Hurriedly, Shi Nianyao picked up an uncracked egg and threw it into the hotpot.
When it was cooked, she fished it out, peeled it and wrapped it in a towel. “Here, let me apply this. It’s really effective and you’ll be able to go back to filming tomorrow.”
Mo Xicheng sat there without moving.
The happiness that he had felt being with Shi Nianyao had now turned to nothing.
He watched silently as Shi Nianyao fumbled around clumsily. He did not make a sound, even when the piping hot hard-boiled egg was applied to his face.
Shi Nianyao kept muttering, “This should be the right way to do it, right? I think it should be right?”
Mo Xicheng couldn’t help but reach out for her hand.
She froze and looked at him.
He started to speak unhurriedly, “Nianyao...”
Immediately, she reached out and covered his mouth with her other hand. “Mo Xicheng, I like you, not your status, not your family. I only like you. Please say no more, ok?”
She bit her lip. “What did you mean when you said that I may not even want to marry you? I’m telling you, all my life my dream has been to marry you, be your wife!”
“It’s ok if your mother doesn’t like me. We don’t have to live together after we get married. And if she comes over once in a while, I won’t speak, just how I was now. I’ll put up with her.”
“Mo Xicheng, I really really like you. Please, don’t talk about breaking up, ok?”
As she said this, tears started to roll down her face.
Mo Xicheng opened his mouth and started, “Nianyao, I—”
In her desperation, she stuffed the hard-boiled egg into his mouth and said, “You haven’t eaten much of the hotpot dinner. Here, have more!”
He spat out the egg in his mouth and said, “This egg is the one you applied on my face.”
He took her hand and said, “I promise you I won’t talk about breaking up. But you have to promise me too that you will let me know when things get too hard and you can no longer take it. I don’t wish for you to live your life in embarrassment and regret.”
While he was willing to give her a relationship that she would always remember...
He didn’t wish to give her an unforgettably traumatic marriage.
So I have to apologize, Nianyao, I can only date you, but I can’t marry you.
As Mo Xicheng was contemplating this, his cell phone rang.
He picked it up and froze when he saw the caller ID on the screen.
Shi Nianyao followed his gaze and tried to peer at the screen. Mo Xicheng picked up the call. “Hello.”
A gentle and cultured voice came from the other end of the line. “How are you, Mo Xicheng?”
“Is it convenient for you to meet me for a short while?”
Mo Xicheng lowered his head immediately and said, “Ok, where are you now? I’ll go over right away.”
“I’m at the hotpot restaurant in front of your filming set.”
Mo Xicheng shot up from his seat, opened the private room door and saw a woman standing at the entrance of the hotpot restaurant.
He said hurriedly, “I’ll come over now.”
After he hung up, he looked at Shi Nianyao and said, “Mo Zhi’s mother is looking for me. I’ll go over and check out the situation.”
Shi Nianyao nodded immediately.
As Mo Xicheng was walking out of the hotpot restaurant, Madam Mo seemed to have run into someone she knew and was talking to him.
“Old Liu, I didn’t think I’d run into you here,” Madam Mo said in surprise.
The man called Old Liu smiled at once. When he saw Mo Xicheng, his eyes lit up and said to Madam Mo, “This must be your son? He certainly inherited the same artistic charm you had in your youth!”