Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

Chapter 2207: Chapter 11: His Adam’s Apple Bobbed as He Suppressed a Certain Thought…

In the evening, while Qin Qingqing was working in the study, Mo Ziye came to her house again.

Hearing the door, she turned her head to look, meeting his gaze standing at the door. Her eyes flickered with surprise. He left in the afternoon in a less-than-pleasant mood, so why did he come again?

Against the light, his eyes were deep, with a layer of coolness on his handsome features. His good-looking eyebrows knitted slightly, seemingly displeased that she was still sick and treating herself this way.

“Come downstairs for dinner.”

After a brief exchange of glances, Mo Ziye stepped toward her.

Qin Qingqing turned to look at the computer; in a few minutes, she’d be finished with the drawing.

Her hands didn’t stop, and she said lightly, “I’m not hungry yet. You don’t need to worry about me.”

“Your drawings are quite good, and the group is short of people. You can start working when you recover in a couple of days.”

“I’m not going.”

She refused without hesitation.

The next second, Qin Qingqing felt a chill on her back.

“Are you afraid of facing me every day?”

Mo Ziye’s lips curved up with a playful arc, reaching out to pull her up, forcing her gaze to meet his.

Qin Qingqing’s breath caught for a moment.

Looking at his sharp eyes, her expression changed several times, and she frowned, “You’re overthinking.”

“Don’t forget, you’re one of the three major shareholders of the group…”

“Who said major shareholders have to go to work? I’m not used to the nine-to-five lifestyle; I want to start my own studio.”

“Your own studio?”

Mo Ziye wasn’t surprised by her response; Zhang Minghui had already told him a few days ago that Qin Qingqing wanted to start her own studio.

“If you’re starting your own studio, why are you working so hard?” His gaze swept over the drawing on her computer, not forgetting work even while sick.

He pulled her, turning to leave, “Let’s go downstairs and eat first. You can work after your cold gets better. Wherever you want to open your studio, you’re probably unfamiliar with G City after being away for four years, so let Zhang Minghui help you find a location when the time comes.”

After saying that, Qin Qingqing had already been pulled out of the master bedroom, heading toward the stairs.

She felt somewhat baffled.

Not understanding how the person who had just sarcastically questioned her for not wanting to go to work suddenly wasn’t angry and even wanted to help her find a location.

Suddenly, the words Zhang Minghui said on the day of her return echoed in her ears.

Before her brain could decide, her mouth already spoke, “Doesn’t your luxury brand street still have shops available? Just rent one to me.”

She was surprised, not just at herself.

Mo Ziye, who was pulling her, suddenly turned back.

Because of his sudden stop and turn, Qin Qingqing bumped directly into his chest.

Her heartbeat suddenly went awry.

In the entangled breath, the man’s gaze on her deepened.

His eyes clearly filled with surprise.

Qin Qingqing instinctively leaned back, struggling in his grip but unable to escape, trying to create a slight distance to avoid being unsettled by his presence.

“You know that street?”

After a while, he asked softly.

His locked eyes deep and sharp.

He had crafted it himself.

Since they broke up, and three months after she went abroad, he started on it.

Qin Qingqing’s hand, held by him, struggled again, her voice somewhat stiff, “I saw it when I returned.”

“Have you been shopping there?”

The sharpness in his eyes was replaced by a gentle streak, and his magnetic voice seemed to bear a trace of suppressed emotion.

If not listened to carefully, it wouldn’t be easily noticed.

Qin Qingqing blinked and gently shook her head, “I went back to A City the day after returning to the country, so I haven’t had the chance to shop yet.”

“Then let’s go after dinner.”

“Ah?”

For a moment, Qin Qingqing didn’t react.

How did a few words lead to this?

She replayed his words in her mind, confirming he said to go after dinner.

Before she could decide whether to agree or refuse, Mo Ziye was already smiling.

His mood suddenly brightened, “Let’s go. After dinner, I’ll take you shopping. G City has changed a lot in the past four years; I’ll take you for a tour later.”

He spoke with clarity and joy.

Different from the deep voice earlier, yet with a captivating charm.

Qin Qingqing was infected by his good mood, a smile appearing on her exquisite face, “Sure, I haven’t shopped yet anyway. Brother Little Hui even said that if I come back in a few more years, I won’t be able to find my own home.”

Mo Ziye laughed aloud, “He’s right. If you come back in a few more years, you won’t be able to find your home. They originally had plans for this area.”

But he had prevented it.

Not only had he stopped any ideas of moving this area from above, but he had also bought up the other villas.

Apart from their family and a few others, there are no other people in this area.

Compared to his father, Mo Xiuchen, who only wanted to accompany his mother, Wen Ran, Mo Ziye had much bigger dreams.

Over the past few years, he has not only expanded Haochen’s products to more than a dozen countries, becoming one of the ten youngest Forbes billionaires, but he also demands a high quality of life.

The reason he bought the other villas in this area was because he wanted to build a castle.

“What were the plans?”

Qin Qingqing asked with astonishment.

Her eyes twinkling like stars in the night sky, bright and dazzling.

Mo Ziye looked at her like this and smelled the familiar fragrance on her, his Adam’s apple slightly rolling, suppressing a thought that flashed across his mind.

He said indifferently, “That was something from the past. I’ll tell you about it when there’s a chance in the future.”

“Young Master Yi, Miss Qingqing.”

Downstairs, the maid saw Mo Ziye holding Qin Qingqing’s hand coming down, her eyes flashed with surprise, then she greeted them with joy.

“Auntie, serve the food on the table,”

Mo Ziye instructed, then pulled Qin Qingqing to the dining room, seating her on a chair.

The maid quickly served the dishes.

Because of Qin Qingqing’s cold, there were only two vegetarian dishes and no meat.

“Eat.”

“Just these two dishes?”

Qin Qingqing glanced at the dishes on the table and turned to look toward the dining room door.

After waiting for a minute, she didn’t see the maid bringing in more dishes.

Mo Ziye picked up a piece of heart of the vegetable and put it in her bowl, saying lightly, “You can’t eat meat right now because of the cold.”

“Aren’t you eating?”

Qin Qingqing didn’t mind.

But Mo Ziye liked eating meat.

Mo Ziye raised an eyebrow and smiled, “It’s okay to skip meat for one meal.”

Hearing this, Qin Qingqing didn’t say anything more and bowed her head to focus on eating.

For a moment, the dining room was devoid of conversation, only the light sounds of chopsticks touching plates could be heard.

Yet the atmosphere didn’t feel stagnant.

The air instead flowed with a subtle warmth.

It was as if they had returned to four years ago.

From the initial rupture to now sitting calmly together eating dinner, neither Mo Ziye nor Qin Qingqing had expected this day to come, and so soon.

After all, having lived together for eighteen years, that sense of tacit understanding hadn’t faded despite four years of separation.

When Qin Qingqing put down her chopsticks, Mo Ziye instinctively pulled out a napkin and handed it to her.