Although unwilling, Han Meijuan understood her son's personality. She had at least met her daughter-in-law, so going back was fine. Seeing her son's anxious expression, Han Meijuan knew he was truly poisoned; her granddaughter was finally settled!
After seeing off Ling Moyuan's mother and younger brother, Mo Jing returned home and prepared the textbooks she would need for tomorrow. She was no longer the Mo Jing she used to be, and of course, she could no longer act recklessly like before. Knowledge was something Mo Jing would have to rely on in the future, so she tidied up a bit and began to review her textbooks.
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Time always flies when you're doing something important, and before she knew it, it was quite late. Just as she was engrossed in her book, someone gently knocked on the door. Mo Jing had no choice but to put down her pen, get up from her chair, and open the door.
It turned out to be Aunt Wu. Seeing how hard she was studying, she had heated up a cup of milk for her. Mo Jing smiled and took the cup from Aunt Wu's hand, saying gently, "Aunt Wu, you should go and rest first. You don't need to stay with me. I'll study for a little while longer and then go to sleep."
Aunt Wu said with concern, "Alright, but Miss, you must also take care of yourself and rest. Don't rush your studies, take your time." Looking at Aunt Wu's caring attitude, Mo Jing felt a warmth in her heart. She smiled and nodded.
After Aunt Wu left, Mo Jing sat back down at her desk, gently shook her head to ease her stiff neck, took a sip of milk, and continued to bury herself in her book.
Time passed by unnoticed, and it was already late at night. Mo Jing hadn't read like this in a long time. Her head bobbed up and down, and in the end, she was so tired that she fell asleep on the table.
Mo Xiangtian, who had just finished a business engagement, returned home and found the light in his daughter's room on the second floor still on. Somewhat puzzled, he went upstairs to see what his daughter was doing.
He gently pushed open the door, only to be stunned by the sight before him. Mo Jing was sleeping peacefully on the table covered with books, her face serene and sweet. Mo Xiangtian hadn't seen his daughter sleeping so peacefully in a long time; she was probably too tired, as she still held a pen in her hand.
Mo Xiangtian recalled his interactions with Mo Jing over the years. Yes, he had truly given his daughter far too little attention, and he didn't even know when she began to rebel and started earning the nickname "Witch Jing." And when had she become so calm and mature in the face of adversity?
He felt so sorry for his daughter. With deep remorse, Mo Xiangtian secretly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, gently carried his daughter, who was lying on the table, back to bed, and tenderly tucked her in before turning around and quietly closing the door to leave.
The moment he closed the door, Mo Jing, who had been sleeping with her eyes closed, opened them. In fact, she had already woken up the moment Mo Xiangtian entered the room, but she felt that she had nothing to say to this "father," so she simply closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.
Mo Jing was surprised to find that Mo Xiangtian, who was always arrogant and domineering, could be so gentle. It seemed that he did care about his daughter and was not the only person she thought he was, who only knew how to pursue profit.
Mo Jing didn't think too much about it and fell into a deep sleep. After all, she had to go to class tomorrow, and she had too many things to do right now to think about anything else.
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