He himself realized that he felt uncomfortable around other people, even Aunt Qiao and Uncle Qiao, whom he had known since childhood.

But when facing Ji Muhan, she seemed to relax unconsciously, just like when facing her third brother and older brother.

He took out the food from the bag, his long, slender, and fair fingers with distinct knuckles slowly and deliberately lifting the lid.

When Mo Xiaoqing saw the dishes inside, a hint of surprise immediately flashed in her eyes.

"You drove to Shangpinlou?"

"Even if we went back and forth, it would be impossible to cook the dishes so quickly!"

Ji Muhan chuckled lightly, but did not answer her question. She picked up the chopsticks on the side of the bowl, took a piece of braised eggplant from the lunchbox, and brought it to her mouth.

He looked at her calmly.

Mo Xiaoqing unconsciously grinned and ate the food with his chopsticks without any hesitation.

"It's delicious."

Ji Muhan smiled calmly, "If it's delicious, eat more."

His voice was already clear and crisp, but when he deliberately lowered it, it became even more pleasant to listen to. Even as he whispered sweet nothings in her ear, it made her unconsciously flutter in her heart.

Mo Xiaoqing nodded, her eyes lowering slightly in sadness.

Actually, she wasn't unaware that Ji Muhan's action just now was a way of changing the subject. Even though she knew perfectly well what was going on, she still pretended not to know and played along with his act.

She couldn't help but sigh inwardly. She didn't know what was going on in Hanhan's family, or what his family background was like, but since he didn't want to talk about it, she wouldn't pry.

She will wait until he is willing to tell her everything.

She didn't want to hear these things from others, because only when he himself was willing to tell her were they truly drawing her into his inner circle.

But hearing it from someone else means a completely different thing!

Her eyes darted around, and she changed the subject, asking, "Hanhan, are you angry?"

Ji Muhan tilted her head, seemingly puzzled by her words.

“These are the things Aunt Qiao just said,” Mo Xiaoqing blinked, tilted her pretty little face up, and leaned close to him.

"So, would you rather I be angry or I not be angry?"

"..."

That's a really good question!

She was at a loss for words when asked the question!

"Um?"

His voice trailed off slightly, as if silently plucking at her heartstrings, causing ripples to spread across her otherwise calm heart. She lowered her head further, seemingly not wanting him to see the blush on her face.

Ji Muhan moved slightly closer to Mo Xiaoqing's face, the two of them only a centimeter apart, their noses almost touching.

"Momo, tell me, do you want me to be angry?"

He pressed on relentlessly, clearly not wanting her to get past this issue so easily.

Mo Xiaoqing's heart skipped a beat. She grinned and shamelessly said to him, "That's a really good question. I'm a little speechless!"

"Of course, if you're jealous, it means you care about me; if you're not jealous, it means you..."

Even if Mo Xiaoqing didn't finish speaking, Ji Muhan already knew this. That black rabbit, full of bad intentions, was definitely plotting something wicked again!

Ji Muhan smiled, "What does that prove about me?"

Mo Xiaoqing felt a chill run down her neck, and with her keen perception, she changed her tune, "That means you're exceptionally magnanimous."

After she finished speaking, she deliberately raised her chin, as if she was particularly proud of her quick wit!

Ji Muhan gently flicked her forehead with her finger, and soon a small red mark appeared on her forehead.

Mo Xiaoqing covered her forehead with both hands, her big, watery eyes staring at him, seemingly silently accusing him of his brutality.

He curled his lips slightly, looked at her meaningfully, and said, "You're just torturing me!"

Not jealous?

How could I not be jealous?

This was the first time in his more than 20 years of life that he had ever felt jealous, and all of this was thanks to the carefree and quirky little girl in front of him.

The little girl kept saying these deliberately provocative things. He knew what she was thinking; she just wanted to test whether he was jealous of her, and thus wanted to know what kind of importance she held in his heart.

She would never know that he had originally wanted to leave, but because he couldn't bear to leave her, this naughty girl, he had no choice but to come back.

He knew that she didn't intentionally provoke these people, but there were too many people who liked her, which always worried him, making him feel that things might get complicated if he waited too long.

He probably didn't realize that he was even more insecure than she was...

Mo Xiaoqing blinked, tilted her head slightly, and looked puzzled. "When did I torment you?"

Ji Muhan casually reminded her, "You suddenly had a fiancé, and now you have a childhood sweetheart!"

Moreover, this childhood sweetheart even took a blow for her.

Isn't this intentional, meant to torment him and make him jealous?

Mo Xiaoqing immediately looked at him in horror, her large, clear eyes blinking rapidly. "When did you find out about this?"

This is absolutely insane! How did he even know about this?

Did Shen Shaolin confess without being asked? Or did someone let something slip?

That's impossible. Only he and Shen Shaolin know about this. Shen Shaolin wouldn't be so foolish as to confess something like this, would he?

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