“I don’t think it’s possible either,” Luosang said as she rubbed her belly. “Last time, Chi Shengxu called me and told me that you’re with An Ning.”
Hearing An Ning’s name, Mo Liuxi’s expression slightly changed. “You’re married, but you’re still in contact with Chi Shengxu? Does Nian Junting know about this? Do you need me to tell him?”
Luosang gave him a glare and replied, “How dare you. We are just friends. We talk occasionally. What’s the deal with you and An Ning? She’s An Lan’s sister after all.”
“Are you talking about the little girl who came to your wedding with An Lan?” Mo Jin asked. He eyes were glowing. “She looks adorable and lively.”
“I have no interest in adorable and lively girls,” Mo Liuxi blandly said. “Isn’t Chi Shengxu an actor? He’s supposed to be busy. Why does he have so much time?”
“He cares for you,” Luosang said. “What kind of girl do you like?”
“The ones as quiet as a dead fish,” Mo Liuxi replied.
Luosang didn’t know how to respond to that. She took a sip of hot water and said, “Keep a distance from her if you don’t like her. Don’t flirt with her.”
“I got it,” Mo Liuxi said.
At lunchtime, Nian Junting got off work and came home. He held Luosang in his arms and asked, “My dear wife, did you miss me?”
Luosang was still angry at him since earlier he had said that she was fat. She lazily gave him a glare. “Didn’t I see you this morning?”
“Well, I missed you, so I thought you’d miss me too.” Nian Junting lowered his head to look into her eyes.
Luosang snorted, “I don’t dare miss you. I’m like a ball now.”
Nian Junting smiled at her and said, “Even if you’re like a ball, I wouldn’t dare roll you. I’d hold you in my hands carefully.”
Luosang squeezed his thigh. Those were not pleasant words.
Nian Junting dodged in pain and said, “Luo, I was just trying to say some tasteless love words.”
Mo Jin spouted the water in her mouth. Her son-in-law honestly had terrible etiquette.
Luosang found him both funny and annoying. “Is that how you say tasteless love words? Where did you even hear the term tasteless love words from?”
“Xiao Si is learning about that lately. He explained it to me roughly, and I think I got it.” Nian Junting answered the question honestly.
“You got it?” Luosang laughed. “Forget it. Please stop learning that.”
If she had to hear those kind of tasteless love words every day, she might give birth to the baby ahead of the schedule.
Nian Junting frowned. He hardly spent time learning how to say love words before, but she actually turned him down once he tried. Without knowing what else to say to her, he turned to Mo Liuxi. “Can you please not be the third wheel while Lu Kang goes after Yan Su?”
Mo Liuxi lazily picked up a piece of watermelon and said, “They needed me.”
Nian Junting didn’t know how to respond. Sometimes, he felt that Mo Liuxi was a master of conversations.
“Can you not eat the cake that he made at least?” he asked.
“Don’t worry, I won’t eat it. It’s not good.” Mo Liuxi shook his head.
Nian Junting fell into silence again.
“Ignore him,” Mo Jin said. “He’s just a sharp-tongued boy.”
“It’s alright,” Nian Junting said. “Thankfully, Lu Kang isn’t here.”
He figured he needed to remind Lu Kang to make better cake.
…
Mo Liuxi stayed in the house for the night and left Sunday evening. Mo Jin went to Luosang’s place for dinner.
“That boy finally left,” she said with a sigh. “He’s so difficult to serve.”
“Mom, you barely did anything for him,” Luosang honestly said. “You didn’t even cook for him.”
Mo Jin coughed slightly and said, “I had to put up with his sour face.”
