Mo Shu took a sip. It was fragrant, very strong. Googlᴇ search novel(ꜰ)ire.net
She remembered that as a child, Mo Shu was quite fond of it.
However, she didn’t dis taste, but she didn’t like it either.
On the contrary, while drinking it, Mo Shu found herself craving the sweet taste of taro paste.
"Hmm?" setting down her cup, Mo Shu raised an eyebrow, "What did you see? Gu Wenjuan falling into the water, or Yu Siqiao going to save her? Or could it be something else?"
Meng Yunjing quieted down for a moment, then smiled, "I didn’t expect him to be so enthusiastic."
Mo Shu’s lips curled up slightly, "Enthusiastic about what? If it weren’t for Gu Wenjuan, he wouldn’t have jumped in."
Meng Yunjing’s smile faded a bit, "His relationship with that Gu Wenjuan really doesn’t seem the same."
"It’s more than just different," Mo Shu shook her head, "If it wasn’t because I am Mo Shu, his current fiancée, it’s likely he would have changed partners long ago, right?"
"Knowing this, are you really content?" Meng Yunjing asked, a deep meaning fleeting across his eyes, "Since his eyes are filled with another woman, are you truly content to bear his children? Wasn’t it because your mother married such a man that she ended up with that fate?"
Meng Yunjing’s voice carried a hint of agitation. Mo Shu paused slightly, looking at him, but her peripheral vision caught a glimpse of another tall figure.
"It seems Mr. Meng is quite worried about your little matron aunt’s future," Yu Siqiao’s voice was cold and deep, with a trace of obvious displeasure, "Too bad your future matron uncle isn’t that kind of person. Thanks for your concern."
Yu Siqiao walked over and sat down right next to Mo Shu.
With a grim gaze turned towards her, Yu Siqiao coldly said, "No wonder you’re not dining with your own fiancé, turns out you have a prior engagement with your matron cousin."
Each use of ’matron aunt’, ’matron uncle’, and ’matron cousin’ made Meng Yunjing’s handsome brows slightly furrow.
Over the years, he had intentionally let the nuances of his kinship with Mo Shu fade.
Despite the generations between them, there was not an impossibility between him and Mo Shu.
But Yu Siqiao clung to kinship so tightly, constantly reminding him of his relationship with Mo Shu.
Mo Shu glanced at him, "Are you free?"
"A bit free," Yu Siqiao sneered, "If it weren’t for that, how would I know that I’ve become so dire in my future matron cousin’s heart?"
Meng Yunjing’s face darkened, and he said coldly, "You’ve always been terrible in my heart."
"Is that so," Yu Siqiao appeared unconcerned, and said slowly, "Then I’m really sorry."
Meng Yunjing, watching his smug expression, grew even more upset. But suddenly, he smiled, "Actually, I shouldn’t be the one to say this..."
"If you know, then why are you speaking?" Yu Siqiao was also smiling at him, "The matron cousin seems to be even more thoughtless than I imagined."
Ignoring what he said, Meng Yunjing continued, "But, I can’t help but be involved in Shushu’s matters. Forgive my bluntness, Young Master Yu, since you already have someone else in your heart, don’t delay her any longer. Now that the child is still young, perhaps it’s better for everyone to let each other go. What do you think?"
Yu Siqiao’s expression turned dark as he said coldly, "Since when did their matter need a third person to intervene?"
"It’s not the third," Meng Yunjing smiled, earnestly saying, "I’m the fourth."