Seeing that Duanmu Zhe’s face had turned pitch black, Chu Jin asked, "But you’ve only known each other for two days. Are you sure this is liking someone? Do you understand him?"
"Anyway, I just like him. Jin, you don’t know; when he smiles at me, I feel like the whole world stands still..." Mo Qingyi hadn’t finished her sentence when Duanmu Zhe sitting on the sofa ’snap’ tossed the silver lighter onto the coffee table and then stood up, striding towards the door.
"Little Zhe, why are you leaving? Stay and have dinner with us," Mrs. Mo called out from the kitchen.
"No, thank you, Auntie," Duanmu Zhe turned around, politely said to Mrs. Mo, "I just remembered I have something to do at home." With that, he left.
Mrs. Mo immediately turned her gaze to Mo Qingyi, "Did you make Little Zhe angry again?" She had been in the kitchen and hadn’t heard Mo Qingyi’s earth-shattering words just now.
Mo Qingyi was also totally confused, "Who knows about him, his face was all gloomy in the car for no reason..."
A fish was still steaming in the pot. Mrs. Mo didn’t speak further and hurriedly walked towards the kitchen.
Chu Jin glanced sideways and asked in a low voice, "Did you mention your male idol in the car just now?"
"Yeah," Mo Qingyi nodded and then looked at Chu Jin with a puzzled expression, "Jin, how did you know?"
Chu Jin lightly raised her delicate eyebrows, teasingly said, "Maybe Duanmu is jealous?"
Mo Qingyi glared at her, "What are you talking about, we’re the best of buddies!"
Chu Jin just smiled, not saying another word.
Mo Qingyi, being oblivious, was lost in her own world, but Chu Jin as the bystander saw everything quite clearly. If Duanmu Zhe really saw Mo Qingyi as just a good buddy, he wouldn’t have reacted the way he just did.
However, romance is a matter between two people, and it’s not right for an outsider to intercede. Since even Duanmu Zhe himself hadn’t broached the subject, she had no place to say much, stopping at a hint.
"Jin, I might really fall hard this time. The moment I close my eyes, my mind is full of his smiling face," Mo Qingyi hugged Chu Jin’s arm, resting her head on her shoulder, staring at the ceiling with a smile. Her gaze was both passionate and tender.
The picture of a girl in the throes of a first love.
"Right!" Mo Qingyi suddenly sat upright, taking out her phone from her pocket, "I even took a photo of my male idol. Want to see if he’s handsome?"
From the angle of the photo, it was clear it was taken sneakily. The boy was wearing a neat school uniform, standing amid a crowd, with a handsome and fair side profile, fresh, scholarly, and very distinctive, making the school uniform look exceptionally pleasing.
No wonder he had captured Mo Qingyi’s heart secretly.
"How is it? Jin," Mo Qingyi looked at Chu Jin expectantly, "Isn’t he handsome?"
Looking at the photo, Chu Jin nodded lightly, saying genuinely, "He is indeed quite handsome..."
A deep and magnetic voice came from overhead, "What are you looking at?"
Somewhat cold, yet familiar, Chu Jin’s voice stopped abruptly, and she slightly lifted her gaze, falling into a pair of profound phoenix eyes.
Mo Qingyi always feared this brother of hers, and immediately shoved her phone into her pocket in a panic, "Nothing, nothing. I’ll go to the kitchen to see if Mom needs any help." With that, she fled the living room like she was escaping.
"I’ll go with you." Chu Jin had always felt that since the end of the college entrance exams, Mr. Mo’s gaze at her had changed, becoming deeper and heavier, indescribably meaningful.
Chu Jin had just stood up when her wrist was grasped by him.
With a gentle pull, she found herself sitting on the long and strong legs of the man.
All his self-control and composure shattered in front of her.
Sensing his abnormal behavior, Chu Jin looked at Mo Zhixuan incredulously, really... two-faced!
Chu Jin tried to push him away, but as soon as her feet touched the carpet, she was pulled back by him, one arm around her waist, the other holding a cigarette, his cool lips curving into an arc, "Running away? Sit down, I have something to ask you."
Chu Jin resigned herself to not struggle, reaching out to feel Mr. Mo’s forehead, her lashes fluttering, "Do you have a fever?"
"Is he that handsome?" Mo Zhixuan’s hand tightened subconsciously, his voice deep and revealing his displeasure.
Any man, upon hearing his fiancée say another man is very handsome, would feel uncomfortable, even Mo Zhixuan was no exception.
His little girl, how could she think of another man beside him.
"..." Stunned for a moment, Chu Jin realized that Mr. Mo must have seen that photo, "Youth is indeed an asset."