Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

Chapter 2214: Chapter 18: What If I Want to Let You Decide?

“Aunt, Uncle, I’m heading home too.”

Nearby, Zhang Minghui listened to Wen Jin and Jing Xiaocha’s conversation with the uncle, his eyes lowered slightly, then he smiled and said goodbye to them.

Since graduating college, he moved out of the Wen Family house, using the money he earned over the years with Mo Ziye to buy a three-bedroom, two-living room apartment outside.

Wen Jin nodded, “Little Hui, drive safely on the way home.”

“Little Hui, try to stay out of Ziyi and Qingqing’s matters as much as you can. Their situation is a bit delicate right now, don’t stir things up, understand?”

Jing Xiaocha’s words were interrupted by Wen Jin secretly holding her hand. He took over her words and said, “Little Hui, Ziyi’s temper isn’t great, your aunt is worried he’ll drag you into things because of Qingqing.”

“I understand, Uncle, Aunt, don’t worry, I won’t interfere in Ziyi and Qingqing’s matters.”

After Zhang Minghui left, Wen Jin asked Jing Xiaocha, “What time did Little Hui and Qingqing arrive this afternoon?”

“Around four o’clock.”

Jing Xiaocha pursed her lips slightly and said calmly, “There’s something I haven’t told you.”

“Is it about Little Hui?”

“Yes.”

“Even if you don’t say it, I know. Let them be, he’s been by Ziyi’s side for years; he knows what to do and what not to do.”

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“Brother Ziyi, thank you…”

Outside the Qin villa.

Qin Qingqing couldn’t finish thanking Mo Ziye when she saw him unbuckling his seatbelt, opening the car door to get out.

Her eyes flashed with a trace of surprise, she hurried to unbuckle herself and get out of the car.

“Brother Ziyi, you don’t need to walk me in.”

“Momo has to work late tonight; let me give you a massage later.”

“No…”

“Last night was just an accident; it won’t happen again.”

Beside her, Mo Ziye stood tall and elegant, his handsome brows showing a cool indifference, really not a hint of interest in her.

Qin Qingqing’s expression altered slightly.

She pressed her lips together at his indifferent words, yet before she could reach to enter the password, Mo Ziye had already opened the door for her.

Her home was as familiar to him as his own.

“Get inside, it’s chilly standing here.”

Mo Ziye finished speaking, stepping into the house first.

Qin Qingqing followed behind him, watching his tall, slender back, an unusual feeling involuntarily rising in her heart.

“Do you want to see Xin Xin?”

Arriving at the doorway to the living room, Mo Ziye suddenly turned around.

Qin Qingqing almost bumped into him.

She froze, then asked in return, “Sister Momo told you?”

“Yes.”

Mo Ziye nodded, walking into the living room ahead.

Bending down, he took out slippers from the shoe cabinet for her, and then a pair for himself.

After those words, Qin Qingqing didn’t say anything more, she silently changed shoes.

One after the other, they walked to the sofa, Mo Ziye sat first, Qin Qingqing subsequently poured two glasses of water, handing one to him, taking a sip herself.

“If you want to see her, I can take you tomorrow.”

“Her leg?”

“She doesn’t want to use prosthetics; she’s been staying in a wheelchair.” Mo Ziye’s voice rang out with a slight coolness.

An unusual emotion flickered through Qin Qingqing’s heart; she lowered her eyes and sat down on the sofa beside him.

She didn’t place the cup on the coffee table, instead holding it in both hands.

This topic made the atmosphere inexplicably heavy.

Mo Ziye deeply gazed at Qin Qingqing, the first time in four years they broached those old matters.

He knew she couldn’t possibly find peace in her heart.

His feelings were equally unsettled.

Draining the water she served him down to the last drop, he stood up and sat beside her, grabbing the cup from her hands and setting it on the coffee table.

Qin Qingqing opened her mouth, but before she could speak, he cut in, “Your cold isn’t fully gone yet; I’ll massage you for two more days.”

With that, he grasped her hand, starting to massage her skillfully.

Under the gentle crystal lamplight, Qin Qingqing calmly watched Mo Ziye’s concentrated gaze, eyebrows lowered.

With every breath, the cool, familiar male scent mixed into the air, filling her lungs, infiltrating each cell in her body, like a tender, invisible feather brushing through, indescribable but quickening her heartbeat uncontrollably.

“Shi Xi said today that you’re taking her to see your parents?”

Perhaps because the atmosphere was too silently oppressive, Qingqing felt that without a topic to talk about, even breathing would become difficult.

But there seemed to be no topic between them.

So the words out of her mouth turned into discussing him and Shi Xi.

Mo Ziye’s massage paused, he lifted his eyes to meet her somewhat awkward yet striving-to-be-nature appearance.

The corners of his mouth slightly curved, and he nodded, “Yes, on the day you returned home, due to a last-minute issue, she didn’t meet my parents, since you’re going to the office today, she wants to meet you first.”

“Me?”

Qingqing looked at him in confusion.

“She knows you’ve lived in my home for eighteen years, says you’d definitely understand my parents and Momo best, and wants to build a good rapport with you, starting there, then connecting with my parents…”

Mo Ziye’s words were calm and natural, yet they presented a contradictory feeling, making it seem as though he and Shi Xi were already at peace enough to talk about marriage.

It also gave the impression that he and Shi Xi’s relationship wasn’t great, as if they were merely getting together due to age, finding someone to partner with in life.

Qingqing didn’t know why she felt this way.

Perhaps because, from youth, she’s accustomed to witnessing the deep affection and loving interactions among the elders around her.

Just like in his home, Uncle Mo’s gentle adoration for Aunt Wen, when Uncle Mo spoke about Aunt Wen, it was never with Mo Ziye’s current expression as he talked about Shi Xi.

“It seems Shi Xi must truly love you, to want to start with an outsider like me; you should bring her home while Uncle Mo and Aunt Wen are around.”

Qingqing’s face assumed a gentle smile, providing friendly advice.

Mo Ziye’s movements paused again.

Looking at her, his gaze deepened, “Do you hope I marry quickly?”

His suddenly lowered voice halted Qingqing’s breathing.

Her smile froze for a second, then bloomed more brilliantly than before, “Brother Ziyi, why do you say this? You’ve always been decisive. When you and Shi Xi marry, it’s not my decision.”

Since he’s allowing Shi Xi to treat her like family…

“What if I’d prefer you to decide?”

Mo Ziye seemed upset.

His expressions suddenly darkened.

His gaze upon her growing deeper, making Qin Qingqing nearly unable to sit still.

Feeling his grip intensifying, she inwardly cursed her own stupidity for wanting to find out about him and Shi Xi, for being foolish enough to ask.

“Brother Ziyi, are you serious?”

Qin Qingqing swallowed, subtly leaning into the sofa’s back, attempting to distance herself from him.

Yet, it seemed the distance wasn’t widened; his body leaned forward with hers, their breaths intertwining.

The atmosphere swiftly turned subtle.