Chapter 239 Resigned to Fate

Mo Ziyuan sat there and looked at the table. There wasn't a single cup of tea on it. Just as he was thinking this, the girl brought him some tea.

She brewed it herself; it was a bit strong, and the tea leaves weren't completely filtered out, but Mo Ziyuan liked it very much.

Lin Yi'an looked at the girl with disappointment and frustration.

They haven't even given us a taste of our power yet, why offer us tea?

Facing Lin Yi'an's fixed gaze, Mo Ziyuan was not in a hurry at all. He just sat there smiling, waiting for Lin Yi'an to speak.

Lin Yi'an waited for a while, but when he didn't speak, Lin Yi'an couldn't stand it anymore.

"Mo Ziyuan, are you sick? Didn't you come to propose marriage? Why aren't you saying anything?"

Mo Ziyuan sat up straight and looked at him immediately after hearing him speak.

"Yi'an, I thought I'd make a good impression on you since I just arrived, and ease the tension a bit."

Lin Yi'an was speechless for a moment. He still had an impression of him? He hadn't had a good impression of him for a long time.

Zhao Ming stood to the side and handed over the thick stack of documents and contracts that the young master had originally given him.

"Yi'an, these are all gifts sent to your house as a token of our meeting. This is my sincere intention to marry Yi Luo, and it is the bride price. I hope you can agree."

Lin Yi'an still looked at him with an unhappy expression, while the little girl next to him was the happiest, sitting there craning her neck to look.

The man took it with extreme displeasure, examined it in his hand, and his brows furrowed more and more as he looked at it.

Shi Jingsheng observed Lin Yi'an's expression from the side. Why was he frowning so much? Shi Jingsheng's heart clenched with anxiety. He silently told his brother in his heart that this was a big deal and the big picture should be taken into consideration.

Lin Yi'an flipped to the end and looked up at his younger sister beside him. Lin Yiluo was craning her neck, curiously looking this way, her big eyes sparkling, but she didn't understand anything about the paper, only looking completely bewildered. When their eyes met, the purity in the little girl's eyes almost overflowed, her clear eyes staring straight at him, full of innocence.

Shi Jingsheng thought something was wrong and quickly took the thick document from Lin Yi'an's hand.

As he held the dowry in his hands, something felt increasingly off. He looked at Mo Ziyuan with some surprise. This wasn't a dowry; it was clearly selling himself to Lin Yi'an.

This thick document contains records of all of Mo Ziyuan's assets, including real estate, companies, and more, all clearly marked.

After their marriage, Mo Ziyuan will give all his property to Lin Yiluo, and he will manage it together with her. If Mo Ziyuan violates any principles or treats Lin Yiluo badly, he will leave with nothing. It is also stipulated that if anything happens to Mo Ziyuan, his estate will be inherited by Lin Yiluo and managed by Lin Yi'an.

Flipping to the bottom, one finds the contract and marriage agreement. Shi Jingsheng tossed them onto the table and cast an admiring glance at Mo Ziyuan. He was indeed his brother.

“These are all my assets except for my shares in the Mo family. Yi’an, you’ve seen it yourself. This is my sincerity. As for all my shares in the Mo family, I will transfer them all to Yi Luo once I have them. So, Yi’an, what do you think?”

Lin Yi'an was furious. He hated that Mo Ziyuan was so serious, that he had made him take out so much money. It really did prove his precious little sister right. This way, their family would be even richer. He felt that they would not only be rich, but practically become the richest family.

"Let me think about it."

Mo Ziyuan didn't urge him, but Shi Jingsheng was anxious. Lin Yi'an had to accept this incredible wealth. It was fine for so much property to circulate within their own family, but they absolutely couldn't let it go to someone else. He tried to brainwash Lin Yi'an.

"Yi'an, you can see it now, right? Ziyuan is serious. What do you think? To be fair, I think Ziyuan is more than enough to be your brother-in-law. Don't you think you can find someone as good as Ziyuan, someone we know so well..."

Lin Yi'an suddenly remembered the contents of the contract, which did not allow divorce. How could this be? What if his sister fell in love with someone else? What if his sister was so young and wanted to experience other men? She was about to turn around and ask her sister for her opinion when she saw her sister hunched over the table writing something.

"Lin Yiluo!" he shouted in a deep voice.

The little girl was startled by the sudden noise, and looked up abruptly, her eyes filled with confusion. Lin Yi'an snatched the item from her hand, and when he saw the handwriting on it, he almost choked on his breath, freezing on the spot. Her name was already signed on the paper.

It's all his fault, all his fault. He was so focused on his thoughts that he didn't pay attention to his younger sister. Mo Ziyuan secretly raised the corners of his mouth. He had already seen it, and not only that, he also gave the little girl an encouraging look.

Lin Yi'an hurriedly denied it while holding the object.

“That doesn’t count, Ziyuan, that doesn’t count.”

Mo Ziyuan simply looked at Lin Yi'an with a gentle smile.

“Yi’an, why don’t you ask Yi Luo for her opinion? I will take her seriously. You know me, I never say anything I don’t intend to do.”

Lin Yi'an looked at Lin Yiluo.

"Tell your brother, do you like Mo Ziyuan? Will you like him for the rest of your life? Do you want to be with him?"

Lin Yilu raised her clear eyes and nodded without hesitation, her tone carrying a hint of stubborn seriousness.

"Brother, I like Brother Ziyuan, I really, really like him."

After hearing her words, Lin Yi'an seemed to resign himself to his fate, and he helplessly clutched the contract in his hand.

"Mo Ziyuan, I have one condition: I want to live with you."

Mo Ziyuan simply smiled.

“Brother Yi’an, have you forgotten? We’ve been living together for a long time.”

Yeah, damn it! If I hadn't insisted on living with him, none of this would have happened. How could my sister and him be together? No, no, he shouldn't have let me pick up my sister in the first place. My beautiful sister ended up on his pirate ship the moment I picked her up. I really hate him.

At this moment, Shi Jingsheng appeared between the two of them, her eyes sparkling: "I also want to live with Ziyuan!"

"No way!" Lin Yi'an refused without even thinking.

Shi Jingsheng looked bewildered and aggrieved: "Why? I'm a hero in this matter, so why can't I stay here?"

“Men and women are different. Yi Luo is a girl, so it’s inconvenient for her,” Lin Yi’an said in a tone that left no room for argument.

"But I really want to live with you..." Shi Jingsheng persisted.

Lin Yi'an frowned and waved his hand impatiently: "You can stay here if you want, but you can stay on the third floor." With just a few words, he settled on Shi Jingsheng's accommodation.

While the two were talking, Mo Ziyuan was holding the little girl's hand and kissing her.

"Baby, I've tidied up your room again, and it looks so nice now. The sofa bed is the most comfortable and softest, the rug on the floor is the thickest, and I've had someone protect the edges and corners of the table and sink. We can go to many places to play now."

Perhaps because she had spent so much time with Mo Ziyuan, Lin Yiluo actually understood what he meant by those words.

Why are you always thinking about these things?

The man, with his back to Lin Yi'an, kissed the girl's lips, the two of them sticking together.

"What's wrong, baby? Aren't we both happy? I've been paying close attention to you."

"Don't talk nonsense."

Mo Ziyuan's smile deepened, and he was about to move closer when a cold voice suddenly broke in.

What are you two doing here?!

Lin Yi'an appeared before the two of them at some point, his face so dark it could drip water. Mo Ziyuan, however, remained calm and composed, raising his eyes to smile at him with a frank tone.

"Brother Yi'an, we're chatting."