Seeing that he no longer had much suspicion, Mingdai decided not to waste any more time.
She threw a handkerchief at him, saying, "Take your time checking yourself."
After smashing it, she turned and went upstairs.
Mo Tingchuan pressed down on the handkerchief that had hit his chest with one hand, and slowly tightened his fingers to gather the handkerchief in his palm.
The handkerchief is made of silk, cool and smooth, with a faint fragrance.
Mo Tingchuan's heart was beating unusually fast. He no longer wanted to know whether this handkerchief was the one Mingdai had hidden in the closet.
All he knew was that the handkerchief belonged to Mingdai, and that Mingdai had just slammed it into his chest.
This handkerchief will be his from now on.
It was given to him by Mingdai.
Mo Tingchuan had never truly appreciated the gifts Mingdai had given him before.
Looking at this handkerchief now, and recalling the series of mishaps that followed not long after...
He could ensure that the Ming family would not suffer too much loss, but Ming Dai would have to submit to him, listen to him, and stay obediently by his side as before. The Ming family would also lower their proud heads, stop being arrogant, and cling to him tightly as a lifeline.
Mo Tingchuan's desire to turn the tables and take control of his life has never changed. Even though he knows that Ming Dai will hate him to death, he still insists on doing it.
After Mingdai returned to her room, He Xingye quietly followed her in.
"What happened? What's wrong with that handkerchief?"
Mingdai shook her head. "It's nothing."
She pretended to be confused and asked He Xingye.
Why hasn't Uncle San returned yet?
He Xingye didn't know either, so she asked in the group chat on her phone.
I only found out that He Yaonian had a social engagement tonight.
"It seems like they're entertaining some friends; we might be collaborating in the future."
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