “Might as well break your legs, you won’t be needing them anymore.”


    “Why are you always so harsh with me? If you break my legs, I won’t be able to help you in the kitchen anymore.”


    “Good point.”


    …


    When they returned to the Jiang Mansion No. 1, it was already past eleven at night.


    After taking a shower, Mo Chen was dressed in a ck robe, sitting alone on the sofa on the terrace, wearing headphones.


    ying through the headphones was that song “His Obsession.”


    The first time he’d heard it, he thought that Little Ghost had written the song to mock him. After listening to it a few more times, he realized the lyrics were actually infused with love.


    A little whileter, Qiao Ruoxin also finished showering and had put on a strappy nightgown.


    She came out to the terrace, saw Mo Chen wearing headphones, eyes closed as if he were resting.


    But there was clearly an expression of enjoyment on that handsome face, enjoyment???


    Qiao Ruoxin walked over, snatched the headphones from the man’s head, and put them on herself to listen, and her lips couldn’t help but curve upward.


    Mo Chen opened his dark eyes and turned his head to look at her small face, pulling her into his arms.


    She took off the headphones and sat in the man’s embrace, “Mo Chen, brother, is this song nice to listen to?”


    The man slightly raised an eyebrow, his tone sounding very reluctant, “It’s passable.”


    “Passable? I almost exhausted all my brain cells, and you say it’s passable?”


    Mo Chen let out a low chuckle, his long fingers lightly grazed her nose, and with an indulgent voice he scolded, “Fool.”


    “You’re scolding me again! One of these days I’ll be as stupid as you say!”


    The smile deepened at the corners of the man’s mouth, as he touched her chin, “That would be cuter.”


    Cuter?


    So in Mo Chen’s eyes, was she just a silly, cute dunce?


    Qiao Ruoxin narrowed her beautiful eyes, proud and haughty like a ragdoll cat, “Mo Chen, brother, do you think I’m like a dunce?”


    “What do you mean ‘like a dunce’?”


    She revealed a happy smile, only for the man to bluntly say, “You are a dunce.”


    Qiao Ruoxin’s smile froze on her face, as she quietly stared at the handsome face before her.


    Mo Chen furrowed his brows slightly, beginning to reminisce about her childhood, and slowly spoke in a deep voice, “Since you were 12, I’ve seen every midterm and final exam score of yours, every year. Your math has never made the grade.”


    “…”


    Qiao Ruoxin instantly exploded.


    Shocked, her small face was written all over, her eyes widened, “You… you’re such a creep, spying on my test scores? And every year? What kind of hobby is that?”


    The man smiled without a word.


    A look of indulgence mixed into the smile on that handsome face.


    So, to him, this Little Ghost was more like a project in progress.


    Let someone else have Qiao Ruoxin? Impossible!


    “When I first met you at 14, you already knew a lot about me, right?”