Chapter 5 Finding a School

The two chatted until 3 a.m. before finally feeling sleepy.

"Alright, that's all I'll tell you for now. You still need to study the details carefully. I'll send you some videos to watch."

"good."

Seeing Mo Ziyuan's decisive answer, Lin Yi'an was still somewhat surprised. As his very, very best friend, he hadn't even noticed that Mo Ziyuan had changed his ways.

Although the two went to bed very late, they still got up very early the next day.

The group sat at the dining table eating breakfast.

"Is it delicious?" Mo Ziyuan suddenly asked.

"It's delicious!"

Lin Yiluo answered, giving the man a sweet smile.

Mo Ziyuan felt extremely satisfied; he never expected that a simple smile could make him feel this way.

"If you like it, I'll make it for you tomorrow."

"Did Brother Ziyuan make this?"

The girl was very surprised.

"How is it? Isn't your brother Ziyuan's cooking exceptionally good?"

Lin Yi-an said smugly.

This was the first time Mo Ziyuan had heard her call him that, and he was so happy he felt like he was floating on air. Even calling him sounded so sweet; she truly belonged to him.

"I never expected that Brother Ziyuan is not only handsome and gentle, but also a good cook."

Lin Yi'an, who was stuffing food into his mouth, choked upon hearing this.

He can agree that he's handsome, after all, he really is handsome. But he actually said he's gentle. Is "gentle" the word to describe Mo Ziyuan?

The girl quickly picked up the paper and handed it to Lin Yi'an.

"Are you alright, brother?"

Lin Yi'an said while wiping his mouth.

"It's alright, it's alright."

Mo Ziyuan suddenly looked at him and gave a sinister smile.

Am I not gentle?

This was absolutely coercion; when the girl looked over, Mo Ziyuan transformed back into that gentle older brother.

"Gentle, gentle, Ziyuan, you are definitely the gentlest person I have ever met." So gentle that you can kill without blinking an eye, and torture someone to death without them having nightmares.

Mo Ziyuan feigned shyness and smiled with his head down.

Lin Yiluo thought her brother was really great!

Lin Yi'an couldn't bear to watch any longer, but there was nothing he could do. He couldn't let his younger sister know what kind of person he was in front of. Exposing Mo Ziyuan would be the same as exposing himself. Besides, it was better to act gentle in front of his sister, at least it wouldn't scare his precious little sister.

After breakfast, the girl went back to her room to read, while Lin Yi'an stayed in the living room looking through the school's prospectus.

"What are you looking at?"

"Can't you tell?"

Lin Yi'an casually handed him a copy of the documents in his hand.

Which one do you think is more suitable?

It has to be said that Lin Yi-an really knows how to pick schools; these are all the top universities in Country B.

"How about this one?"

The man took the documents from his hand and looked at them: Austin International College, the aristocracy among aristocrats.

He had considered sending his beloved younger sister to this school, but he also knew very well that although his sister was very beautiful, she was not good at socializing at all, and he was afraid that his little one would be bullied by the students there.

"Not really suitable."

Mo Ziyuan saw through his thoughts at a glance.

"Why are you suddenly scared? You've already reached this position, and you're still worried about your own sister being bullied at school?"

Mo Ziyuan is right, he really shouldn't be afraid, but he is really worried.

"Tell her not to stay overnight. This place is close to our home, only half an hour away. If it really doesn't work out, we can buy an apartment nearby and send someone to take care of her." For example, we can go there ourselves.

"no."

Lin Yi-an immediately rejected the idea.

“My sister and I have been separated for long enough. I want her to come over so I can take care of her myself. How can I just buy her an apartment nearby and have someone else take care of her?”

"Then stay at home, still in Xinghewan."

Lin Yi'an looked up at Mo Ziyuan and asked very seriously.

"What if she is bullied at school and doesn't tell me what to do? What if people at school bully her but she doesn't know what to do?"

Mo Ziyuan realized for the first time that sending children to school required so many worries.

"I don't think so!"

“Ziyuan, you don’t understand. Didn’t I tell you a long time ago? My baby has almost never gone to school. She has a private tutor at home. She doesn’t know about the backstabbing and infighting in school.”