Mo Wenhui's words enraged Xu Mo, and he stared sharply at the woman opposite him.

"Mo Wenhui, do you know what you're saying?"

"How did you end up like this?"

Xu Mo's expression completely enraged Mo Wenhui, her face twisted with resentment. "Look at me like this?"

"Ha, Xu Mo, you actually ask me how I ended up like this?"

There was a hint of amusement in his tone:

"How little do you care about me? How many years has it been since you've spoken to me face-to-face like this? As my husband, how many years has it been since I felt cared for? And you have the nerve to ask me why I've become like this?"

At this point, she reached out and placed her hand on her chest. "Touch your heart and think carefully. Where have I, your wife, received your attention? All you do is make money every day. Have you ever thought about whether your wife is safe and well at home, or whether she has eaten and slept well today?"

Xu Mo looked guilty after being told this, and Mo Wenhui continued:

"No, only Mo Yu cares about what I eat and whether I sleep well. What right do you have to kick her out? And what right do you have to bring your niece back?"

After saying that, Mo Wenhui didn't want to stay with Xu Mo any longer, so she turned around and walked towards the door.

She opened the door, and there stood her eldest son, his face as cold and uninteresting as ever. Mo Wenhui gave him a cold look and left.

Xu Mo slumped weakly into his office chair, while Xu Chaoci hesitated for a few seconds at the door.

He had just gone inside when he called out:

"Dad, you..."

"Your mother might be right. Over the years, I really haven't cared about her. I'm sorry to her."

Xu Mo rubbed his hair and spoke dejectedly.

Xu Chaoci remained silent. No matter how bad his mother was, she was still their mother.

He and Qingzhou never liked listening to her lectures, and they certainly didn't fulfill their duties as sons.

On the contrary, Mo Yu, though she might have felt there was something to gain, was the only one who stayed by her mother's side.

"Maybe we shouldn't bring my cousin back."

After a long while, Xu Chaoci's clear and cold voice rang out, indicating that it was the result of his thinking.

Xu Mo was stunned for a moment, then stared at Xu Chaoci in shock, "You..."

“I didn’t mean anything by it. If Nanzhi is willing, we can acknowledge her as our family. She doesn’t need to live in the Xu family’s house. Besides, she already has her own home in China.”

Upon hearing what Xu Chaoci said, Xu Mo felt that it was indeed feasible.

If we bring Nanzhi back, who knows what kind of trouble his wife will cause.

She's doing just fine living outside.

"But we still don't know if she's willing to acknowledge us."

Thinking about Nan Zhi's previous attitude towards Xu Chao Ci, Xu Mo felt somewhat worried.

Xu Chaoci thought for a moment, "Perhaps we can explain to her that what Mother meant before was not what we meant. I think she is a reasonable girl."

"However, we should avoid appearing in front of her for the time being. Let's wait until she calms down before we go."

Xu Mo nodded in agreement. In just over a month, Nan Zhi had clearly grown tired of the Xu family.

If we still go there rashly, she will probably become even more resistant.

They were even unwilling to listen to their explanations.

So this dragged on for six months.

The Xu family remained peaceful, and Mo Wenhui and Mo Yu would occasionally visit her at the manor.

Seeing that Xu Mo had not considered looking for Nan Zhi since that incident, Mo Wenhui decided not to cause any trouble.

Seeing Mo Yu approach, she greeted her with a smile:

"Yu'er, what brings you here?"

Mo Yu hugged Mo Wenhui, "Isn't it because you missed your aunt?"

Mo Wenhui felt a warmth in her heart, and patted her head, which made her feel much better.

"Auntie, you never come to see me."

Mo Yu acted coquettishly, and Mo Wenhui smiled with pursed lips:

"Is Yu'er blaming her aunt?"

"How could I blame my aunt? With Butler Li around, I'm doing quite well there. In the past six months, Butler Li has handled everything very well, and I don't need to worry about anything."

Speaking of Steward Li, Mo Wenhui did feel guilty towards him. In order to protect herself and Mo Yu, she had to let Steward Li take the blame. Otherwise, if he were to say it in front of the servants, she, as the lady of the house, would lose all face.

Fortunately, Butler Li did not blame her. Mo Wenhui spoke up:

"Butler Li is a good man. I haven't seen him in a long time. I'll make time to visit you sometime."

Upon hearing this, Mo Yu chuckled, "Then I'll have to wait patiently for Auntie."

......

Recently, Master Qianmu has been taking Nanzhi out.

I spend one or two days each week going out for a walk.

During this process, teaching is conducted in Nanzhi.

Sometimes discussions revolve around one person, and sometimes they focus on a single flower, speaking freely.

Nanzhi's mind was filled with more and more ideas, and her skills in design were becoming increasingly profound.

Master Qianmu sometimes looked at Nanzhi and found it incredible.

He prepared the course for two years, but Nanzhi has only studied for one year, and many courses were completed ahead of schedule.

Master Qianmu had no idea what to teach after Nanzhi finished her studies.

Nanzhi was completely unaware of the teacher's troubles; instead, she gleaned a great deal of insight from the details of daily life.

Whenever she has an inspiration or a new idea, she jots it down quickly.

I then wrote it down in my notebook so as not to forget that hard-won idea.

"Nanzhi, you're getting more and more adept at drawing inspiration from things."

Master Qianmu sighed, realizing that even he, as a teacher, probably couldn't match his disciple's many ideas.

Nan Zhi smiled modestly; she had lived twice and studied fashion design twice.

There are things in my mind that exist in another world but not here, so naturally I have a little more of them.

During the year she studied with Master Qianmu, she unexpectedly managed to merge elements from both her two lives.

The design drawings have become increasingly sophisticated, representing a significant improvement over the original owner and her past self.

In addition, Nanzhi also picked up the novels from the previous world again.

Sometimes when she has no ideas for design, she can write a book.

Nan Zhi completely treated writing books as a way to relax.

She based her creations on herself.

Of course, there will be slight changes.

Even Shen Xingmian was unaware that she was secretly writing their story.

Before she knew it, Nanzhi had written over 100,000 words, which she had been saving on her computer.

Nan Zhi thought she would wait until after she finished participating in the world competition before publishing her findings. She decided to tell Shen Xingmian after publishing them, to give him a surprise.

That day, Shen Xingmian returned and told Nanzhi some news.

The head of the Xu family wanted to see her, along with Shen Xingmian.

Nan Zhi was astonished. "Huh? I haven't seen Xu Qingzhou for half a year? They still won't let me go?"

The key question is, it's fine to see her, but why bring Shen Xingmian along?

Shen Xingmian patted her head and gave her a faint smile: