Mo Yunchen grasped Qin Qin’s hand, looking earnestly into her eyes, "Very good, I really like it, but from now on, you’re not allowed to do it yourself, I would feel distressed."
She finished knitting a scarf so quickly, evidently staying up late last night, which explained why she was catching up on sleep earlier. Realizing she had stayed up to knit for him, a surge of pity welled up in Mo Yunchen, and he fondly caressed her small hand.
Qin Qin uttered a hiss, frowning slightly as he lifted her hand to see several cuts on the pad of her left index finger.
Mo Yunchen’s phoenix eyes turned icy, Qin Qin tried to withdraw her hand, but he wouldn’t allow it. It was her first time knitting a scarf, and it was inevitable for a novice to prick her fingers with the needles. She was truly tired last night and didn’t pay much attention to the cuts, thinking they were just minor issues, not expecting him to notice.
"It’s fine, just some small cuts. I’ll apply some medicine, and it will be okay soon. Don’t make that face," she said.
Qin Qin pulled her hand back, grabbing Mo Yunchen’s face and pushing and pulling at it, refusing to let him stare at her so gloomily.
"There won’t be a next time."
Qin Qin noncommittally nodded along, "Got it, there won’t be a next time."
He spoke coldly, "Bring out the medicine."
She took out a bottle of golden sore medicine, Qin Qin pursed her lips. Her precious golden sore medicine was to be used for minor cuts? It was indeed an overkill.
Scooping a little bit of the medicine, Mo Yunchen gently applied it to Qin Qin’s fingertip, then found a band-aid to cover the cut.
Looking at the band-aid on her finger, she wanted to roll her eyes. Such a small matter turned into a big deal, it was just some cuts, and yet a band-aid was necessary.
"Let’s eat!" Taking her other hand, Mo Yunchen, wearing the not-so-stylish scarf, stepped out.
"Mo Yunchen, it’s not cold inside the house, you don’t need to keep wearing it, do you?"
In Mo Yunchen’s villa, warmth permeated every corner, yet he still wore a scarf, indifferent to how the house staff might view it.
Just as Qin Qin had predicted, when Mo Yunchen walked out, several servants turned their gaze towards the scarf around his neck, eyes filled with shock.
Sitting at the dining table, Steward Wei spent moments alternately staring at the scarf around Mo Yunchen’s neck and then at Mo Yunchen.
Looking up at Steward Wei, Mo Yunchen was met with a forced smile, "Master Mo’s scarf looks quite nice."
Hearing Steward Wei’s compliment, Mo Yunchen smiled, "Hmm, I think so too."
Steward Wei expected a cold response from Mo Yunchen and was surprised to hear him actually engage in conversation and even agree with him. What was going on?
Qin Qin bowed her head to eat, really not in the mood for conversation. When had her scarf become nice? She could tell that Steward Wei’s comment was flattery, and yet Mo Yunchen happily played along. It was truly embarrassing.
"Madam knitted it, right?" Steward Wei smiled lightly, glancing at the embarrassed Qin Qin. The scarf didn’t seem like a designer item, and the knitting was average at best. It must have been Madam’s work that encouraged Master Mo to wear it and think it looked pleasing. Master Mo’s affection for Madam ran deep.
"Hmm!" Mo Yunchen replied cheerfully, a departure from his past reserve when speaking with Steward Wei.
"Madam is truly virtuous, Master Mo is a lucky man," Steward Wei said, clearly sensing the gentle aura emanating from Mo Yunchen. It seemed her flattery had hit the mark; from now on, as long as she praised Madam, Master Mo would surely be pleased.
The next day, Mo Yunchen asked Qin Qin to wrap yesterday’s scarf around him the moment he got up.
Qin Qin could only oblige, helping Mo Yunchen put it on before watching him leave the villa in high spirits.
Outside the villa, Mo Sheng leaned against the car, watching Mo Yunchen approach steadily. His eyes widened, "Mo... Master Mo, are you sure about wearing that scarf?"
Mo Yunchen’s hawk-like eyes swept over Mo Sheng coldly, causing Mo Sheng to shrink his neck. Had he said something wrong?
The scarf clearly didn’t match, especially not with Master Mo’s crisp suit.
Once Mo Yunchen got into the car, a servant sidled up to Mo Sheng and whispered, "That was hand-knitted by the lady, Assistant Sheng."
"Ah, no way." No wonder he had received a cold look from Master Mo. How was he supposed to know the lady had knitted it?!
In the car, Mo Sheng turned with a smile, "Master Mo, that’s a great scarf. Where did you buy it?"
Mo Yunchen looked up from his papers, his handsome face and eagle eyes expressionless, "You’ve overdone it with the flattery!"
"Ah!" He felt so wronged.
Arriving at Mo Corporation, Mo Yunchen strode ahead, followed by a visibly sour Mo Sheng. Upon disembarking, Master Mo of their household had assigned him to work overtime until midnight. He knew he should have kept his mouth shut, especially about criticizing Madam’s items. How could he have been so foolish? With a scarf as unique as that, except for being made by Madam, how else could Master Mo possibly wear it?