Chương 9: Chapter 9 Get Dressed and Leave Quickly
"By the way, Little Uncle." Lu Yinfeng sounded as though she hadn't heard his words, suddenly proclaimed loudly with conviction, "I think I've guessed the reason behind our sham marriage!"
Mo Nanze was slightly taken aback, then looked towards the sea and asked softly, "Go on, let me hear if your guess is accurate."
Lu Yinfeng cleared her throat and began to lay out her reasoning.
"You must have heard that Old Master Mo's will is passing the Mo Family Mansion to me, so by marrying me, that house becomes our joint marital property... After the divorce, you could take half..."
Mo Nanze's face was cool as he watched Lu Yinfeng intently.
Lu Yinfeng's voice faltered, "If it's not for this... I really can't think of any other reason."
Mo Nanze faced the light, the reflection from the street lamp sparkling in his pupils.
After a long silence, Mo Nanze finally spoke, "Quite an imagination, truly befitting a novelist. But I've already made it clear, I didn't know the contents of the will."
Lu Yinfeng's face showed a hint of disappointment.
She had hoped that Mo Nanze's motive was just as she had deduced; otherwise, she couldn't understand why the aloof top lawyer Mo Nanze would play a game of fake marriage with her.
Lu Yinfeng suddenly remembered that it was the second time she had heard "novelist" from Mo Nanze's lips.
She asked with curiosity, "Little Uncle? How did you know?"
Lu Yinfeng indeed was a writer of sorts, having penned a mystery novel during her college days that was fortunately published and did quite well, allowing her to achieve financial independence at a young age.
Though certainly not on par with the great wealth of the Mo family, it was enough for Lu Yinfeng.
Lu Yinfeng wrote under a pen name and had never mentioned this fact to anyone. How then did Mo Nanze know?
She was utterly perplexed.
However, Mo Nanze didn't seem inclined to answer her.
He turned around and found a large, flat rock to sit down upon.
Watching his back, Lu Yinfeng felt a stirring in her heart.
Without a word, she too found a suitable spot on the same boulder to sit down.
The distance between them was neither too far nor too near, just right.
The gusting wind tousled their hair as they quietly looked up at the starry sky.
"Lu Yinfeng, why did you originally agree to marry Mo Qianyan?"
A light and breezy voice drifted into Lu Yinfeng's ears with the wind.
She turned to look at Mo Nanze, finding it hard to believe that he was the one who had asked the question.
But if it wasn't him who had asked, then it could only be a ghost.
Lu Yinfeng could not help but shiver, responding in jest, "Little Uncle, why are you so nosy?"
The next second, a suit jacket carrying the scent of mint and jasmine fell onto Lu Yinfeng's shoulders.
Somehow, Mo Nanze had taken a seat just a half palm's width away from her.
Lu Yinfeng didn't hesitate to put on the jacket, murmuring, "After all, you're the one who took me out in the wind, so it's only right."
A faint smile lingered at the bottom of Mo Nanze's eyes.
"I really want to know," Mo Nanze repeated softly.
"Since you've asked so sincerely, I shall benevolently tell you!"
As Lu Yinfeng recalled the past, she seemed lost in thought for a while.
It took her some time to compose herself before she narrated how she came to fall in love with Mo Qianyan.
The story was quite cliché.
In her sophomore year, Lu Yinfeng had an unfortunate car accident one night off-campus.
The driver responsible fled the scene, and she lay in her own blood, awaiting death or a savior's arrival.
Lu Yinfeng was fortunate; three days later, she woke up in a hospital.
The nurse informed her that a kind person had brought her to the hospital and paid all the expenses.
This Samaritan was none other than the young master of the Mo family.
Ever since, the phrase "young master of the Mo family" had been etched into Lu Yinfeng's heart.
After her recovery, she looked up this young master online and thus met Mo Qianyan.
Even more serendipitously, Lu Yinfeng's grandfather and Mo Qianyan's grandfather turned out to be wartime comrades.
Through her grandfather's connections, Lu Yinfeng got to know Mo Qianyan.
Mo Qianyan didn't remember Lu Yinfeng, but her gratitude towards him gradually morphed into affection, and slowly into love.
Their marriage, under the strong insistence of Mo Qingfeng, was a story for another time.
"The rest of the story... you already know, Little Uncle, so there's no need for me to repeat it," Lu Yinfeng said resentfully, hugging her knees.
Mo Nanze's gaze suddenly turned cold as he stared into the distance, silent.
Lu Yinfeng couldn't guess what he was thinking and didn't dare to disturb him rashly.
He stood up abruptly and walked toward the car.
Fearing that he would leave her behind, Lu Yinfeng quickly stood up and followed.
"Little Uncle! Little Uncle! Wait for me!" Lu Yinfeng called out.
However, Mo Nanze seemed to do it on purpose, taking large steps and quickly gaining distance from Lu Yinfeng.
Looking at Mo Nanze's indifferent silhouette, Lu Yinfeng belatedly realized that he seemed to be angry.
Huh? What happened? Did I say something wrong just now? Lu Yinfeng felt confused.
She stopped in her tracks and didn't chase after Mo Nanze anymore.
This Little Uncle is really... fickle!
Whatever, it wouldn't kill me to spend a night on this reef-strewn beach, and make the early morning news headlines. Lu Yinfeng thought resignedly and sat down cross-legged right there.
The tiny, sharp stones were painful against her skin, but she didn't care.
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six...
Lu Yinfeng counted down silently in her heart.
Before she finished counting, she heard the rustling sound of footsteps on the sand.
Before she could rejoice, she suddenly felt someone lift her from behind and hoist her up strongly.
By the time Lu Yinfeng realized what was happening, she had already been hoisted onto Mo Nanze's shoulder.
"Little Uncle! Little Uncle!" Lu Yinfeng exclaimed, slapping Mo Nanze's shoulder, "Put me down! I can walk by myself!"
She was just throwing a little tantrum, betting that Mo Nanze wouldn't really leave her behind, but she hadn't expected Mo Nanze to handle it like this.
Mo Nanze threw Lu Yinfeng into the back seat of the car and said coldly, "Throwing a tantrum like a child, how immature. Did you act like this with Mo Qianyan too?"
From Lu Yinfeng's perspective, at that moment, Mo Nanze was backed by the light, his face hidden in shadow, making his expression unreadable.
She felt a chill in her heart, but still retorted defiantly, "It was clearly you who got upset first, you're immature!"
Mentioning Mo Qianyan made Lu Yinfeng feel indignant.
She suppressed her own personality to play the part of Mo Qianyan's wife, making herself appear mature, gentle, and composed, careful not to embarrass him.
Looking back now, it all seemed so pointless.
Lu Yinfeng continued to rant, "We were having a nice conversation just now, and it was you who suddenly wanted to go back. I called you and you ignored me!"
She had quite a few complaints about Mo Nanze's behavior.
"Don't do that again!" Lu Yinfeng said as if giving an order.
Mo Nanze was stunned for a long time, then he apologized in a low voice, and forcefully closed the car door afterward.
He quickly returned to the driver's seat, started the car, turned around, and drove away rapidly.
Lu Yinfeng was confounded by his series of actions but could see his stern and angry expression in the rear-view mirror.
Scary. Better not to provoke him.
Lu Yinfeng curled up in the back seat, keeping quiet.
The Mo family members are all very strange.
Lu Yinfeng had been dealing with the Mo family for over three years, thinking she had come to understand their temperaments well.
In Mochuan City, those with good looks, an air of conceit, and who look down on everyone equally, nine out of ten times they have the surname Mo.
However, now, Lu Yinfeng had suddenly formed a new opinion.
Mo Nanze is much stranger than the rest of the Mo family members. Perhaps this is what they call 'the pupil outshines the master.'
In the end, Lu Yinfeng stayed in the pink room at Mo Nanze's house.
She had a very comfortable sleep in that room. When she woke up the next day and walked out, she bumped into a woman.
The woman had a voluptuous figure, and her classic OL (Office Lady) outfit outlined her perfectly proportioned body.
Spectacular figure, and her face too was exceptional, with grand, bright features, as exquisite as a model from a billboard.
When the woman saw Lu Yinfeng, she was also startled and questioned, "Who are you? How did you get into Nanze's house?"
Nanze... Lu Yinfeng tried to gauge the woman's identity from this intimate form of address.
"Heh," the woman laughed disdainfully, "Nanze is a man after all, it's normal for him to have certain needs. Here's your payment, keep the change. Get dressed and leave quickly!"
Lu Yinfeng hadn't yet had time to react when a wad of banknotes was stuffed into her hand out of nowhere.
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