âI donât think itâs possible either,â Luosang said as she rubbed her belly. âLast time, Chi Shengxu called me and told me that youâre with An Ning.â
Hearing An Ningâs name, Mo Liuxiâs expression slightly changed. âYouâre married, but youâre still in contact with Chi Shengxu? Does Nian Junting know about this? Do you need me to tell him?â
Luosang gave him a glare and replied, âHow dare you. We are just friends. We talk occasionally. Whatâs the deal with you and An Ning? Sheâs An Lanâs sister after all.â
âAre you talking about the little girl who came to your wedding with An Lan?â Mo Jin asked. He eyes were glowing. âShe looks adorable and lively.â
âI have no interest in adorable and lively girls,â Mo Liuxi blandly said. âIsnât Chi Shengxu an actor? Heâs supposed to be busy. Why does he have so much time?â
âHe cares for you,â Luosang said. âWhat kind of girl do you like?â
âThe ones as quiet as a dead fish,â Mo Liuxi replied.
Luosang didnât know how to respond to that. She took a sip of hot water and said, âKeep a distance from her if you donât like her. Donât flirt with her.â
âI got it,â Mo Liuxi said.
At lunchtime, Nian Junting got off work and came home. He held Luosang in his arms and asked, âMy dear wife, did you miss me?â
Luosang was still angry at him since earlier he had said that she was fat. She lazily gave him a glare. âDidnât I see you this morning?â
âWell, I missed you, so I thought youâd miss me too.â Nian Junting lowered his head to look into her eyes.
Luosang snorted, âI donât dare miss you. Iâm like a ball now.â
Nian Junting smiled at her and said, âEven if youâre like a ball, I wouldnât dare roll you. Iâd hold you in my hands carefully.â
Luosang squeezed his thigh. Those were not pleasant words.
Nian Junting dodged in pain and said, âLuo, I was just trying to say some tasteless love words.â
Mo Jin spouted the water in her mouth. Her son-in-law honestly had terrible etiquette.
Luosang found him both funny and annoying. âIs that how you say tasteless love words? Where did you even hear the term tasteless love words from?â
âXiao Si is learning about that lately. He explained it to me roughly, and I think I got it.â Nian Junting answered the question honestly.
âYou got it?â Luosang laughed. âForget it. Please stop learning that.â
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. âCan you please not be the third wheel while Lu Kang goes after Yan Su?â
Mo Liuxi lazily picked up a piece of watermelon and said, âThey needed me.â
Nian Junting didnât know how to respond. Sometimes, he felt that Mo Liuxi was a master of conversations.
âCan you not eat the cake that he made at least?â he asked.
âDonât worry, I wonât eat it. Itâs not good.â Mo Liuxi shook his head.
Nian Junting fell into silence again.
âIgnore him,â Mo Jin said. âHeâs just a sharp-tongued boy.â
âItâs alright,â Nian Junting said. âThankfully, Lu Kang isnât here.â
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 Luosangâs place for dinner.
âThat boy finally left,â she said with a sigh. âHeâs so difficult to serve.â
âMom, you barely did anything for him,â Luosang honestly said. âYou didnât even cook for him.â
Mo Jin coughed slightly and said, âI had to put up with his sour face.â