While abroad, Mu Heng was on a business trip, but his most important task was to select materials for a gift for Song Qingmo. He thought Song Qingmo loved antique items, so he wanted to give her an antique-style token of love, a secret thought he'd harbored in his heart. After searching through the archives, he finally found a token he liked.
It so happened that a very famous item appeared at an international auction. It was a raw stone. It was said that the jade was clear and translucent. Although it was not as lush and verdant as the imperial green to nourish the meridians, it had a better effect on nourishing people. Moreover, it was light green in color, which was Song Qingmo's favorite color.
There are some sparkling minerals in the jade, which allow the jade to reflect brilliant light under the light, just like Song Qimo's eyes, which contain thousands of stars.
Mu Hengshi wanted to make it for Song Qingmo himself, so when he was on a business trip, he specially asked the current jade carving master how to carve it. After half a month, he finally carved out two identical concentric rings.
He felt a little excited and nervous. Song Qingmo had ignored him these past few days, and seemed a little disappointed to see him coming to his birthday party. Would he accept this gift? Mu Heng was a little hesitant, his hand tightly grasping the box.
Mu Hengshi struggled for a moment, then decided to talk about it later. He actually felt a little scared. Song Qingmo, this blockhead, would he really understand his feelings? Mu Hengshi smiled bitterly in his heart. Sometimes, knowing someone too well can be quite distressing.
Even after dinner, Song Qingmo and Mu Hengshi still didn't say a word. Song's father and mother both winked at each other, telling them not to talk to Song Qingmo for fear of making Mu Hengshi feel ignored.
On the dining table, there was only the crisp sound of chopsticks hitting the bowls and plates. Normally, the highlight should be here with Song Qingmo. He used to be very hardworking. After eating, he would cook a bowl of longevity noodles and make a cake for himself, saying that this would be more meaningful.
Song Qingmo also realized that the meal was almost finished. He had just been thinking about whether he should make more noodles, but when he looked at Mu Heng beside him, he fell silent. "How could such a person deserve to eat his noodles? Feeding him a few years ago was like feeding an ungrateful person to me. Now it's absolutely impossible."
Song Qingmo angrily used his chopsticks to poke his bowl. The bowl could not bear the weight and made a sound, accusing Song Qingmo of persecuting it. Song's mother and others especially spoiled Song Qingmo on his birthday, so they ignored him when he was having a bad temper.
Mu Hengshi, on the other hand, was very concerned about Song Qingmo. He used chopsticks to add his favorite tofu into Song Qingmo's bowl and said, "Eat quickly, otherwise your favorite dishes will be snatched away by us. Today is your birthday, and if this happens, you will be the one who suffers." Song Qingmo looked into the plate when he heard it, and sure enough, there were only a few pieces of his tea-flavored tofu left.
"You actually stole my food." Song Qingmo immediately became excited and protected the food. He picked up the piece of tofu from Mu Hengshi's bowl and put it on the table, then grabbed the rest.
Mu Hengshi looked at the cold and desolate tofu on the table, which reflected his current mood. Song's mother and the others cast admiring glances at Mu Hengshi, and Mu Hengshi gladly accepted them and smiled back.
Song's mother and the others looked at each other in bewilderment, thinking that if Mu Hengshi became their son-in-law, wouldn't Song Qingmo be taken care of? In this life, thanks to Mu Hengshi's outstanding performance in the past three months, Song's father and mother had greatly changed their views on Mu Hengshi.
Silently, Mu Hengshi seemed to have gained the approval of his mother-in-law and father-in-law, which eased his loss. At least the Song aunts were no longer wary of him, and they always looked as if this man was going to take away their little cabbage.
After putting down the dishes, Song Qingmo volunteered to wash the dishes. He wanted to avoid Mu Hengshi and asked him to leave quickly. However, things did not go as he wished. Mu Hengshi pulled out the chair, stood up, wiped his mouth elegantly with a tissue, and took the other remaining plate. "Uncle, I have to do something for this meal that Auntie had at your house. Why don't I go wash the dishes with Song Qingmo?"
Song Qingmo's jaw dropped. Someone like Mu Hengshi actually did chores. That's right, in his previous life, Mu Hengshi had been just as attentive when he was acting like that. He looked at Mu Hengshi warily, but his expression remained stern. He didn't know what Mu Hengshi was up to. Everything in his previous life reminded him not to trust this man.
Song Qingmo was very unfriendly and rushed into the kitchen with the stack of dishes. In fact, Song Qingmo misunderstood Mu Heng. He just wanted to stay with Song Qingmo for a while to improve their relationship and use this favor to get some face.
Song Qingmo would remain silent whenever Mu Heng was around. This was nothing unusual, and Song's mother and father didn't say anything either. They just finished their meal and washed the chopsticks, thinking it was time for them to give gifts to their precious son.
"Xiao Mo, look what good things your mother brought you as a gift." Song's mother looked mysterious. He looked around and then looked behind Song's mother. There was nothing there, but where was his father?
Suddenly, the lights in the living room were turned off. Mu Hengshi subconsciously wanted to hold Song Qingmo's hand, but he felt nothing. Song's mother was not nervous at all, and smiled in the dark. She sneaked out and met up with Song's father who was hiding outside the door. "Where are the things? Did you bring them?"
After saying that, she looked into Song's father's arms. When he took his hands away, she saw two furry creatures in his arms. Meow, woof. Song's mother looked at the black, coal-like kitten in his father's arms. Its emerald eyes shone a mysterious green light in the darkness. Next to it was a purebred golden retriever, with a well-behaved face and a big tongue hanging out. Song's mother's heart was almost melted by the cuteness. It was just a pity that Song's father's expensive suit was wrinkled.
Song's mother knew that Song Qingmo would never make friends in his life, so she wanted to buy him a small animal to keep him company. That day, she happened to hear Song Qingmo at the door of the room talking about a black kitten with blue eyes and a purebred golden retriever that would make a good match, and he liked them very much. So Song's mother thought about giving him two of the same kitten and puppy.
"Mom, where are you? Come out! I know it's you guys who did this. So, I'll give you a gift, but where have you been?" Song Qingmo was groping in the dark. Unused to the darkness at first, he could only squint and slowly grope his way through it. Suddenly, he touched a solid wall. Song Qingmo was puzzled. How could he have reached the wall so quickly? He pinched it with his hand. Wasn't it human flesh? He pulled his hand back as if he had been electrocuted, but someone else held it. The warmth passed through that hand and into Song Qingmo's body.
Song Qingmo was completely hopeless at this moment and wanted to die. It went without saying who he had touched with his dirty hands.
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