Chapter 326: I'm Sleeping in Mo Suizhi's Room Tonight

Hardly had she spoken a word when Chu Yao’s cold eyes swept across, the fox-like glimmer in her eyes half-drooping, as a chill tinged even the tips of her eyebrows.

“Tell your lady, I’m sleeping in Mo Suizhi’s room tonight,”

Chu Yao didn’t make it difficult for them, she casually dropped a line and then, cradling a vase, descended the stairs.

Only after hearing the footsteps in the stairwell did they snap back to reality and hurriedly went to find Madam Mo.

After knocking twice on the door, Mo Suizhi opened it with a remote.

Seeing Chu Yao standing outside the door, he was somewhat surprised.

“Xiao Yao, why is it you?”

Chu Yao walked in, her toes closing the door behind her, and glanced at the untouched meal on the coffee table.

She asked, “Why aren’t you eating?”

“Not feeling hungry,” Mo Suizhi shook his head, vaguely casting a look at her, his eyes somewhat evasive, “Don’t take seriously what Dad said at the dinner table.

I won’t agree to it, and you don’t have to feel troubled.”

Chu Yao nonchalantly replied with a sound and found a place to set down the vase, “Picked from the flower room, they bloomed quite nicely, so I’ll just leave them here for you.”

She took a seat on the sofa, picked up chopsticks and grabbed some food.

The coffee table was temperature controlled, so the food hadn’t cooled and still tasted good.

After all the commotion, she felt a bit hungry.

Mo Suizhi added another bowl of rice and placed it in front of her, “I noticed you didn’t eat much for dinner either, what’s up with that?”

“I already ate outside with Zhenzhen; Big Brother brought me back to say hello to you all.”

“Oh.”

Using her chopsticks, Chu Yao tapped on him, “Let’s eat together.”

“Okay.”

Mo Suizhi scooped himself another bowl of rice.

His wheelchair was somewhat high, and it would be inconvenient to place the bowl on the coffee table, so he held it in his hand while eating.

He placed a piece of sweet and sour sparerib in front of Chu Yao.

She looked up, and Mo Suizhi smiled, “You’ve loved sweet flavors since you were a child.

Dad made sure to prepare several dishes you like.

Try them, see if you’re still used to the flavors.”

Chu Yao frowned almost imperceptibly at the mention of Mo Li.

“Right, have they prepared a room for you?

Which floor is it on?”

“My room has been sealed,” Chu Yao leaned back and, fixing her gaze on Mo Suizhi’s somewhat childish face, said indifferently, “I’m sleeping here tonight.”

Mo Suizhi, who was serving her chicken soup, paused for a moment, nearly spilling it, before calmingly placing it before her, “You really don’t need to worry.

Even if you don’t marry me, this is still your home; no one can force you.”

Chu Yao looked at him with a smile, “What if I’m doing it voluntarily?”

“Xiao Yao, you…”

Mo Suizhi’s face turned red, his breath hitching, his hands retracting with a slight tremble.

He thought Chu Yao was joking; yet there she sat, with a soft pillow tucked behind her, her neck resting against the back of the sofa, her head slightly tilted, the corners of her lips faintly curved in a cool smile, her eyes unflinchingly fixed on him.

Always smiling.

Smiling so much that he began to feel helpless.

Suddenly, the door was fiercely kicked, but it didn’t open.

The sound of angry pounding followed, along with the agitated voice of Madam Mo: “Chu Yao!

I know you’re in there, get the hell out!

Get out of this house!”

Mo Suizhi startled, glanced at Chu Yao with a guilty conscience, but saw no change in her expression; instead, it was he who took a deep breath and used the remote to lock the door.

“Are you not satisfied with the chaos you’ve brought upon this house?

Now you’ve sunk to ensnaring Suizhi, you shameless wretch!

Get the hell out now!”

The smile on Chu Yao’s lips faintly faded.

Mo Suizhi maneuvered his wheelchair to the door, separated by the barrier, he spoke, “Mom, please keep your words clean.

Xiao Yao hasn’t done anything; I invited her over for a chat.”