Chapter 332: I Want to Return to the Entertainment Industry Support Me

Oh dear.

He got angry, didn’t he?

Chu Yao stared at the homewear, which matched the trousers, black—as was his consistent style.

But wasn’t her own outfit also conventional?

Even more conservative.

A flicker of light flashed through her eyes but quickly disappeared, with a deeper smile at the corners of her mouth.

When she stepped out, Mo Tingshen was on the balcony smoking, one hand in his pocket, his back facing the walk-in closet.

Without a word, Chu Yao took his cigarette and stubbed it out in the ashtray.

“You have a bad stomach, don’t smoke.”

Mo Tingshen’s face was somber, showing no emotion.

“Have you decided where you’ll stay?”

“That newly renovated apartment of yours.”

As soon as she spoke, Mo Tingshen grabbed his coat and put it on.

“Let’s go.”

Downstairs, the scent of chicken soup wafted from the kitchen.

Mo Li and Mo Suizhi were in the dining room; Mo Suizhi was discussing the lunch menu with the kitchen staff, thankful for his childhood as a medicated kid, knowledgeable about medicine, made sure the prescribed dishes contained no conflicting ingredients.

“Just these, make them light, and remember to skim off the oil from the chicken soup.”

He handed the menu to the servants, about to say something to Mo Li, when his gaze traveled past Mo Li’s shoulder, staring toward the living room.

“Big brother, Xiao Yao.”

Mo Suizhi saw Mo Tingshen was dressed formally.

“Big brother, are you going out?”

Mo Tingshen: “I’m taking Xiao Yao to her place.”

“Moving out to stay?”

“Moving out?!”

The voices of Mo Suizhi and Mo Li rose simultaneously.

Mo Li turned, his face stern, “Where are you planning to take your sister, here is her home!”

Mo Tingshen retorted sarcastically, “Is it, this is her home?”

Mo Li was choked up, said sternly, “Past misunderstandings were all mistakes, we’ve turned the page, no one will mention it again, we’ll continue to live under one roof as before.”

“I won’t allow it.”

Mo Tingshen faced the dining room; it was unclear if it was deliberate, but his body obscured Chu Yao standing behind him.

“Dad, I advise you not to check where Xiao Yao is living.”

Mo Li clenched his teeth: “What if I insist on checking?”

“You try.” Mo Tingshen spoke three words slowly.

He reached his hand backward; Chu Yao obediently extended her hand.

Before she autonomously moved it into the palm of his hand, he accurately grasped her hand as if he had eyes on the back of his head.

Mo Li held back the urge to chase after them and angrily threw down his knife and fork.

“Your big brother is completely acting up!”

Mo Suizhi didn’t make a sound, the light in his eyes dimming.

The house was in Feisheng, the best location.

The car stopped in the garage.

Mo Tingshen told her the password, “All the houses under your name have this password, it hasn’t changed, everything inside from furniture to kitchenware is complete, there are also clothes, if there is anything you’re not comfortable with, call me.”

He didn’t unbuckle his seatbelt, showing no intention to get out.

Hearing the sound of Chu Yao’s seatbelt, his eyebrows twitched imperceptibly.

However, a minute passed, and he didn’t hear the sound of the car door opening.

Mo Tingshen turned his head; Chu Yao was leaning back against the car door, her eyes fixed on him, looking pitiful.

The moment he looked over, she reached out to pull on his sleeve.

Without saying a word, her eyes were irresistibly compelling.

Mo Tingshen shook off her hand, “What do you want?

Say it.”

Chu Yao: “I want to return to the entertainment industry, support me.”

Mo Tingshen agreed immediately, “Can do.”

Her lips slightly curved, she chuckled softly, muttered thanks perfunctorily, and then got out of the car.

Only then did Mo Tingshen watch her, walking away without turning back, her brisk footsteps, the oversized homewear unable to conceal her statuesque figure.

Partially hidden is most fatal.