Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

Chapter 2273: Chapter 77: Will You Be Foolish Again?

On the second day, Mo Ziye woke up later than Qin Qingqing.

To be exact, two minutes later than her.

He opened his eyes when Qingqing was getting out of bed. Seeing her being so careful, afraid of waking him up, his heart softened, and he lightly parted his thin lips, calling her name with a slightly hoarse voice, “Qingqing.”

Qingqing paused her movements.

She turned her face, her eyes smiling at him, “Good morning, Brother Ziyi.”

“Good morning.”

Mo Ziye’s lips curled into a joyful arc.

To open his eyes and see the woman he loves, for Mo Ziye, this is the happiest and most fulfilling feeling.

Maybe it was because she just woke up, Qingqing’s cheeks, as smooth as jade, were flushed with a pink blush like a thin layer of powder. Her eyelashes fluttered, looking indescribably fresh and lovely.

She has always been the most beautiful woman in his eyes.

“Brother Ziyi, why are you looking at me like that?”

Qingqing was a little confused by his gaze.

Instinctively, she raised her hand to touch her face, wondering if there was something on it after a night’s sleep.

No, it’s impossible for there to be anything on her face.

Mo Ziye said teasingly, “Of course, it’s because my Qingqing looks good.”

“Really?”

Qingqing felt sweet inside.

A charming smile bloomed between her brows, looking more lively and adorable.

…

When they were brushing their teeth together, Qingqing spoke with a mouth full of foam, making her words unclear, “Brother Ziyi, I’m not going to work today.”

Mo Ziye finished faster than her.

After spitting out the last mouthful of mouthwash, placing the cup and toothbrush aside, he turned around unhurriedly and glanced at her.

He smiled softly and indulgently, “Alright, but if you don’t go to work, I won’t see you all day, shouldn’t you give some benefits.”

“What benefits?”

Qingqing blinked and asked.

Mo Ziye raised an eyebrow, looking as if he expected her to figure it out.

Qingqing’s eyes flashed with mischief, suddenly leaning over, and kissed his handsome cheek with a mouth full of foam, then retreated two steps quickly. Seeing the foam on his face, she laughed like a little fox, proud and playful, “Brother Ziyi, is this okay?”

“What do you think?”

Mo Ziye squinted, raised his hand, and wiped the foam off his face.

Qingqing quickly nodded, smiling, “I think it’s okay, Brother Ziyi, you’ll have to go to work alone today.”

…

Holding hands as they walked downstairs, Qin Qingqing didn’t see the aunt and sniffed, which brought Mo Ziye’s teasing, “You’re not a dog, why are you sniffing? I told the aunt not to make breakfast today, we’ll go home to eat.”

If it weren’t for her sudden return to Imperial City that day, she would have already moved back to his home.

Qin Qingqing looked at him in surprise, “Brother Ziyi, when did you tell the aunt?”

He woke up even later than her this morning.

Mo Ziye just smiled silently, holding her hand as they walked out of the living room, leaving the villa, heading towards the Mo family.

On an autumn morning, the weather was already quite cool.

Mo Ziye placed Qin Qingqing’s hand in his jacket pocket and turned to ask her, “Are you cold?”

“Not cold.”

Qin Qingqing shook her head with a smile, this feeling hadn’t happened for a long time.

Though she had walked this road with him not long ago, it was different from this morning.

“Why are you smiling?”

A minute passed, and Mo Ziye asked again.

Qin Qingqing said with a bright smile, “Nothing, just that I’m very happy.”

“I’m very happy too.” Mo Ziye stopped walking, his narrow eyes restraining his smile, gazing deeply at the delicate and beautiful features of the woman in front of him.

After a moment, he spoke very seriously.

Qin Qingqing’s heart softly trembled at his words, she blurted out, “Brother Ziyi, we won’t separate again, right?”

The feeling of separation was too awful.

From childhood, she was spoiled, cherished, loved, and protected by him.

Always happy and blissful.

But those four years of separation, she felt the most bone-deep pain and helpless longing.

During those days miles apart, she tried to forget him, let him go, but always ended up missing him.

Sometimes, she truly hated him.

Hated him for being more indifferent than she was, for being able to let go.

Hated him for not visiting her for so many days and nights, and hated him for using such painful means to make her come back.

But without love, how could she hate him?

All the hatred was just grievances accumulated by the deep affection like the sea…

Mo Ziye looked at her serious brows and eyes, feeling a slight pain in his heart, his hand held tightly with hers in the pocket, his voice low and firm, “Hmm.”

Qingqing smiled, her brows and eyes blooming with a graceful, shimmering smile, revealing an endearing charm that made his heart ache, “Even if I act silly, you won’t let go of my hand, right?”

“Will you still act silly?”

Mo Ziye frowned.

The handsome expression slightly darkened.

Though they had reconciled.

The four years of separation were still a lingering pain in their hearts.

Mo Ziye has always been a proud man, from childhood till now, aside from having patience and love for Qingqing, he always kept other women at a distance, cold as ice.

Upon hearing her mention acting silly, he couldn’t help but feel a block in his heart.

Qin Qingqing immediately shook her head, almost raising her hand to swear, “No, I promise I won’t. Even if the sky falls down, I won’t leave you again.”

Mo Ziye didn’t speak.

Bo Yi’s lips pressed into a line.

The atmosphere, inexplicably oppressive.

Qin Qingqing saw that he was silent and felt uneasy, thinking he didn’t believe her, she softly called, “Brother Ziyi, I’m serious, don’t you believe me?”

“I believe you.”

Mo Ziye really couldn’t bear to see the girl he loves have even the slightest bit of unhappiness or grievance.

He replied gently, the frown on his brow relaxed, with a relieved smile at the corner of his lips.

As long as she doesn’t leave him again, everything else is negotiable.

The four years of separation, he doesn’t want to experience again.

And can’t bear it anymore.

The hand holding hers tightened slightly, while his other hand brushed away the hair blown by the wind covering her eyes, spoke softly, “Let’s go, or we’ll be late for breakfast.”

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