Chapter 160 Disgusting
Snowflakes fell slowly from the sky like willow catkins.
Mo Xizhi was wearing a black hooded jacket, which made his skin look even paler. The boy was handsome and looked just like his mother, Qin E. However, he was a man of few words, which added to his aloofness.
But now, even those usually calm eyes were rippled with emotion.
His life changed dramatically after moving from a small mountain village to the capital with his mother who had remarried. He no longer needed to cross a mountain to go to school in a small town as before.
During the winter solstice, he can also eat a bowl of hot dumplings and no longer go hungry.
I can finally focus on my studies without fear of the devil returning in the middle of the night, reeking of alcohol, banging on the door and enduring the mocking stares of those around me.
Mo Xizhi never liked looking in the mirror. The face on his face, which resembled that man's, filled him with a visceral aversion.
But now, he hoped that Cong Chun's pupils would reflect his own face.
Unfortunately, the other person's gaze was completely drawn to someone else.
Mo Xizhi's gaze fell on Cong Chun. He frowned slightly, but his hand, which was at his side, couldn't help but clench into a fist.
Cong Chun didn't dodge, and the two were in an intimate posture.
Is this the man in front of me the one Cong Chun said he liked?
Duan Mingxiao is a name almost everyone at Yanda University knows, or rather, he is the heir of Yunyi in the entire Jinghai City. His parents are frequent guests on financial news channels.
The soon-to-be-completed "National" Library at Yenching University was donated by the Duan family; I heard they donated 2.5 billion yuan.
Mo Xizhi also remembered clearly that this was not the first time they had met. He had seen him before when he wiped Cong Chun's sweat at the bus stop that day.
But at that time he had some secret thoughts, which led him to do that.
Based on all this, Mo Xizhi could easily guess that Duan Mingxiao was Cong Chun's former employer.
Unfortunately, even such a dazzling prodigy was no less impressive than the person he loved standing beside him.
It felt as if countless needles were piercing his heart. For the first time, Mo Xizhi felt how inadequate his language was, unable to describe the feelings deep within his heart.
Mo Xizhi still held onto a sliver of hope.
How could such a young master from a prominent family, living a life of luxury, possibly be sincere towards Cong Chun?
Perhaps it was the resentment hidden in her heart that led Mo Xizhi to harbor such a self-deceiving thought for the first time.
The table was covered with dishes prepared by the mother, Qin E, all of which looked delicious and looked steaming hot.
The entire Mo family gathered around the dining table in a warm and intimate atmosphere.
Mo Xizhi's stepfather, Mo Fangwen, works at a real estate company in Jinghai. He also came from a small county and has been promoted to project general manager in recent years due to his outstanding abilities, earning a considerable income.
The family of five now lives in a newly developed residential area.
My stepfather met my mother, Qin E, when he went back to his hometown to transfer his household registration.
At that time, Mo Xizhi was still young and had a high fever. He was able to reach the county hospital by hitchhiking with Mo Fangwen.
After exchanging contact information, and after a while, Qin E and the other person fell in love after her divorce.
Later, after Qin E and Mo Fangwen remarried, their life was relatively happy. Although the couple occasionally quarreled, they were generally harmonious. They also had a daughter, Mo Xizhi's younger sister, named Mo Wenya.
At the dinner table, Qin E knew that her son was not talkative, so the family chatted lively. Mo Wenya was especially active. Although her brother was more than ten years older than her, she liked her brother Mo Xizhi very much.
After all, her brother was good at studying and very handsome. Mo Wenya was in the second grade of elementary school, and many girls in her class envied her for having a brother like Mo Xizhi.
Mo Xizhi seemed more silent than usual today. Qin E thought it was because her son was taciturn, so she took the initiative to bring up the topic at the dinner table.
During this time, Qin E noticed that her son started to pay attention to his clothing and even brought flowers home from time to time.
As a parent, Qin E was always very perceptive. She began to wonder if her son had a girl he liked. After all, he was in college, unlike in high school. Qin E was quite supportive of Mo Xizhi dating.
Her first marriage was not happy, so she has felt guilty for many years, worried that it would leave a shadow on young Mo Xizhi and make him avoid marriage in the future.
At this moment, Mo Wenya suddenly spoke up.
"Brother, why do you always have flowers in your bag?"
"Was it a gift from your girlfriend?"
Children speak without restraint, and Mo Wenya said whatever she wanted to say.
Old Mo, who was standing to the side, took a sip of soup and joked with Mo Xizhi.
"Xiao Xi can definitely try to make some friends when she goes to college."
"I think the girls at school are quite nice; they're all very polite."
Mo Xizhi's mind conjured up the image of Cong Chun. He simply shook his head slightly, lowered his eyes, and let his eyelashes cast shadows under his eyes. The boy explained slowly and deliberately.
"It was a free gift from a school event, so I just grabbed it."
After hearing this, Mo Wenya shook the pigtails on both sides of her head and said "okay" in disappointment, but at the same time she was secretly pleased.
Immediately afterwards, Mo Fangwen, who hadn't spoken a word at the dinner table, suddenly brought up the family next door.
Over the years, as Mo Xizhi's stepfather, he treated Mo Xizhi as his own son. However, he was busy with work, and Mo Xizhi was already quite old when she came to the Mo family and could remember things, so the two were not very close.
On the contrary, the enthusiastic old man Mo was closer to Mo Xizhi.
Mo Fangwen spoke up, thinking he should take the initiative to bring up a topic and get closer to Mo Xizhi.
"There's no need to rush things about the kids. I see Xiao Xi is still in college, isn't she? The Gao family next door is in their thirties, and they just got married last month."
When Mo Fangwen said this, Qin E's expression became somewhat strange, and Old Mo, who was standing to the side, also glanced meaningfully at his son.
The little girl, Mo Wenya, however, burst out laughing.
"Silly dad, Uncle Gao married a man."
"Do you want your brother to marry a man too?"
Mo Fangwen was stunned. Qin E, who was standing to the side, looked rather unpleasant. She put down her chopsticks and looked at Mo Wenya with some anger.
"Ya Ya, hurry up and eat! You're not like your brother who studies hard. After class, you keep pestering your grandpa to take you out to play."
"If your teacher calls me again at the end of this semester and tells me that your grades have dropped, you're not allowed to watch TV during the winter break."
As soon as she finished speaking, Mo Wenya's food lost its flavor, and the little girl couldn't help but let out a wail.
Immediately afterwards, Qin E picked up her chopsticks and muttered something.
"Your Uncle Gao is just being ignorant. How can a man marry another man?"
Mo Wenya then turned off the stove, reluctantly said "oh," and buried her head in her rice.
Mo Xizhi, standing to the side, gripped his chopsticks tightly, his mouth feeling like it was chewing wax.
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