Compared to the flames of war that raged in the Han family, the Mo family seemed much more peaceful.

Since Ling Moyuan moved his work to China, he's been spending much more time in T City. And since that incident, Ling Moyuan has shamelessly and naturally tidied up a guest room in the Mo family's house and settled in, ignoring Mo Xiangtian's angry glares and protests.

Ling Moyuan's work usually involves very complex cases from various places, but he hasn't taken on any cases recently so he can stay in T City and be by Mo Jing's side. Occasionally, his team members will receive some complex cases and, when they encounter difficulties, they will send him some information and clues.

Only now did Mo Jing realize that Ling Moyuan's detective work was not done by himself; he had also established a detective agency.

Recently, he's been staying home all day reviewing the information his teammates just sent him, which concerns a bank robbery. The incident occurred in England; all the bank doors were intact, and the security cameras hadn't captured anything, yet the contents of the bank's safe had mysteriously disappeared.

Mo Jing didn't understand these things and couldn't offer any help.

As soon as she got home, she smelled the aroma of Wu Ma's cooking, and Mo Jing felt a little hungry.

"Miss, go wash your hands, then you can eat." Wu Ma placed the last dish on the table, then took off her apron and said, "I'll go call the master, Miss, why don't you go call Young Master Ling?"

Ling Moyuan was too cold. He was fine when he was with most people, but when they were alone, Wu Ma felt that she couldn't stand his aura.

Ling Moyuan is dating Mo Jing, but they are not married yet, so calling him "son-in-law" is not appropriate.

Mo Jing nodded, turned, and walked towards the second floor, her straight legs encased in sheer stockings and five-centimeter high heels.

Pushing open the door, Ling Moyuan was sitting on the bed, where a pile of photos and data were laid out, which he was carefully examining.

Even when frowning, a face with well-defined features is pleasing to the eye.

Hearing the noise, Ling Moyuan looked up, his arrogant expression softening the moment he saw Mo Jing: "You're back!"

This sounds like what a wife would say to her husband when he comes home after a long day at work.

However, at this point, the roles are somewhat reversed.

"Mo Yuan, dinner's ready!" Mo Jing said with a faint smile, walked in, and casually glanced at the contents of the bed.

Ling Moyuan nodded, then got out of bed and put on his indoor slippers.

There weren't any suitable slippers for him at home, so he went to the supermarket to buy them himself, buying whatever he needed, completely ignoring Mo Xiangtian's objections.

Mo Jing never intervened in their conflicts; she left the men's affairs to them to resolve themselves.

At the dinner table, Ling Moyuan reached for a plate of vinegar chicken in front of him with his chopsticks. But just as his chopsticks touched the meat, he watched helplessly as it was taken away by another pair of chopsticks.

Mo Xiangtian smugly put the piece of chicken in his mouth, his expression barely concealing his smugness, deliberately looking at Ling Moyuan with a defiant gaze. This vinegar chicken was his favorite dish; how could he possibly let this kid eat it?

Ling Moyuan's expression didn't change at all. He simply reached out and picked up the plate of vinegar chicken, placing it in front of him. He quite liked the vinegar chicken that Aunt Wu made.

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Chapter 1 complete, more updates to come!