Chapter 55 Intimacy Allergy Mo Ningzhi said, "Don't kiss me, I just ate..."
Mo Ningzhi's words stunned everyone in the living room. Mo Tingzhou, exhausted from chasing after someone, poured himself a glass of water but forgot to drink it. Zhou Suiyin stood frozen in place. The one with the strongest reaction was Zhou Yaozheng, who almost fell down the stairs and turned pale when he looked over.
Mo Tingzhou was the first to react, "Ning Zhi...you."
His voice trembled slightly, filled with disbelief. At his age, what he wanted most was a harmonious family. After more than a decade of waiting, his wish had finally come true. His first reaction was not that Mo Ningzhi had come to his senses, but that he was worried that Mo Ningzhi had suffered some injustice.
"Dad," Mo Ningzhi called out, showing no sign of discomfort, and calmly asked, "Can we go now?"
"Ah, okay." Mo Tingzhou put down his water glass blankly, forgetting even to drink it. "The things are ready and have all been loaded into the car. Let's go."
Post-holiday outings have been a tradition of the Mo family for over a decade, and Zhou Suiyin was well aware of this. She briefly put her shock aside and chased after them, asking, "Did you bring any fruit?"
Mo Tingzhou thought for a moment: "It seems not."
"Let's take them with us." Zhou Suiyin turned her head and said, "Sister Wang, take those two boxes of cherries I bought yesterday to the car. I remember Ningzhi loved them when she was little."
She didn't know Mo Ningzhi's mother's preferences, but sons often resemble their mothers, so what Mo Ningzhi liked, his mother probably wouldn't dislike either.
"Madam is so thoughtful." Mo Tingzhou draped his coat over his arm and happily put his arm around Mo Ningzhi's shoulder. "Then let's go and come back quickly."
"Be careful," Zhou Suiyin reminded him.
"knew."
Mo Tingzhou always travels in a business van, which is comfortable and prestigious. The van is spacious and smells nice, so you won't feel uncomfortable no matter how you sit in it. This time, he didn't bring a driver. As soon as Mo Ningzhi got in the car, she took the driver's seat on her own, and Old Man Mo followed closely behind in the passenger seat.
"Dad, please sit in the back," Mo Ningzhi said. "The back is more spacious."
"The view ahead is better, and it'll be easier for us to talk." Mo Tingzhou got into the car, closed the door, and buckled his seatbelt.
Mo Ningzhi didn't say anything more. He started the engine, released the brake, and stepped on the gas in one smooth motion. The car slowly drove out of the garage. Zhou Suiyin stood at the door and waved. Just as the car was about to turn, Zhou Yaozheng also walked out slowly, his tall figure blocking Zhou Suiyin's view.
Mo Ningzhi looked away from the rearview mirror.
He wasn't stupid. He couldn't sleep soundly on the sofa, and he woke up the moment Zhou Yaozheng leaned in. He just didn't know how to react. Fortunately, Zhou Suiyin appeared in time and took Zhou Yaozheng away, thus preventing the new home from falling apart.
Zhou Suiyin was not a cunning person at all, and she was very unqualified in choosing a place for a secret meeting.
Mo Ningzhi leaned back on the sofa, and with a slight tilt of her head, she could see the figure in the garden.
The following scene is much easier to explain.
Although he couldn't hear what they were saying, he could easily tell their relationship from their body language.
Zhou Yaozheng remained stubborn, and Zhou Suiyin, initially shocked and speechless, gradually became dumbfounded, and finally lost control and collapsed.
Clearly, she hadn't expected her son to become so unrecognizable. The petite woman collapsed to the ground, her eyes filled with disappointment.
Zhou Yaozheng's behavior is infuriating, but exposing this matter will inevitably lead to the disintegration of the family. Mo Ningzhi feels that Old Man Mo may not be able to withstand this shock. Once it is exposed, it may not be as simple as heart failure. It could even escalate into a heart attack.
Actually, Mo Ningzhi hesitated before calling out that name. It was much easier to accept Zhou Suiyin than Zhou Yaozheng, but he couldn't bring himself to call her "Mom." He couldn't forget his mother, so he chose the latter between the two.
This would both demonstrate his stance and let Zhou Suiyin know his determination.
As Mo Ningzhi had imagined, after changing her mind, Zhou Suiyin was stunned for a moment, then slowly breathed a sigh of relief, as if the shackles that had bound her for a long time had suddenly been released, and her eyes were filled with guilt and gratitude as she looked over.
The villa grew smaller and smaller in the rearview mirror until it disappeared around the corner. Mo Ningzhi drove the car steadily, knowing that he probably wouldn't be here for a long time.
"What happened between you and Zhou Yaozheng?" A voice suddenly asked in my ear.
Without any preamble, Mo Tingzhou threw out the question directly and abruptly. Mo Ningzhi frowned subconsciously, "Why do you ask that?"
“His reaction was a bit strange,” Mo Tingzhou said. “You started calling him ‘brother,’ shouldn’t he be happy? But his expression was a bit complicated.”
Mo Ningzhi frowned slightly, then quickly relaxed her brow: "Perhaps it's because of mixed emotions."
Mo Tingzhou chuckled: "That's too complicated. It's like someone who has been pursuing and looking forward to something for a long time has suddenly fallen through and is at their wit's end. I've seen that kind of look on the faces of bankrupt bosses before."
"..." Mo Ningzhi never imagined that the old man could be so ruthless.
"Dad, you're very observant."
“Of course, your dad can tell the truth from the truth at a glance.” Mo Tingzhou said, looking at him: “If you’re hiding something from me, I can tell too.”
Mo Ning said to herself, "You're just bragging."
You've been in a relationship with Qin Weijin for so long, and you still haven't noticed?
"And it's really strange, you changed your address, but your Aunt Zhou doesn't seem to have made any response..." Mo Tingzhou muttered under his breath when he got no answer, which made Mo Ningzhi's heart skip a beat.
"Dad, I'm driving." Mo Ningzhi changed the subject: "Do you really have to talk about Zhou Yaozheng? Who is your real son?"
"You, you, you, you, you, that's enough!" Mo Tingzhou laughed and scolded, "You brat, you're jealous of this? I'm your own father, is there anyone in the world closer to you than me?"
"That's not necessarily true," Mo Ningzhi muttered under her breath.
"..." Mo Tingzhou gritted his teeth and said, "If you weren't driving, Dad would have beaten you."
"Then you can call me anytime I want when I park?" Mo Ningzhi said, drawing out the words. "I'll also take my face full of acne to see my mom. See if she comes to you in your dreams tonight."
"You..." Mo Tingzhou's eyes widened, and two seconds later, he suddenly grinned and laughed louder and louder. His smile was so infectious that Mo Ningzhi also curled up the corners of her lips.
They soon arrived at the outskirts of the city. Mo Ningzhi bought a bunch of purple evening mist, which his mother liked, while Mo Tingzhou carried a fruit basket and other food. The father and son walked into the depths of the cemetery one after the other.
Mo Ningzhi took out a towel and carefully wiped the dust off the tombstone. The woman in the photo smiled gently, and there seemed to be warmth in her eyes.
Mo Tingzhou squatted down to pull out the overgrown grass. In front of the tombstone, the photo frame he brought last time still stood in a corner. The photo showed a family of three.
“Every time I see this photo, I feel a bit emotional,” Mo Tingzhou said.
Mo Ningzhi paused for a moment, then asked, "What are you feeling sentimental about?"
"You were such a well-behaved child, how come you are like this now..."
Mo Ningzhi stopped what she was doing and looked over. Mo Tingzhou coughed lightly and changed his words: "...She's well-behaved now, just not as cute as she was when she was little. Look at this photo, her little face was round and her eyes were bright. She was so cute."
Mo Ningzhi threw the towel into a trash bag, sat down on the ground beside the tombstone, and in the distance, the outline of the city gradually became clear in the morning sun: "People all grow up."
"Your mom would definitely laugh if she heard you say something so sarcastic."
Mo Ningzhi clicked her tongue and turned her head to say, "Then she was still angry when she found out you were sick and hospitalized."
"..." Mo Tingzhou was speechless for a moment: "Why should we hurt each other?"
Mo Ningzhi: "You struck first."
"..."
"Ningzhi," Mo Tingzhou suddenly asked seriously, "when do you plan to move back home?"
"..."
The father and son leaned against the tombstone on either side, and Mo Ningzhi could see the old man's expectant gaze on his face out of the corner of his eye.
If it weren't for yesterday's unexpected event, he might have softened his heart and moved back, but now, that place is not suitable for him.
“Dad, I’m busy with work, and I’m used to living alone.” Mo Ningzhi said, “We’ll talk about it later.”
"Stop talking nonsense. No family can live apart in two different places, especially since you're not even married." Mo Tingzhou said, "Living at home is better than living outside. At least you don't have to worry about where to eat."
"I don't have to worry about food since I live alone." Since Qin Weijin moved in, he has hardly ever been in the kitchen.
"See that?" Mo Tingzhou turned to complain, "Your son is just so stubborn!"
The two chatted for a while, and before they knew it, an hour had passed. Mo Ningzhi and the old man often came during the holidays every year, and neither of them liked to say anything sentimental, so they would sit in front of the tombstone and chat, talking about whatever came to mind, which could both maintain their relationship and let their mother know how they were doing.
Two hours later, they left the cemetery together.
Mo Ningzhi originally planned to take the old man home first, but she didn't expect that as soon as she left the cemetery, the Mo family's driver was already waiting by the car.
“I have something to do, so you don’t need to take me home.” Mo Tingzhou waved his hand, and the driver immediately brought over a file folder. “Since you don’t want to go home, I won’t force you, but as a father, I can’t just leave without showing my support.”
Mo Ningzhi opened the document bag and glanced inside, discovering it was the property ownership certificate.
"I've already bought the room you're living in. Don't be silly and pay rent anymore. The property is in your name, so you can do whatever you want with it."
Mo Ningzhi accepted it without hesitation. "Any more?"
Mo Tingzhou looked at him in surprise, seemingly taken aback that he would ask for something: "What else do you want?"
Mo Ningzhi said "Oh" and then whispered, "I don't have much money lately..."
Mo Tingzhou felt as if he were seeing Mo Ningzhi again, the child who used to cuddle with him. His heart softened, and he immediately took out his supplementary card. "Here, is this enough?"
"Change it." Mo Ningzhi actually seemed quite disgusted.
"You know this card has no spending limit, right?" Mo Tingzhou asked doubtfully.
"What's the point of no spending limit? Every penny I spend is under your watchful eye. It's pointless. Change your card."
Mo Tingzhou clicked his tongue: "You think I wouldn't know you switched to other cards?"
That seems to be true. Mo Ningzhi withdrew her hand and said, "Then I don't want it."
"..."
"Here you go!" Mo Tingzhou shoved the card over: "As long as you don't break the law or commit a crime, I promise I won't check your records, okay?"
"You keep your word," Mo Ningzhi said before accepting the gift.
"I'll have Xiao Zhang take you home. Let me know when you get home," Mo Tingzhou instructed, just like he had when Mo Ningzhi was a child.
"knew."
...
Mo Ningzhi returned home with the large sum of money in his card. As soon as he opened the door, he looked around and asked, "Brother Jin?"
Qin Weijin's voice came from the balcony: "Here."
Mo Ningzhi changed her shoes and ran over, only to find Qin Weijin hanging clothes on the balcony. His clothes were very thin, and when the sunlight shone through them, they were so transparent that they revealed the lines of his waist and abdomen, which looked quite handsome.
Mo Ningzhi leaned against the door and clicked her tongue: "Top-tier male beauty."
Qin Weijin had just finished hanging up the clothes and put down the pole as he walked over. "Have you seen enough?"
"No," Mo Ningzhi said with a smile.
He looked up and smiled slowly, like a cat lazily basking in the sun. Qin Weijin couldn't resist and lowered his head to kiss him, but Mo Ningzhi raised his hand to stop him.
Qin raised an eyebrow at Jin.
Mo Ningzhi said, "Don't kiss me, I just ate cherries."
This expensive fruit was also one of Qin Weijin's allergens. He frowned and said, "Don't eat it next time."
Mo Ningzhi smiled slightly, pursing her lips.
Qin Weijin walked into the house, and Mo Ningzhi followed behind him, asking all sorts of questions, "Have you been home all day?"
Qin for Jin: "Yes."
Mo Ningzhi followed closely: "When did you get back?"
Without thinking, Qin Weijin replied, "Around eleven o'clock."
Mo Ningzhi peeked out from behind him: "Aren't you going to ask me what I've been up to these past two days?"
Qin Weijin raised his hand and pressed his head back down: "I missed you so much."
Mo Ningzhi was satisfied and leaned in to kiss Qin Weijin.
Qin Weijin asked, bewildered, "Didn't you eat...?"
"I was just kidding." Mo Ningzhi playfully hooked his chin. "You fell for it, didn't you?"
"..."
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