At this moment, a doting voice came: "Momo, why are you here? It's so hard for me to find you."

Immediately afterwards, Si Ze, with a gleam in his eyes and a smile on his face, ran towards her from outside with an exquisite gift box in his hand.

At this moment, he was like a ray of light in the abyss of doomsday, illuminating her and pulling Yan Mo back from his madness.

She restrained her facial expression, reached out her hand to wipe the tears from her cheeks, and forced a smile on her lips, pretending to be happy:

"Si Ze, you're looking for me? Is there something wrong?"

Si Ze stopped quickly, picked up the box in his hand and shook it in front of her.

"What is that?" Yan Mo was puzzled.

"Open it and take a look." Si Ze did not answer, but nodded to signal Yan Mo to open it himself.

Yan Mo took two steps forward and slowly stretched out his hand to open the rectangular box layer by layer. Inside was a scroll, which looked like a painting.

"This is?"

"You don't know what to give grandpa for his birthday! Here." Si Ze stretched out his right hand, took out the scroll and opened it.

This is a colorful painting, which consists of a large red palace cage, a vase of peonies and fresh persimmons. Although Yan Mo does not understand flowers, he can still feel that the composition of this painting is exquisite and it must be a masterpiece.

"This is a painting by grandpa's favorite painter. When you celebrate his birthday tomorrow, give it to him. I'm sure he will like it." Si Ze said.

"Why are you sending it to me? Why don't you send it to yourself?" Yan Mo asked hoarsely.

It was obvious that this painting was not a modern work. The rough, yellowed paper and the somewhat evaporated ink made Yan Mo conclude that it must be very old. It would be more meaningful for him to give such a precious thing as a gift himself.

Si Ze carefully rolled up the scroll and put it back into the box, saying with a smile, "Husband and wife are one. It doesn't matter whether you or I give it to you."

Hearing this, the tears in Yan Mo's eyes suddenly flowed out. Why was he so nice to her? She knew that he wanted the old man to like her more and to gain face for her in front of the elders. He considered her in everything, but he didn't know that she was not worthy of his treatment at all.

When Si Ze put the painting away and placed it in her arms, he found that she was already in tears.

Si Ze was startled and frantically wiped her tears with his sleeve: "Silly girl, why are you crying for no reason?"

Yan Mo suddenly threw himself into his arms, hugged him tightly, choked with sobs, and could only keep calling his name: "Si Ze, Si Ze..."

"Little girl, it's okay, it's just a painting! Don't be so sad, don't cry..." Si Ze was frightened. He thought that she was moved by the painting, and he kept stroking her back with his hands to comfort her.

That's not the case, Yan Mo shook her head frantically. She wanted to tell him that it was not because of this matter, but because of the child. However, she opened her mouth but couldn't say anything.

Yes! He didn't know she had a child, so did he know she was the woman who was defiled by the Third Young Master Shu? Yan Mo guessed that he must not know, otherwise there would be no man who wouldn't care, not to mention that he was a man, even a woman like her would care.

Yes! She minded, at this moment, she immediately opened and closed her mouth, she was afraid to tell him.

What would happen if he found out? Would he abandon her? Divorce her or abort the child? Or something else? She didn't dare to think about it.

But, if he didn't tell her, would she not know? Impossible. Her sister-in-law knew everything, and her mother-in-law knew too. Although she knew her mother-in-law had just denied it, did she really not believe it at all? Yan Mo didn't believe it. At least she felt that her mother-in-law would investigate secretly.

What should she do now? Should she let this happen to her and silently endure the pain of separation from Si Ze? Yan Mo was in trouble.

"Wife." Si Ze said tentatively, pulling her out of her messy thoughts.

Yan Mo hummed, slowly stepped out of his arms, and gave Si Ze a forced smile: "I'm fine." Then, she handed the painting to Si Ze: "You said that husband and wife are one, so it's the same if you give it to me."

She smiled mysteriously: "Besides, I have prepared a gift for Grandpa."

Si Ze refused to accept it. The old man had invited people from the entire Mo City and half of Kyoto's upper class to a banquet tomorrow. As a granddaughter-in-law, the gifts she gave had to be presentable. Although he did not mean to look down on the Yan family, a person's growing environment represents a person's cognition. His family was not as particular about family background and the distinction between rich and poor as other families. When it came to such a large social banquet, the middle class and the upper class were still clear at a glance and easy to distinguish. He did not care, but he did not want her to be laughed at.

In the end, he did not hide his thoughts and told Yan Mo the truth.

Yan Mo understood Xiao Xiao and patted Si Ze on the shoulder: "I can understand that you are thinking about me, but I think that the gifts that you prepare for your elders with all your heart and sincerity are the most meaningful. I don't care whether others laugh or mock you."

Hearing this, Si Ze felt relieved: "Wife, I am narrow-minded." He just wanted to save face for her, but didn't think about her feelings. In fact, she was right. As long as the old man likes it, who cares what others think.

"Okay, then I'll listen to my wife." Si Ze had no objection.

"Thank you, Si Ze." Yan Mo was touched.

Everyone makes mistakes in their life and has subjective consciousness, but Si Ze, for her sake, you can draw inferences from her words and analyze them, so as to respect her ideas and not force her to do anything. This actually touches her more than just saying "I love you". It is not easy to meet such a man. How can she bear to give up and make him sad?

Yes, she can't give up.

Yan Mo looked at Si Ze, determination flashing in her eyes. From the beginning to the end, from the moment she heard about this matter until now, she had only heard what others said. She still didn't know the truth. She couldn't grieve here alone now. She had to find evidence to confirm the cause and development of this matter before making a decision.

If this is really the worst possible outcome, a fierce look flashed in Yan Mo's eyes, then she will make that Third Young Master Shu pay the price.

“Mo Mo…?” Si Ze stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Yan Mo. After calling her several times, she came back to her senses.

Yan Mo blinked: "What's wrong?"

Si Ze looked at Yan Mo strangely. Her changeable and complicated look just now was so strange.

However, he still didn't ask. She would naturally tell him what she wanted to tell him. He didn't like to force people, especially her.

He silently took her hand and walked into the house.

"By the way, what is the gift you just mentioned?" Si Ze asked casually.

"I won't tell you." Yan Mo insisted on keeping the secret.