Then he also climbed into bed to sleep.
Tong Mo was snuggling with Li Zijue and said, "Li Zijue, you know what? I suddenly really wish Chenchen could go back to his biological parents."
That way, he definitely wouldn’t be looked down upon like he is now.
"Would you be willing to let him go?" Li Zijue looked down at him.
Tong Mo shook his head vigorously, "No, but I just think living with his biological parents would be better for him."
"But what if he was a child abandoned by his biological parents?" Li Zijue made a rather cruel assumption.
"This..." Tong Mo was at a loss for words.
What if Chenchen was deliberately abandoned by his parents?
Then, even if he really returned to his biological parents, he would still be despised.
"So don’t overthink it, just let things take their course." Li Zijue comforted.
"Mm." Tong Mo leaned into his embrace.
For now, that was the only thing they could do.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
Li Zijue frowned and glanced at the door.
"Sir, Madam, the lady asked me to bring you some chicken soup."
"Why send chicken soup at this odd hour?" Tong Mo couldn’t help but mutter quietly.
"I’ll go take a look." Li Zijue lifted the quilt and got out of bed.
He opened the door and took the chicken soup.
Li Zijue sniffed it, finding it particularly fragrant, "It smells really good, do you want to try it?"
Tong Mo also smelled the aroma and nodded.
She picked up the small spoon, took a sip of the soup, and quickly put the spoon down.
"What’s wrong? Doesn’t it taste good?"
Li Zijue raised an eyebrow and looked at her.
"No, no." Tong Mo shook her head.
This chicken soup was not just good, it was unbelievably good. Thɪs chapter is updated by 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹✦𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✦𝓷𝓮𝓽
"I was thinking of saving it for Chenchen and Chongchong. As adults, how can we hog it all to ourselves?"
Saying this, Tong Mo was about to take the soup to the room next door.
But the maid stopped her, blushing, "Madam, this is the lady’s special soup to help you and sir with... conception."
"Please thank Mom for me." Li Zijue chuckled, taking the soup back.
"Yes, sir." The maid said and then closed the door as she left.
Li Zijue stirred the soup, half-smiling, "We can’t waste such a good thing, honey, come and drink some more."
He couldn’t wait to see her cute, embarrassed expression.
Tong Mo immediately stepped back three steps.
She wasn’t some naive young girl, she knew what would happen after drinking this soup!
"I won’t drink!" Tong Mo firmly refused.
"Then I’ll drink it." Li Zijue took a sip.
Just when Tong Mo was suspicious of how he gave in so easily, unexpectedly, he suddenly reached over, grasped her head, and pressed his lips to hers, transferring all the soup to her.
Tong Mo was forced to drink it.
Her cheeks turned red, and she glared at him.
But soon, she felt her entire body heating up, like a heater had been turned on in the middle of summer.
"Need my help?" Li Zijue said with a charming smile, looking down at her.
Tong Mo gritted her teeth, then pushed him down, "You started this fire, so naturally you have to put it out!"
Why does this seem a bit off?
Isn’t this line usually the man’s?
- At this moment, a crab floated by -
After a night passed.
Tong Mo couldn’t get up...