The Peasant Girl’s Splendid Manor

Looking at Du Shi in pain and confusion, Mo Qingze sighed. He couldn't explain how he felt about this woman. If a young couple said they were not attracted by each other, they would be lying. Later, he also hated her when she eloped with someone. After hating him, he began to reflect again, and found out that what led to this He had an unshirkable responsibility for everything, and his hatred for Du Shi gradually faded away...

However, the moment she unhesitatingly fabricated Yan'er as Chen Ji's daughter in order to save Chen Ji, he no longer had any hope in this woman. He would not let his children be harmed, and he would never let them recognize such a mother.

Seeing that her father was only angry with Du Shi and had no intention of nostalgia, Mo Yan breathed a sigh of relief. The gloomy mood caused by Du Shi finally got better. She stopped looking at Du Shi and said to her father: "Dad, there are still some things at home. Guest, let’s go home!”

Mo Qingze had this intention. He took a deep look at Du Shi. He wanted to say something but felt it was unnecessary. In the end, he turned around and walked away with Mo Yan without saying a word.

Mrs. Du watched helplessly as the Mo family's father and daughter turned the corner and disappeared from sight. The next moment, the sound of closing the door sounded, but she no longer had the courage to step forward and knock on the door that blocked everyone.

The snow fell heavier and heavier, gradually covering the two shallow lines of footprints, one large and one small, until no trace could be seen anymore.

Du stood there without moving for a long time. Dense snowflakes fell on her head and shoulders, and gradually melted into water due to her body temperature, soaking her thin clothes.

After confirming that the Mo family's father and daughter would not appear again, the figure that had been hidden on the other side of the courtyard wall for a long time appeared behind Du Shi. He raised his hand and made a strange gesture towards the void, then hid his figure and disappeared, leaving only two footprints that were not covered by snow.

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The Mo family's father and daughter returned to the dining room and continued to accompany their guests with smiles on their faces, making it impossible to tell what they had experienced just a moment ago.

Liu Tinglan sat next to Mo Yan and asked in a low voice: "Yan Yan, you have been out for so long, but what happened?"

Mo Yan gave Liu Tinglan a piece of her favorite dish and said calmly: "It's okay, it's been solved."

"Well, it's fine." Liu Tinglan didn't ask further, and used serving chopsticks to give Mo Yan a piece of her favorite food: "By the way, you didn't see Mr. Xiao when you came back? He went out not long after you went out. He’s not back yet!”

Mo Yan was stunned and turned to look at the seat where Xiao Ruiyuan was sitting, and saw that the chair was empty! Just as she was waiting for her to ask, a majestic figure appeared at the door carrying a gloomy cold air. Who was Xiao Ruiyuan who went out first?

As soon as Mo Yan raised her head, she met Xiao Ruiyuan's deep eyes, and easily saw the distress in his eyes. For a moment, she understood everything.

Suddenly Mo Yan looked over, Xiao Ruiyuan was caught off guard and subconsciously looked away, feeling guilty for the first time in his life.

Yan'er certainly didn't want the fourth person to know what happened outside the yard. How should he explain it to Yan'er?

Mo Yan could guess what Xiao Ruiyuan was thinking as soon as he saw his expression, which was a little sad and a little funny. Although he was a little surprised to hear it, he probably didn't mean it. If she doubts her parentage and feels contempt for her, then she is blind and has seen the wrong person.

Seeing that there was no displeasure on Mo Yan's face, Xiao Ruiyuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then sat back on his seat with a normal expression. He turned a blind eye to Chu Heng's probing eyes and directly picked up many of Chu Heng's favorite dishes with serving chopsticks. After a while, a bowl full was piled up.