CHAPTER 409: CHAPTER 409

Qin Anhao gave him a sidelong glance and said, "Si Yu, if such a day really comes, I’m not afraid, but when I’m in trouble, you can’t pretend you don’t know me."

"That’s hard to say," Mo Siyu deliberately teased.

Qin Anhao raised his hand and slapped Mo Siyu, and the two immediately started scuffling. It took a while to stop, and both lay on the ground disgracefully. Qin Anhao said, "If you really do better than the Qin Family, I believe it, you are indeed very capable."

"It’s just a joke," thought Mo Siyu. But to really do bigger than the Qin Family’s business, Mo Siyu knew, is extremely, extremely difficult.

"What, afraid I’ll ask you for help later?" Qin Anhao stared at Mo Siyu and after a long chat, they circled back to talk about the affairs in Jin City.

Qin Anhao patted his shoulder and said, "Although starting a business is tough, the most important thing is no pressure from the old man to get married."

"But haven’t you always been worried about your sister An Yu?" asked Mo Siyu.

"I used to worry, but it’s different now. Now An Yu and your Tang Yue are doing quite well in business, I’m very reassured," Qin Anhao happily said, "Speaking of which, it’s all thanks to your wife, otherwise An Yu would still be the same, and I wouldn’t be able to go anywhere."

"You should also get married given your age," Mo Siyu looked at Qin Anhao.

Qin Anhao gave him a look and said, "Don’t you know already? Now, I’m not interested in women, and you even said before, we agreed to stay bachelors together, but look how that turned out..."

Qin Anhao sighed. Their ages were only a year or two apart. He used to have Mo Siyu to hang around with, but now, Grandpa Qin practically regards Mo Siyu as a textbook example.

Every time they meet, he says, "Si Yu’s wife is so pretty, when will you bring me a granddaughter-in-law?"

In Mr. Qin’s view, as long as he wants to marry, Mr. Qin would nod in agreement with anyone female.

"Once you get married, you will understand," Mo Siyu thought of the past words and couldn’t help laughing. Initially, he also thought women were dispensable, but now, he realized, with Xiao Yue, he has a home, no matter where, he always thinks of going home.

"By the way, have you found the source of those photos?" Mo Siyu tried all channels, but couldn’t find where those photos originated. They seemed to have appeared out of thin air.

Qin Anhao shook his head and said, "I checked, but everything stopped at Old Zhang’s. It seems the other party must have malicious intentions."

"Hmm, I’ll be careful," Mo Siyu pondered deeply, wondering who the other party could be and what was their purpose with sending the photos?

"Speaking of which, your wife hasn’t been to the fleet for a long time. Did you two have a fight?" Qin Anhao stroked his chin and eyed Mo Siyu; after seeing those photos, any woman would probably feel unhappy, right?

"No, how could my Xiao Yue fall for such a low trick?" Mo Siyu said proudly.

Qin Anhao curled his lip, changing the topic, "In the future, the fleet will always be your home."

"Sure," Mo Siyu was grateful to have met the Qin Family.

If it were anyone else, not having a falling out would already be good enough, even though the Qin Family really had his best interests at heart.

"Brother Mo, your little sister-in-law is here," Zhao Xiangqian dashed out and called from outside the door.

Mo Siyu patted his white shirt, stood up and with a smile said, "You must be disappointed; not only did we not argue, but our relationship is really good."

With these words, Mo Siyu strode away, leaving Qin Anhao alone in the office, dumbfounded. Really, speak of Cao Cao, and Cao Cao arrives.

"Xiao Yue." When Mo Siyu returned to the family building, he saw Tang Yue preparing to make dinner in the house, with all the ingredients bought from the market and processed before being brought over.

A pound of meat, along with potatoes and cabbage.

All were the most everyday dishes: green pepper stir-fried pork, spicy sour potato shreds, and stir-fried cabbage.

Three simple dishes, both easy to make and delicious to eat.

"Are you back?" Tang Yue cut the potatoes into shreds and rinsed them, saying, "Rinse the cabbage again, and by the way, I just got here. How come you’re already back?"

"Of course, it’s because our hearts are linked." Mo Siyu hugged her from behind.

Tang Yue said helplessly, "I’m hungry."

Mo Siyu stole a quick kiss and then started to get busy.

Soon, three fragrant dishes were ready, and the rice was cooked. The two of them sat across from each other at the small square table, which was not only great for talking but also for looking at each other.

Mo Siyu praised, "It’s delicious."

"Then eat more." Tang Yue piled up a small mountain of food in his bowl.

Mo Siyu also served her, specifically picking lean meat for her, saying, "Eat more; it’s better to be a bit plumper."

Tang Yue paused with her chopsticks and gave him a sharp look, saying, "I’m just right now, any fatter wouldn’t look good."

"Who says? In my eyes, even if you were ten pounds heavier, I’d still think you’re beautiful," Mo Siyu spoke sweetly.

Tang Yue couldn’t help but laugh, asking, "If I gain another ten pounds, would someone just say things they don’t mean?"

"Who would dare?" Mo Siyu raised his eyebrow and replied, "Don’t worry, even if you gain twenty pounds later, no one would dislike you."

"When you’re pregnant, even gaining thirty pounds would be beautiful," Mo Siyu spoke meaningfully, his gaze shifting downwards, landing on her belly. The idea of her carrying his child was undoubtedly the most beautiful.

"Mo Siyu, when did you learn to spout such cheesy sweet nothings?" Tang Yue looked at Mo Siyu in shock, as if she had opened the door to a new world.

"We are about to get married soon, shouldn’t I be learning this?" Mo Siyu didn’t want to think about anything else now, just looking forward to getting married as soon as possible, a kind of intense longing he had never had since childhood.

Tang Yue decided not to talk about this topic and planned to wash the dishes after dinner, but Mo Siyu had already taken the initiative to do it.

Tang Yue then sat on the sofa, nestled by the fire, covered with a small blanket, feeling all cozy. She took out her backpack, pulled out the photos she brought, and looked at them while listening to the sounds from the kitchen, feeling utterly blissful.

"Are our photos ready?" Mo Siyu finished washing the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen, then came out to see Tang Yue sitting there, grinning at the photos. He sat down next to her, looking at the photo of Tang Yue’s radiant smile, as if the entire photo was glowing.

"Not Yue, you haven’t secretly kept any, have you?" Mo Siyu counted the number of photos and asked.

"No, there are two copies of each photo."

Tang Yue replied, and then with puffed cheeks, she glared at Mo Siyu and accused, "Did you secretly keep photos before?"