Farm Girl's Manor
Chapter 781: Catching in the Act (2)_1

Chapter 781: Chapter 781: Catching in the Act (2)_1

Thinking of this, Mo Qingze pondered his words and reminded gently, "Yun Jin, the Liu Family’s niece will turn sixteen next year, and so Brother Jianan will be able to have her stay at home for the New Year’s Eve dinner."

How could Shen Ji not understand the meaning of these words? His face suddenly turned pale.

Seeing this, Mo Qingze felt somewhat reluctant to cause him pain, but a short pain is better than a long one. Suffering now was better than suffering for a lifetime.

In the end, Shen Ji accepted the fact that the woman he adored already had a fiancé, but his complexion never really improved.

Mo Qingze sighed inwardly and consoled Shen Ji for a bit. Seeing him just nodding vaguely with a still unpleasant complexion, it was clear that he wasn’t really listening, so Mo Qingze decided to leave for the time being to let him think things through.

Mo Qingze did not reveal the true purpose of his visit this time and did not plan to bring it up again in the future.

Looking at the courtyard glistening with accumulated snow, Mo Qingze, who had intended to return to his room, paused midstep and turned towards the room where Mo Yan was staying.

As he entered the courtyard and saw that the light was still on in the room, just as he was wondering about it, he abruptly saw two shadows cast upon the window—one tall, one short—drawing closer and closer until they were about to embrace. His heart leapt up to his throat.

Who was that? Why would anyone be in his daughter’s room at this late hour, displaying such intimacy?

Without giving it much thought, Mo Qingze rushed forward and pushed open the ajar door, only to see a tall, somewhat familiar figure with his back turned, already holding someone in his arms. Faced with him and looking shocked, if not his daughter, who else could it be?

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In the living room, upon knowing that someone had set his sights on his precious daughter a year ago, Mo Qingze’s face turned as dark as the bottom of a wok. Sitting on the sofa for a long time without moving, his gentle eyes turned into awls, glaring daggers at the erect form of Xiao Ruiyuan standing before him, finding everything about him increasingly irksome, wishing he could poke holes in this ill-intentioned fellow.

It had never crossed his mind that this man could be involved with his precious daughter. When he saw them embracing each other, he nearly charged forward to throw out the man who dared to deceive his daughter, regardless of whether he was the powerful General Xiao or not.

Under the "baptism" of Mo Qingze’s sharp gaze, Xiao Ruiyuan had contemplated many ways of explaining his relationship with Mo Yan to Mo Qingze but never expected they would be caught in the midst of solitude together.

Facing the stern Mo Qingze, his first feeling was not guilt but fear, fear of leaving a bad impression on the father of the woman he loved, of being rejected in his courtship, and never being allowed to visit again.

If that were truly the case, he didn’t dare imagine what irretrievable actions he might take in a moment of impulse to be with his beloved.

The two men, one seated and one standing, neither wanted to break the silence first. The atmosphere in the room was tense and oppressive, with no one knowing what might happen the next moment.

"Dad, please have some tea first!" Mo Yan, carrying freshly brewed Cloud and Mist Tea, came over and cautiously placed it in front of her father, breaking the heavy atmosphere in the room.

"Hmph!" Mo Qingze, with a stern face, humphed but eventually picked up the tea cup and took a light sip. Although he was annoyed with his daughter for being unsophisticated, she was so young, what could she understand? Surely it must be this man before him who was to blame, having deceived her.

Seeing her father willing to drink the tea, Mo Yan quietly breathed a sigh of relief and said with a desire to please, "Dad, how is the tea? Is it more fragrant than before?"

Previously not proficient in the tea roasting business, and not grasping the heat properly, she had become more skilled after several attempts, naturally producing better tea.

Mo Qingze looked at his daughter’s eager expression, and even though he had objections in his heart, he didn’t have the heart to scold her: "Indeed, it’s good! Go back to your room now, Dad needs to have a proper talk with Sir Xiao."