Chapter 163: Mo Ya Doesn’t Want to Be a Saint
Zhong Yangyang blinked and looked at Kong Xiyan, her eyes seemed a little hesitant. After a long time, she slowly shook her head: "Sister, I don't know, I, I haven't thought about it yet..."
The Zhong family treated her very well.
Even now that he knows that she is not a real daughter, he still treats her as his own.
It was difficult for her to describe how she felt right now.
She felt that knowing her own life experience and the situation of her biological parents was also a betrayal to the Zhong family.
It seemed like she... shouldn't be doing this.
"It's okay. Ask me when you've thought it through." Kong Xiyan curled her lips and gave Zhong Yangyang a gentle and tolerant smile: "As long as you ask, I will tell you."
"Thank you, sister." Zhong Yangyang gently leaned her head on Kong Xiyan's shoulder: "It's great to meet you..."
"Good girl." Kong Xiyan raised the corners of her lips: "I feel good about meeting you."
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On the other side, Luo Zhenxuan was wearing an old man's shirt on his upper body and a pair of ironed and exaggeratedly colored beach pants on his lower body. His short hair was fixed into a big back with hairspray, and he wore sunglasses on his face. He was holding two bags of vegetables and condiments in his left hand, and fish and chicken in his right hand.
A strange figure that combines rebellion and family-orientedness appeared at the gate of Peking University Affiliated Primary School.
Each element is normal, but when combined together it becomes very subtle.
"Hello, teacher. I'm here to pick up Mo Ya."
"Um..." The head teacher looked Luo Zhenxuan up and down, then held Mo Ya's hand tightly with some caution: "You are..."
"Dad..." Mo Ya raised her head, revealing a sickly little face, and her voice sounded like a kitten's meow, which was heartbreaking.
"Be good." Luo Zhenxuan took the initiative to squat in front of Mo Ya: "Come up."
"Yeah." Mo Ya let go of the head teacher's hand and leaned on Luo Zhenxuan's back: "Dad, I want to go home..."
"Okay, let's go home now." Luo Zhenxuan's voice was gentle.
Seeing this, the head teacher didn't try to stop them. He just told Mo Ya to have a good rest, and then watched the strange father-daughter duo walk away: "How strange... I actually feel a little touched..."
On this side, Luo Zhenxuan carried Mo Ya on his back and walked towards home.
Mo Ya placed her fair and tender little hands on Luo Zhenxuan's shoulders, her cheek pressed against his back. She whimpered out of discomfort rather than crying: "Mo Ya wants to go home..."
"We'll be home soon." Luo Zhenxuan coaxed Mo Ya softly, "Can I play games with you tonight?"
"Mo Ya wants to go back to Xing Er Tang...Mo Ya misses her own father and mother..." Mo Ya's voice choked: "Mo Ya doesn't want to be a saint...Mo Ya...Mo Ya doesn't want to be a saint..."
"Then don't be a saint."
"No..." Mo Ya's voice was still choked but much firmer: "That is Mo Ya's responsibility, a responsibility that Mo Ya cannot escape.
Accept the guidance of the Star God, protect the princess, and bless all people.
That is...a responsibility that Moya cannot escape..."
Hearing Mo Ya's voice getting smaller and smaller, Luo Zhenxuan's footsteps paused slightly, and a trace of heartache flashed between his brows.
After all, Moya is just a 7-year-old child.
This should be an age with infinite possibilities in the future, but the path of life was determined at a young age, and in the end, he became a symbol.
For Mo Ya, who has a lively personality, this is such a painful thing...
"Moya." Luo Zhenxuan murmured, "You will definitely be an excellent saint."
"Moya is the greatest saint in history."
Luo Zhenxuan repeated Mo Ya's words, his voice gentle but firm: "Yes, Mo Ya is the greatest saint in history."
After listening to Luo Zhenxuan's words, Mo Ya finally fell asleep on his back.
At the corner, a man in a baseball cap pressed the shutter button, his brows furrowed, and with a cigarette butt in his mouth, he murmured suspiciously: "Is this still the decisive and serious Third Young Master Luo? He's actually taking care of a child? Tsk..."
Luo Zhenxuan didn't know that he was being followed and secretly photographed. After he brought the sick Mo Ya home, he saw Zhong Yangyang was there too. He just nodded and greeted her, and Luo Zhenxuan called Kong Xiyan for help.
"Falling asleep?" Kong Xiyan lowered her voice: "Thank you for your hard work."
"Nothing, you don't look well, are you feeling unwell?" Luo Zhenxuan looked at Kong Xiyan's still pale face and said, "Why don't you go to sleep for a while? I'll call you when dinner is ready."
"You can cook too?" Kong Xiyan looked at Luo Zhenxuan and smiled, then took Mo Ya who was lying on Luo Zhenxuan's back, and put the sleeping Mo Ya on the princess bed with curtains drawn in the corner of the living room, covered her with a soft quilt, and thoughtfully placed an orange fox doll next to Mo Ya.
"No, but you can search for tutorials online. It shouldn't be difficult." Luo Zhenxuan had indeed never cooked.
It would be better to say that in these twenty-one years of my life, I have only recently started trying takeout.
"Then you should just take a rest. I bought this house, and I only have this one kitchen." Kong Xiyan patted Luo Zhenxuan's shoulder and frowned as if sensing something: "Be careful these days."
"Hmm?" Luo Zhenxuan didn't understand what Kong Xiyan meant.
"I'm a little busy at school, so I can't take care of you much these days. Plus, you need to rest for a while." Kong Xiyan looked at Luo Zhenxuan's face and said, "Try not to go out if you can."
"Yeah, I know." Luo Zhenxuan nodded, not thinking about his own affairs, but just looking at Kong Xiyan's somewhat haggard face.
He hesitated to speak.
At best, he was just Kong Xiyan's client and had no right to presumptuously point fingers at what Kong Xiyan was going to do.
But Kong Xiyan does not look well. It would be best for her to put the university matters aside for now and have a good rest at home.
The words of advice went around in his throat before Luo Zhenxuan swallowed them back. After changing into his home clothes, he went into the kitchen to help Kong Xiyan.
Facts have proved that Luo Zhenxuan is indeed not a good cook, but he can still do small things like peeling garlic and pounding cucumber.
In the living room, Zhong Yangyang looked at the two people busy in the kitchen, and she couldn't describe the feeling in her heart.
“Hmm…”
Murmurs came from under the curtains.
Zhong Yangyang immediately walked over upon hearing the voice, gently lifted the curtain, and saw Mo Ya frowning as if she was uncomfortable with the tight collar of her clothes.
Zhong Yangyang quickly reached out and unbuttoned Mo Ya's collar.
When Zhong Yangyang touched the skin on the side of Mo Ya's face, a feeling he had never experienced before came over him.
Fear, anxiety, repression, and struggle.
Unwilling, unwilling, entangled, and entangled.
Zhong Yangyang abruptly withdrew her hand and felt her heart skip a beat in shock.
A huge question mark also appeared in my mind.
What's going on?
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