Chapter 84 Solving Problems

Young Master? Shi Jingsheng and Lin Yi'an were both sitting here.

So the young master at the door is...

Mo Ziyuan returned. He looked at Lin Yi'an, who was about to feed Lin Yiluo, and felt unhappy for a moment. Why was he so unaware of the need to avoid suspicion? He was lecturing him every day. Wasn't Lin Yi'an like this every day?

Shi Jingsheng: "Ziyuan, you're back."

Mo Ziyuan nodded, but his gaze remained fixed on Lin Yiluo's face. The girl met his gaze, her eyes filled with a mixture of doubt, a timid probing, and a hint of barely concealed grievance.

She must be thinking of herself, that's why she's feeling wronged.

At the dining table, Mo Ziyuan placed the shrimp in front of him into the girl's bowl, winked at her, and then handed the shrimp to Lin Yi'an.

Lin Yi'an and Shi Jingsheng were both confused. Weren't the two of them on good terms before Ziyuan left? How did things turn out like this?

Has the relationship cooled because he hasn't been back for so long?

Seeing the murderous look in Mo Ziyuan's eyes, the shrimp in the bowl was too hot to handle, but then he remembered that his sister had put it on his plate. He was the older brother, so why couldn't he eat it? He immediately threw the shrimp into his mouth and gave Mo Ziyuan a defiant look.

Mo Ziyuan didn't understand what was going on either.

A short while later, Zhixia and Zhiqiu arrived at their young master's study.

"What's going on?" The man's voice was as cold as ice, and it was particularly clear in the quiet study.

Both of them felt a tightness in their chests. Zhixia took the first step forward, beads of sweat forming on her forehead.

"I can't say for sure... Ever since Miss finished that last class, she's been sullen and unwilling to talk to you on the phone anymore. That teacher did give her a lot of extra help, but I don't know exactly what she talked about," she secretly glanced at Mo Ziyuan's expression, her fingertips clenched white.

"After the last class?"

The man asked, puzzled.

"Yes, it was after the last class that Miss was sullen for the next few days and didn't want to call you. I don't know what they taught, but that person gave Miss a lot of extra knowledge."

Mo Ziyuan raised an eyebrow slightly, but a knowing smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if he had figured something out.

"Ilo got burned."

This is an affirmative tone.

An invisible pressure permeated the study, and Zhi Qiu felt that they were about to kneel down.

"Yes, it was my fault. I put the hot water in front of Miss, causing her to burn her hand."

Mo Ziyuan's gaze swept over the two of them as he spoke.

"Why does Zhi Qiu have a sense of touch while you don't? Don't you know? Everything has to go through Zhi Qiu's hands. Do I need to remind you of that?"

Zhi Xia lowered her head and apologized.

"It was my fault."

Mo Ziyuan waved his hand, and the two quickly retreated to receive their punishment.

That evening, Mo Ziyuan wanted to go find Lin Yiluo, but it was too dangerous to do so at this time, as Lin Yi'an and Shi Jingsheng were both at home. However, since he couldn't go to her, he figured it was fine for her to come to him instead!

Lin Yiluo glanced at the time; she usually drank water at this hour. Since Zhixia and Zhiqiu weren't there, she had to come out and find water herself.

Mo Ziyuan stood in the corridor looking at Lin Yiluo's door. Sure enough, the door slowly opened, and the girl came out. After taking a few steps, she saw Mo Ziyuan in front of her and stepped back.

Mo Ziyuan limped toward her. Lin Yiluo wanted to run away, but what was wrong with Ziyuan's leg?

She quickly ran up to Mo Ziyuan and asked.

"Brother, is your leg injured?"

Mo Ziyuan smiled gently, his earlier discomfort gone, and picked Lin Yiluo up in a princess carry.

"Shh, don't talk, or I'll take your doll!"

Lin Yilu thought about the doll that slept next to her every day and kept quiet.

The man carried her to his room, placed her on the table, and looked into her eyes while resting his hands on the table. The girl put on a wronged expression.

Why are you ignoring Brother Ziyuan today?

Lin Yilu turned her head to the side.

"Don't talk to me."

Even when she's angry, the girl is still the same—soft and gentle.

"Can you tell your brother what happened?"

Ilo lowered her head and remained silent, her tears of grievance falling onto her pink nightgown.

"Sweetie, tell your brother."

After much deliberation, Yiluo finally spoke up.

"Brother, my brother hired a teacher for me. That teacher said that you can only look at your partner's body after you're married, otherwise it's not appropriate."

Lin Yiluo's voice was choked with sobs, and she could barely contain her grievances.

Mo Ziyuan was speechless. Where did Lin Yi'an find his teacher?

He saw the girl crying and just kissed her; he had no choice.

Lin Yilu cried even harder.

"The teacher said kissing is not allowed either."

Mo Ziyuan: ………

"The teacher is wrong; she must have said something wrong."

Seemingly showing exceptional trust in Mo Ziyuan, Yi Luo asked with a hint of doubt.

"Really? Of course it's true."

"But this teacher was invited by my brother, and he's the best."

Seeing that he couldn't reason with her, Mo Ziyuan decided to try a different approach. He quietly carried Lin Yiluo into the study, had Zhixia and Zhiqiu, who had rushed over, hand her a strawberry cake, and then used a tissue to wipe away her tears before turning around and going to the balcony to make a phone call.

On the other side, Instructor Zhu had just finished a day of training and was overjoyed. He wanted to lie down in bed and sleep immediately.

But then the phone rang suddenly.

When he saw that it was his young master calling, he was still a little incredulous. Did he have some kind of mission for him to do?

"Greetings, young master."

"Well, you've come to me now with all the mistakes you've made in the past, and all the punishments you've been subjected to."

"ah?"

Just as Instructor Zhu was beginning to have doubts, Mo Ziyuan hung up the phone.

Why let yourself dwell on your past mistakes?

Each of them has a special notebook to record their mistakes, even minor punishments.

Instructor Zhu clutched the notebook, hurrying towards the villa, flipping through it noisily. Staring at the densely packed records, cold sweat broke out on the back of his neck—three late arrivals, two tactical errors, twenty laps of punishment… any one of these would be enough to give him a good beating. But these punishments had clearly already been given; why had the young master summoned him now? Was he going to impose additional penalties?

The girl ate while observing Mo Ziyuan, who was sitting on the sofa opposite him. The man was somewhat helpless. Why was she so wary of him when she was eating his food? Besides, didn't they get along quite well before?

Mo Ziyuan glanced at her, then spoke to Zhixia and Zhiqiu.

"Pour me a glass of juice."

Now the little star above Ilo's head is spinning in circles.

By the time Instructor Zhu arrived, Lin Yiluo had already eaten and drunk her fill and wanted to leave, but Mo Ziyuan wouldn't let her.

"I'm going back to sleep."

How could Mo Ziyuan possibly let her go back?

"There's no need to rush back. You can sleep in a little later tomorrow."