“Miss An…you don’t have to be so polite.” Mo Jingchen was a little unhappy with An Yiruo’s words, but he didn’t show it.

“Mr. Mo, we got married because of… that matter, and you gave me the corresponding reward. I’m really too embarrassed to ask you for anything more.”

An Yiruo's rational remarks were enough to infuriate Mo Jingchen to the point of internal injury.

But there's nothing we can do about it. She's not in love with you yet, so it's understandable that she's being rational towards you.

“Miss An, now that we are married, it is my duty as your husband to consider your needs. You don’t need to worry about it too much.”

On the contrary, if Miss An insists on refusing, then I will be unhappy, and I will... punish Miss An.” Mo Jingchen said the last sentence close to An Yiruo’s ear, his voice so soft that only the two of them could hear it.

"Mr. Mo, I'm doing this for your own good, I don't want you to work too hard." The implication is that I'm doing this for your own good, and you shouldn't be ungrateful.

"It would be my pleasure to serve Miss An. Let's go back; it's about time for dinner."

Mo Jingchen didn't give An Yiruo a chance to refute him and pulled her back to the main house.

He was also afraid that An Yiruo would say something shocking again, which would cause him liver pain.

"An'an, Jingchen, you've come back just in time, and the dishes have just been served."

Mo Jingchen pulled An Yiruo to sit down. At the dinner table, Mo Jingchen took good care of An Yiruo, picking up food for her from time to time, which made An Yiruo feel a little embarrassed.

“Mr. Mo, I can do it myself,” An Yiruo whispered to Mo Jingchen.

“Miss An, everyone is watching. Are you sure you want to spoil their fun?” Mo Jingchen said, slightly serious.

An Yiruo glanced at her grandmother, while her mother-in-law and father-in-law watched them with expressions of amusement. An Yiruo felt embarrassed to discourage them, afraid that they would realize that she and Mo Jingchen didn't actually have any feelings for each other.

Thinking of this, An Yiruo immediately lowered her head and said softly, "Then I'll have to trouble Mr. Mo."

"You're welcome." Mo Jingchen's lips curled up slightly where no one could see, but the curve was so subtle that it was hard for others to notice.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was very pleasant, and Mo Jingchen took great care of An Yiruo.

After dinner, the old lady of the Mo family, Gu Wanting, and Mo Zhiyuan all made excuses to go upstairs, in order to give the young couple some space.

"Mr. Mo, are we going to spend the night at the old house?"

"Okay, I'll stay here tonight and head back to the city tomorrow."

“Oh,” An Yiruo replied casually.

"Miss An, is there anything I can help you with?" Mo Jingchen asked, noticing that An Yiruo's answer seemed half-hearted, wondering if she had some other intentions.

"No, I'm just thinking about how to tell my mom that we've already registered our marriage."

"Your aunt has already agreed to our marriage today, so what is there for Miss An to worry about?"

“But the date on the marriage certificate… isn’t today. If my mom sees it, won’t we be exposed? And Mom wants me to arrange for both sets of parents to meet, sigh,” An Yiruo said with some distress.

"Miss An is worried about just this one thing? Don't worry, leave it to me." Mo Jingchen found it somewhat amusing to see An Yiruo troubled by such a small matter.

"Hmm? Does Mr. Mo have any good ideas?" Hearing Mo Jingchen's words, An Yiruo immediately perked up and asked curiously.

"Changing the date is nothing difficult."

"I never imagined Mr. Mo possessed such abilities."

“Miss An has much more to think about.” At this moment, Mo Jingchen was like a noble peacock, showing off his feathers.

"Pfft, Mr. Mo, you look so cute. Others probably wouldn't imagine that the president of the Mo Group has this side to him."

"As the ancients often said, only women and petty men are difficult to deal with, and it seems that this is indeed true. Now that you have helped Miss An solve her problem, how can you still make fun of me?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Mo, I really... couldn't help it."

Looking at An Yiruo's somewhat smug smile, Mo Jingchen said, "Miss An, since you have so much energy, why don't we go back to our room and do something more meaningful?"

Mo Jingchen didn't give An Yiruo a chance to refute, and carried her back to the bedroom with one hand.

"Mo Jingchen, put me down." An Yiruo was not comfortable being carried on Mo Jingchen's shoulder, so she patted Mo Jingchen's back with her hand, wanting him to put her down.

However, Mo Jingchen seemed not to hear him and continued to stride forward.

An Yiruo didn't want to make too much noise, for fear of disturbing her grandmother and in-laws.

She had no choice but to let Mo Jingchen carry her on his shoulders...

Upstairs, the old lady of the Mo family, who was secretly watching the young couple, couldn't help but put her hand to her forehead when she saw her grandson like this, unable to bear to look at him.

Then, observing through his fingers, he discovered that his grandson was still carrying his granddaughter-in-law and showed no intention of putting her down.

"Mo Jingchen, how could you treat a girl like this? You have no tenderness or pity for women at all. I don't know who you took after, but you must have taken after your father, my stupid son," the old lady of the Mo family said to herself as she sat by the window.

Meanwhile, Mo Zhiyuan was sitting in the room, sneezing repeatedly.

"Honey, what's wrong? Do you have a cold? Should we call a doctor to take a look?" Gu Wanting couldn't help but worry as she watched her husband sneeze repeatedly throughout the night.

"It's alright, it'll be fine in a bit. It's not that delicate, that you need to see a doctor after just a few sneezes," Mo Zhiyuan said, sitting by the window.

"When are you going to get rid of this fear of seeing doctors?" Gu Wanting rolled her eyes at him and said.

“I see through it but I won’t say it out loud. You know, I’m not afraid of anything, except seeing doctors in white coats. My legs start trembling whenever I see a doctor,” Mo Zhiyuan said, leaning closer to Gu Wanting.

"I remember when I gave birth to Jingchen, I was working hard in the delivery room and you fainted outside. When I came out of the delivery room and heard that you had fainted, I was really shocked. But later the nurse said that you fainted because you were too frightened, and I felt both annoyed and amused."

“Wife, so many years have passed, and Jingchen has now settled down and started his own family. Please don’t reopen old wounds. He has his pride too,” Mo Zhiyuan said, somewhat embarrassed.

"If you want to save face, don't faint!" Gu Wanting continued to provoke Mo Zhiyuan.

"Honey, everyone has weaknesses. You must be tired after a long day. I'll prepare some water for you to wash your feet. Please wait a moment and I'll be right back."