Si Mingjing spread open the book’s cover for Mo Yinhe to see. "It’s about Western medicine. On Prison Star, due to the lack of equipment, I understood some Western medicine but lacked practical experience. I also knew very little about the relevant literature. Now that I’ve arrived on Earth, I want to learn more."
Mo Yinhe noticed a few other books on the table beside them. He picked one up at random and sat down quietly next to her to read.
Si Mingjing stole glances at him out of the corner of her eye. Couldn’t this man stand the smell of durian? Why isn’t he leaving?
"Mr. Mo, aren’t you going to have dinner?"
Mo Yinhe’s long legs were leisurely crossed. He leaned lazily against the tatami, casually flipping through the book. As he browsed, he said, "I’m not hungry either."
Is *his* hunger really the point here?
Si Mingjing complained inwardly, I’ll see how long you can hold out.
So, the idle evening hours passed with the two of them sitting by the bay window, each reading their own book, not disturbing the other.
The setting sun crept in through the window, casting its glow on their profiles. Si Mingjing’s hair took on a golden sheen, suffused with a beautiful yet hazy charm.
Ye Shen was waiting for Mo Yinhe to have dinner. After a long wait with no sign of him, Ye Shen went to look for him. Upon entering the room, he was shocked. His brother was casually sitting by the durian-scented bay window, reading a book! The sight completely startled him.
The scene was so beautiful and harmonious. If Ye Shen weren’t certain Si Mingjing was sitting beside him, he would have thought his brother was accompanying his sister-in-law while she read.
"Bro, I thought you hated the smell of durian the most. How can you stand such a strong durian odor?"
Si Mingjing put on an apologetic expression, feigning surprise. "Oh? Mr. Mo, you hate the smell of durian? Why didn’t you say so sooner? If you had told me, I wouldn’t have eaten it in front of you."
Mo Yinhe lazily looked up and glared at Ye Shen. "Who said I don’t like the smell of durian?"
"But haven’t you always found it unbearable?"
As soon as Ye Shen finished speaking, Mo Yinhe reached out, took a piece of durian from the plate, and put it in his mouth. He ate it slowly and deliberately, with an air of elegance and nobility.
Ye Shen’s eyes almost popped out of his head. ...
His mind was reeling with question marks. ???
A jolt went through Ye Shen, as if his vital channels had suddenly been cleared! !!!
"I get it now!" Ye Shen suddenly exclaimed.
So his brother’s lovesickness had found its catalyst!
Ye Shen was stunned. He hadn’t expected Si Mingjing to be able to cure even his brother’s lovesickness. This woman was truly impressive!
Si Mingjing looked up at him curiously. "What do you get?"
This kid... hadn’t he told her Mo Yinhe couldn’t stand the smell of durian? So why was Mo Yinhe eating it now?
This kid is just a naïve fool. His words really can’t be taken seriously!
Si Mingjing inwardly admitted defeat!
She had never won a battle against Mo Yinhe!
Ye Shen immediately clapped a hand over his mouth, his expression that of someone who had discovered a momentous secret he couldn’t reveal. His muffled voice leaked out from between his fingers, "Bro, Grandpa and Grandma are waiting for you for dinner. Miss Si, you should come too."
"I’ve already eaten," Si Mingjing said.
Ye Shen suddenly became enthusiastic. "So what? You only had a piece of durian cake. You’ll definitely be hungry later. Grandma was just saying she’s waiting for you to have dinner with us. Come on, let’s go, don’t dawdle..."
"Then I’ll go change my clothes."
Old Madam Ye was waiting for her for dinner; it wouldn’t be polite to refuse.
When she entered the walk-in closet, she was surprised to find the previously empty space now full. The wardrobe was stocked with a complete range of coats and winter attire, along with matching hats, gloves, and shoes—all the outfits she had tried on while shopping with Mo Yinhe earlier that day.
Si Mingjing was speechless. ...