"Mo Jingchen is still Mo Jingchen, with the same eccentric temper as always. Only my sister-in-law can put up with him!"

Lu Ze then tossed his phone aside and continued to concentrate on drawing.

In the study, Mo Jingchen did not immediately return to the bedroom. Instead, he sat in his executive chair, the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose making him look both noble and mysterious.

He sat there, supporting his forehead with one hand, his brows slightly furrowed, thinking that if his An'an really had such talent... would it be a waste of talent for Lu Ze?

He should find another teacher for An'an...

So I picked up my phone and made another call...

After hanging up the phone, Mo Jingchen's expression relaxed a bit. He got up and went back to his bedroom.

He watched as his young wife continued to sit there, studying diligently.

There were a few crumpled pieces of paper next to the sofa. Mo Jingchen walked over, picked them up one by one, opened them and looked at them. They were all An Yiruo's copying drawings.

The copies on the drawing paper are all exquisite, showing that the artist has a solid foundation. There are only a few minor flaws.

An Yiruo may have been striving for perfection, which is why she kept refining her work, and the versions she copied never met her satisfaction.

"Chen, are you done with your work?"

An Yiruo looked up and her eyes inadvertently glanced in Mo Jingchen's direction, where she saw him standing in front of her.

"Okay, all done. Let me take a look at our family's rising star in the jewelry industry."

Mo Jingchen sat down and put his arms around An Yiruo.

"Stop fooling around, what future star? Stop teasing me," An Yiruo said, tucking her hair behind her ear and smiling gently.

"Be confident. Lu Ze was just praising you." Mo Jingchen rested his head on An Yiruo's neck and gently nuzzled her.

"Huh? Were you on the phone just now?"

An Yiruo turned slightly to the side, somewhat curious about how her master would evaluate her.

"Yes, Lu Ze said you are very talented. He thinks highly of you."

"Really? I thought he was only saying that because of you tonight."

This was the news that An Yiruo heard tonight, news that made her happy.

"Of course, it's because my An'an is good enough."

"If you keep praising me like that, I'll get carried away!"

"Alright. Let's not talk about that anymore. My An'an, when are you planning to pamper your darling husband tonight?"

An Yiruo didn't want to refuse, but she also didn't want to put down the documents in her hand, so she hesitated for a moment.

"You," Mo Jingchen affectionately stroked An Yiruo's neck, then released his arms from around her.

"Would you like some fruit?"

After Mo Jingchen got up, he looked at An Yiruo on the sofa and asked her a question.

"Okay. I want to eat strawberries."

"good."

Mo Jingchen came to the kitchen and searched for a while, but he couldn't find any strawberries, only a few oranges.

Uncle Wang heard a noise in the kitchen and came to check, only to find his young master ransacking the place.

"Young master, do you need any help?"

"Uncle Wang, don't you have any strawberries at home?"

"We didn't buy any strawberries today. If the young master would like some, I'll have them delivered tomorrow."

"Tomorrow... never mind. I'm going out for a bit. Uncle Wang, you should go back and rest."

Uncle Wang nodded and left the kitchen. Mo Jingchen casually grabbed a down jacket and put it on. He was still wearing pajamas underneath the long down jacket.

After Mo Jingchen went downstairs, he went to the supermarket near his home. Fortunately, the supermarket was still open.

Fortunately, there was one last box of strawberries left on the supermarket's fruit shelf.

Mo Jingchen looked at the box of strawberries, a smile playing on his lips, and picked it up, putting it into his shopping cart.

I also bought a watermelon and some grapes on a whim.

Passing by the refrigerated goods counter, I bought a carton of milk before paying.

"Sir, do you have a membership card?" The cashier asked, her voice trembling as she looked at Mo Jingchen's appearance.

"No."

Mo Jingchen paid the bill without glancing at the cashier once, then picked up the bag and left.

"Oh, it's a pity he didn't even glance at me. But he's really handsome," the cashier swooned after Mo Jingchen left.

"Stop dreaming. Get to work!" The team leader's words were like a bucket of cold water poured over the waiter's head, sending a chill down his spine.

"Understood, team leader!"

Mo Jingchen reappeared in the master bedroom of Xinghai Bay an hour later.

She came over carrying a fruit platter and a glass of milk.

"Mr. Mo, why is it taking so long to get a strawberry?" An Yiruo looked at him suspiciously.

"Because I went to the supermarket and just got back," Mo Jingchen said, taking a washed strawberry and feeding it to An Yiruo.

"You went out?" An Yiruo looked at him in shock.

Unexpectedly, he actually went out of his way just because of a strawberry.

It would be a lie to say she wasn't moved; her big eyes welled up with tears as she looked at Mo Jingchen.

"What, you're so easily moved?"

Mo Jingchen reached out and pinched An Yiruo's cheek, his eyes filled with undisguised love.

"Mmm." An Yiruo nodded, her cheeks being pinched, making her look like a little hamster.

"Then you'll be crying all the time, silly boy."

Mo Jingchen gently rubbed An Yiruo's rosy cheeks again.

He then took a piece of watermelon and fed it to An Yiruo.

"The watermelon is so sweet."

"Try this?" Mo Jingchen peeled another grape and fed it to An Yiruo.

"Mmm, this is sweet too."

After taking a few bites, An Yiruo looked at the person next to her and asked, "Don't you want to try some?"

Mo Jingchen smiled and shook his head.

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