After dinner, Madam Mo and Gu Wanting returned to the old house. Before leaving, Madam Mo whispered a few words in Mo Jingchen's ear: "Jingchen, once Yi Ruo has recovered, shouldn't you consider giving me a great-grandchild?"
"Grandma, do you want to go on a trip?"
Mo Jingchen's mention of travel reminded Old Madam Mo of his past intention to send her to Africa: "No, you should all get some rest. Your mother and I are going back."
After saying that, Madam Mo ran faster than a rabbit, afraid that if she was too slow, Mo Jingchen would really send her to Africa!
"Mom, slow down!" Gu Wanting said as she jogged behind.
"Wan Ting, who do you think Jing Chen's strange temper is like?" Old Madam Mo stopped when she saw that she was already some distance away from Mo Jing Chen's apartment and asked Gu Wan Ting with a puzzled look.
"Mom, why are you suddenly saying this!"
"He must be like his father; like father, like son. Both of them have eccentricities. But the root of it all comes down to his grandfather's eccentricities. You old man, you've made my life miserable!"
Standing under the streetlamp, Madam Mo pointed to the sky and spoke before getting into the car. Gu Wanting was a little confused, so she shook her head and got into the car as well.
"Chen, I heard from Mom at dinner that Mo Lingxiao's company is also in trouble?"
"Yes, his company was already poorly managed, and he barely managed to stay afloat by using the Mo family's name. Now that he dares to treat you like this, you don't need to care about the little bit of friendship you have left."
Mo Jingchen held An Yiruo in his arms as they sat on the sofa, watching financial news while answering An Yiruo's questions.
"So that's how it is. You mean... if the outside world knew that you attacked them because of me, wouldn't they think I'm that wicked woman who brought ruin to the country?" An Yiruo leaned against Mo Jingchen's chest, and for some reason, this thought suddenly popped into her mind.
"A vixen... An'an does have some potential to be a vixen. After all, those who can be vixens are all stunningly beautiful. But An'an doesn't fit the description of bringing ruin to the country. An'an is so kind, how could she do something like bringing ruin to the country?" Mo Jingchen turned to the side, carefully examined An Yiruo's face, and then spoke the truth.
"I never imagined I was so beautiful and charming in your eyes!" An Yiruo winked at Mo Jingchen, leaned forward slightly, and got closer to Mo Jingchen's cheek.
Faced with An Yiruo's sudden tilt of her head and close approach, Mo Jingchen unconsciously swallowed, forced himself to remain calm, pulled An Yiruo back into his arms, and kissed her forehead: "Focus on watching the news."
"But the news is so boring!"
"Watching the news helps me understand national affairs and the latest national policies, which in turn helps me make the right judgments," Mo Jingchen explained to An Yiruo, explaining the purpose of watching the news.
"No wonder you spend all your time reading the news or financial magazines. You even have to have the latest newspaper on the table when you eat breakfast."
"Good that you understand. Being a decision-maker in a group isn't easy. Every decision you make is responsible for all employees throughout the group. If you make a wrong decision, multiple families could face unemployment! In this era of economic expansion, one person's unemployment can be a disaster for an entire family!"
An Yiruo never expected that Mo Jingchen had thought so far ahead and so deeply. He had even taken into account the family circumstances of each employee.
As the boss and decision-maker, he is truly qualified. It is a blessing for all employees of the Mo Group to have him as their president.
"Chen, the Mo family is blessed to have you," An Yiruo said from the bottom of her heart.
"Thank you for the compliment, An'an." Mo Jingchen kissed An Yiruo's forehead again, then held her as they continued watching the news.
The half-hour news segment ended with: "An'an, would you like some fruit? Uncle Wang said Mom brought a lot of fresh fruit from the old house today."
"Okay. I want to eat grapes."
"Okay, you sit and wait for me, I'll go get it."
Mo Jingchen went to the kitchen, washed the grapes An Yiruo wanted to eat, and then casually grabbed a few other fruits. He placed them on the coffee table.
"Here you go, the grapes you wanted." Mo Jingchen handed the peeled grapes to An Yiruo.
"The grapes are so sweet."
"Eat more if you like. Would you like anything else?"
"I want to eat more grapes," An Yiruo said, shaking her head and pointing to the grapes on the tray.
"Okay, An'an wants to eat it, so I'll take care of peeling it."
Mo Jingchen fed An Yiruo grape after grape, and An Yiruo ate them one after another. The grapes became sweeter and sweeter, and An Yiruo's mood was as sweet as the grapes.
"I'm not eating anymore. I can't eat anymore."
"Are you full?" Mo Jingchen put the grapes in his hand into his mouth and took a wet wipe to wipe his hands.
"Hmm, I can't eat anymore. Grapes are delicious, but you can't eat them all the time," An Yiruo said, letting out a satisfied burp.
She then glanced awkwardly at Mo Jingchen. She noticed he wasn't looking at her; hadn't he heard her?
Just as she was about to feel smug, Mo Jingchen shattered her illusions: "You really are full!"
"You should learn the principle of seeing through things but not saying them!" An Yiruo said somewhat unhappily.
"What are you afraid of? I'm not laughing at you. I just find you adorable. After all, the saying 'beauty is in the eye of the beholder' is an old saying passed down from our ancestors," Mo Jingchen said with a smile.
"I am beautiful! Very beautiful!" An Yiruo sat up straight, tossed her hair, and said confidently.
"Let's go, beautiful An Yiruo. It's time to go upstairs to sleep," Mo Jingchen said to An Yiruo with a mixture of affection and helplessness.
"Help me back to my room to rest." An Yiruo sat up straight, stretched out her arm, and adopted the demeanor of an ancient imperial concubine.
"Yes, ma'am." Mo Jingchen stepped forward, picked An Yiruo up, and carried her upstairs to the bedroom.
"Chen, is this an extraordinary performance? If you disobey me, I'll punish you with a severe beating." An Yiruo hugged Mo Jingchen's neck, now completely possessed by a drama queen.
"Your Majesty, please spare me. I was just worried that Your Majesty was having a hard time." Mo Jingchen held her tightly, his words perfectly matching her act.
"Well, if that's how it is, I'll let you off this time. But don't let it happen again!"
"Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty!"
As they were talking, Mo Jingchen had already carried An Yiruo back to the master bedroom and placed her on the large bed.
"An'an, did I cooperate well just now?" Mo Jingchen squatted down in front of An Yiruo, seeking praise.
"Hmm, not bad. There's still room for improvement, so don't get too proud."
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