Fortunately, Ji Muhan stopped her just now; she was almost about to withdraw money to send a 15,000 yuan red envelope!

Mo Qing took a sip and stole half a glance at Ji Muhan, then took another sip and stole half a glance at Ji Muhan again.

Ji Muhan noticed from the beginning that the girl was glancing at him from time to time, but he didn't call her out on it and let her peek.

He smiled calmly, "Just ask me whatever it is."

I wonder who she learned this move from?

Mo Qing was amazed by his occasional smile. Although it was just a slight smile, it was really handsome, and she couldn't help but stare at it in a daze.

Are you really sure about this?

Was it not a spur-of-the-moment decision? Or was it because I was moved by her?

Do you really want to spend your life with her?

Ji Muhan's eyes flickered slightly, but she didn't respond to what she said.

Mo Qing wasn't sure either, so she just glanced at him and took another sip.

She knew that Ji Muhan was serious, but she still had some inexplicable worries in her heart. She didn't know if it was because she had witnessed the relationship between Yao Yao and her brother, but she suddenly felt a little scared!

They should even—want to back down!

She couldn't imagine the torment she would feel if she were forced to never see Ji Muhan again.

She felt that if that day ever came, she would feel that the whole world was gloomy and she couldn't see the future!

Ji Muhan stood up without warning, strode over to Qin Yangjin and the others, placed the red envelopes in their hands, and then walked back without saying a word.

Qin Yangjin was used to his behavior, so after putting away his red envelope, she continued to greet the guests.

When he came back to check on the girl, she had already finished the wine in the bottle in front of her!

Ji Muhan stared at the empty bottle, "..."

He really has to call her ancestor now!

Mo Qing tilted her head slightly, looking at him with an innocent expression, "Hanhan, I feel a little dizzy!"

Normally, he would have thought she was up to something again, but the blush on her face was so obvious that it was impossible to ignore...

Ji Muhan paused for a moment, "...After drinking more than a dozen glasses of wine, how could you not feel dizzy?"

Mo Qing seemed particularly insecure, gripping his sleeve tightly while muttering to herself, "Why does it feel like the ceiling is spinning?"

Ji Muhan sighed helplessly, "..."

He really wanted to tell her that it wasn't the ceiling that was spinning, but that she was just drunk.

But she kept looking around in surprise, as if she had seen something unbelievable. She grabbed his sleeve, puzzled, and muttered, "Hey, Hanhan, the floor is spinning too. It looks like it's about to collapse. Is this an earthquake?"

"...It's not an earthquake, you're drunk." Ji Muhan couldn't listen anymore and rubbed her forehead in exasperation.

He shouldn't have let her drink alone; the girl was practically drinking alcohol like it was a beverage!

Mo Qing was stunned for a moment, and before she could even react to what it meant to be drunk, she felt dizzy and fell into his arms. Ji Muhan could only take the opportunity to put his arm around her waist and hold her in his arms.

The girl's face was flushed, all the way down to her neck, a beautiful blush against her fair skin.

He was clearly too excited and had a few drinks to become like this.

Ji Muhan looked resignedly at the fairy in her arms.

It was rare for Grandpa Qin to see Ji Muhan looking so helpless, and he found it quite amusing. He chuckled and said, "Take her back first. I'll let your uncle and cousin know later."

Ji Muhan had no choice but to do this. With such a troublesome ancestor around, what else could he do?

Naturally, he had no choice but to leave, since he didn't really like these kinds of occasions anyway!

Ji Muhan's eyes never left Mo Qing, her expression indifferent. "Then I'll take her back first. I'll bring her back to see you again when I have time."

Ji Muhan has always held Grandpa Qin in high esteem. His maternal grandfather must be a very wise man, so it's hard for him not to respect him.

Furthermore, his upbringing forbade him from doing anything impolite, which is why, even though he had many opinions about Ji Li, he had never had a direct conflict with him.

Old Master Qin was very pleased with the outcome, grinning and waving his hand, saying, "You may leave now."

It would be best to get engaged as soon as possible! Of course, he wouldn't say that now. He knew Ji Muhan's personality best. If he really cared, he would hold the girl tightly in his grasp and wouldn't let her escape...

So, these things were bound to happen sooner or later!

However, inevitably, he still wanted to hold his great-grandson as soon as possible…

Aside from the initial incoherent ramblings, the person in Ji Muhan's arms was quite well-behaved at this moment, nestled delicately against his chest, her hands tightly gripping the clothes on his chest.

His gaze lingered on her face for a few seconds, then without hesitation, he bent down and lifted her up in his arms.

He strode out of the hall.

But as soon as they stepped out of the hall, the girl in his arms started to get restless again in the corridor, humming softly like the buzzing of mosquitoes.

Ji Muhan could only bend down to listen to what she had to say.

"Hanhan, I feel terrible, my heart hurts so much." Mo Qing kept squirming in his arms, her soft body rubbing against his chest.

"Hanhan, can you rub it for me? It hurts so much, my chest feels so tight."

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