"Oh right, I almost forgot, the person sitting in front of me is the president of the Mo Group. Getting a private room is just a matter of asking him."

"Thanks to Mr. Mo, I'm able to enjoy such a large private room today," An Yiruo said belatedly.

"Then Miss An, you should enjoy yourself and eat more," Mo Jingchen said, handing the menu to An Yiruo.

"Then I won't stand on ceremony. Mr. Mo's wallet is going to suffer today."

Mo Jingchen smiled at An Yiruo but didn't say anything.

His young wife probably doesn't know how much wealth her husband actually has; a hotpot meal won't be enough to hurt his wallet.

"Mr. Mo, can you eat spicy food?"

Mo Jingchen shook his head, indicating that he would not eat.

Mo Jingchen's diet has always been very regular and health-conscious; he rarely eats spicy or stimulating foods.

He felt that his workload was already very heavy, and if he ruined his health, he would no longer have the capital to earn money.

"Mr. Mo doesn't eat spicy food? Tsk tsk tsk, how much fun must he miss out on?"

"Spicy food is bad for your stomach, Miss An should eat less of it."

"Although I know it's not good, I still can't resist eating it. Mr. Mo, let's order a hot pot with two broths today."

Looking at the menu without looking up, An Yiruo asked, "Mr. Mo, is there anything you'd like to eat?"

"Just order according to Miss An's taste," Mo Jingchen said, looking at An Yiruo with gentle eyes from where she couldn't see him.

“In that case, I won’t stand on ceremony.” An Yiruo quickly marked the dishes she wanted to eat on the menu, and handed them to Mo Jingchen after making her selections.

That's all?

"Okay, that's all."

"Is there enough to eat? Don't try to save me money."

"There are two of us, and it's more than enough," An Yiruo said confidently, recalling the order she had placed.

After handing the menu to the waiter, Mo Jingchen and the other person sat in the private room waiting for the food to be served.

"Mr. Mo, I have something to tell you. My roommate's boyfriend said he'd like to treat everyone to dinner next weekend to formally introduce himself."

“It’s Miss An’s freedom to choose who she meets with; she doesn’t need to report to me,” Mo Jingchen replied, picking up his water glass and taking a sip.

"Okay, I understand."

"However... when does Miss An plan to formally introduce me?"

“Mr. Mo, I’m afraid your appearance will frighten them,” An Yiruo said, her words carrying a hint of refusal.

"Miss An's roommates need to improve their mental resilience. But I believe that one day Miss An will formally introduce me to them."

Mo Jingchen said this with a confident expression.

"That day will come," An Yiruo said earnestly after reflecting on recent events.

Hearing An Yiruo say this, Mo Jingchen was extremely happy, but on the surface he remained calm and said, "Miss An, you must keep your word and not go back on your word."

Before An Yiruo could answer, she heard a knock on the door.

"Sir, Madam, the food is served," a waiter said, carrying a large platter of dishes into the room.

Behind them was another person carrying the bottom of the pot. After the two of them finished arranging the pot and the dishes, they said, "I hope you two enjoy your meal."

"Mr. Mo, let's eat." An Yiruo looked at the dishes on the table, along with the bubbling hot pot of spicy oil, and her mouth watered.

"good."

Although Mo Jingchen didn't get to hear An Yiruo say that she wouldn't go back on her word, he was already very satisfied at that moment.

At least, An Yiruo won't reject him like she used to.

"Mr. Mo, would you like to try the spicy hot pot? It's delicious."

An Yiruo was sweating slightly from the spiciness, but she enjoyed the meal very much.

Seeing An Yiruo's enthusiastic recommendation, Mo Jingchen couldn't bear to refuse her any longer, so he nodded in agreement.

Mo Jingchen reluctantly picked up a piece of baby bok choy from An Yiruo's pot full of chili peppers.

Looking at the dish soaked in chili oil, Mo Jingchen gasped and stuffed it into his mouth.

After taking that bite, Mo Jingchen could no longer remain as calm and composed as before. He was so spicy that he kept coughing and drinking water.

"Haha, Mr. Mo... you really can't eat spicy food at all."

Mo Jingchen frowned slightly in response to An Yiruo's mockery.

"Mr. Mo, have a bite of ice cream. Eating something cold can relieve the spiciness."

"Are you sure, Miss An?" Mo Jingchen asked An Yiruo with some skepticism.

“I’m sure, Mr. Mo, please eat quickly,” An Yiruo handed the ice cream to Mo Jingchen, gesturing for him to take a bite.

Mo Jingchen took a small scoop of ice cream and put it in his mouth. The cool ice cream enveloped his mouth, which did alleviate the spiciness.

He ate a few more bites, and only after he had eaten more than half of the entire serving of ice cream did Mo Jingchen return to normal.

"Mr. Mo, would you like to try again? Haha."

Mo Jingchen shook his head: "No."

"But Mr. Mo, the baby bok choy you just picked up was the spiciest dish in the whole hot pot. I applaud your courage, Mr. Mo," An Yiruo said, suppressing a laugh.

"Fine, Miss An knew all along but didn't tell me," Mo Jingchen said, somewhat angrily.

“I never expected Mr. Mo to be so bad at eating spicy food,” An Yiruo said, suppressing a laugh.

"Miss An, please control your emotions." No one had ever dared to laugh at him like that before, from childhood to adulthood.

"Um... I'll try... I'll try my best to control it," An Yiruo coughed, sat up straight, and said in a serious tone.

"Miss An, you'd better not say anything and just eat," Mo Jingchen said, wanting to roll his eyes at An Yiruo.

The atmosphere during their meal was fairly harmonious, and their relationship had warmed up somewhat from the initial coldness.

After the meal, the two did not drive back to Xinghai Bay immediately, but instead chose to take a walk in the nearby square.

The two walked along the lake, and from behind, they even looked like a young couple.

“Miss An, I have found the best doctors in the country to perform heart surgery on your mother. We can arrange for her to be admitted to the hospital for examination at a suitable time.”

An Yiruo was surprised by Mo Jingchen's efficiency, and her heart was stirred once again.

Although this matter was just a trivial matter for Mo Jingchen, it was a huge deal for An Yiruo, more important than her own life.

Although she and Mo Jingchen had a whirlwind marriage, Mo Jingchen showed no sign of neglecting her, and he gradually fulfilled his promises.

Is this what it feels like to be remembered? An Yiruo had never had a boyfriend before, so she was completely bewildered by this change in her mind.

"Thank you, Mr. Mo." Despite the myriad emotions swirling within her, An Yiruo could only manage a simple thank you.

An Yiruo understood that this "thank you" carried little weight, but it was all she could do right now.