Zhang Moyan smoothed her hair and turned away, clearing her throat as she spoke, "President Geng told me about the wood-fired kiln. It seems like a very difficult matter. I know you won't ignore Zhou Xia's situation, so why put forward such difficult conditions?"
"Mo Yan, I'm very happy that you can figure out my thoughts," Xiao Xingyu said, changing the subject slightly dissatisfiedly, "But no, are you lobbying for Geng Jun? Shouldn't you be on the same side with me?"
Zhang Moyan: “…”
Xiao Xingyu complained with a feeling of grievance: "Is it a small matter to take in the Geng family's wife to raise her baby? I have to risk being beheaded by my father to cover up for them! Don't look at them begging me now. When the baby is born, I will be dead soon. Do you think I can get away with it when they take the baby and announce it to the world? I have to leave a way out for myself. When my uncles want to beat me to death with family rules in the future, I can say that the Geng family bribed me with the wood-fired kiln, and I did something stupid because of my confusion for the great cause of Tianqing glazed porcelain. Only then will my uncles have a chance to let me go."
Xiao Xingyu's words were very rude, and anyone else would have been unable to resist slapping his heartless handsome face with the sole of their shoe. However, Zhang Moyan indulged Xiao Xingyu without even realizing it. In addition, she had seen the power of the Xiao family's ruler and was still frightened. Therefore, she did not think that Xiao Xingyu was exaggerating, and her attention was fully focused on the content of his speech.
Zhang Moyan hadn't considered Zhou Xia's long journey after giving birth, but Xiao Xingyu's words made her realize the gravity of the situation. Indeed, when Zhou Xia announced her husband's surname, Geng, on the day she gave birth, Xiao Xingyu, her boss, claimed to be completely clueless. Who would have believed him? Xiao Xingyu had been beaten to the point of being bedridden for merely visiting the Tongzhen Monument. If Zhou Xia and Young Master Geng were secretly pregnant and he'd kept it a secret, what awaited him...
"Then let Dean Geng find a way to resolve the use rights of his family's wood-fired kiln this year!" Zhang Moyan immediately changed her mind and supported Xiao Xingyu's approach.
Xiao Xingyu gave her a deadly smile: "That's right, you can't turn your elbow outward."
"But haven't your Xiao and Geng families been enemies for over 800 years? Dean Geng wants to convince the elders to let you use the kiln, even for a year. I'm afraid it would be incredibly difficult."
"Don't be so pessimistic. Everything depends on human effort," Xiao Xingyu said, his face relaxed. "The past is the past. We must look at the problem from a developmental perspective. We must believe that there are always more solutions than problems. Everything will have a perfect ending. If not, then it's not an ending."
It was as if she was hit by something neither light nor heavy, and ripples appeared in Zhang Moyan's heart. She turned her head to look at Xiao Xingyu, and saw the lines of his smiling face in the moonlight. She couldn't help but wonder if Geng Jun would want to hit someone if he heard this.
The two of them were talking, and soon they made a circle and returned to the corridor. Zhang Moyan was about to go into the building when she was suddenly stopped by Xiao Xingyu.
"Mo Yan, wait for a moment."
After Xiao Xingyu finished speaking, he walked to his car, opened the door and got in. After a while, he took out a big bunch of white roses, then slammed the car door and strode towards Zhang Moyan.
The image of a tall and slender man, his crisp shirt tucked into the narrow waist of his trousers, running towards her with a briefcase in one hand and a large bouquet of roses in the other, instantly killed all the male protagonists in idol dramas that Zhang Moyan had seen in her life.
Zhang Moyan held her breath: "What are you doing..."
"I passed by a flower shop today and it occurred to me that I haven't bought you flowers in a while." Xiao Xingyu said naturally, "Here, I'll give them to you!"
Zhang Moyan felt her chest pounding a little bit. She admitted that the sentence structure of "It seems like I haven't had a long time..." really pricked her, and her nose felt sore in an instant.
She stared blankly at the white roses pushed in front of her. The bright and lovely variety was the same white North Star as before. According to her experience, there should be 101 of them... All of a sudden, the sweet memories of receiving white roses every day until her hands were overwhelmed all came to her mind like ice wheels suddenly surging.
She loved it! But these were roses. Even an elementary school student should know what roses represent. Could she accept them now? She'd already been quite resigned today. If she accepted another rose, her attitude would be completely exposed.
Zhang Moyan's eyes were filled with mist, but she hesitated to accept the bouquet. A subtle awkward atmosphere arose between them. Just as she curled her fingers into a fist and was about to politely refuse, Xiao Xingyu suddenly smiled coldly and self-deprecatingly: "See, being handsome is useless. People still won't accept the flowers you give them."
Zhang Moyan: “…”
Xiao Xingyu looked up at the lighted window of his own house again, looking worried. "What should I say to Xiaowa when he sees me carrying this bouquet of flowers? Should I say I bought it for him, or did you buy it for me?"
Countless question marks appeared on Zhang Mo's cigarette butt. How did it become the one she bought for Xiao Xingyu?
Xiao Xingyu examined Zhang Moyan's face and said, "I think it's better to say you gave it to me. After all, Xiaowa knows you're my fan, so it makes more sense this way. If I say I gave it to Xiaowa, I'm afraid this kid will go astray..."
"Okay, stop talking." Zhang Moyan felt that she was about to be brainwashed by him. She stopped struggling, picked up Xiao Xingyu's flowers, turned around and walked into the corridor.
The lights on the stairs lit up layer by layer in response to the sound of footsteps. Zhang Moyan was in front, and Xiao Xingyu walked behind her in a good mood, tossing his keys up and down. They passed by the child's bicycle downstairs at the corner of the aisle, and passed by the neighbor's door handle with a basket for takeout hanging on it. The scene was full of life. Zhang Moyan had the illusion that the young couple was going home together after an evening activity.
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