Chương 15: A Familiar Encounter with the Little Star
Leng Rongrong busied herself with an air of determination.
She had somehow acquired a plethora of vegetable seeds, along with various flowers and plants, and began to cultivate the garden.
Mo Linyuan often sat in his wheelchair, watching her industriously from a distance.
He had encountered many women of all kinds, yet this particular woman remained an enigma to him.
Initially, he thought she had come to manipulate him, to spy on him at the behest of others, but she did not seem to fit that mold.
She lacked for neither wealth nor confidence; although she was reputedly a country bumpkin, she hardly resembled one.
With a sweeping gesture, she purchased two cars, and with another, she acquired several sets of exquisite clothing for each of them, declaring, "One must dress well; even if one is disabled, one should not appear shabby."
She insisted, "Mo Linyuan, despite your disability, you must maintain your aspirations. Your legs may yet heal, and life stretches ahead of you; no one can predict what the future holds."
Nothing about her suggested that she wished to see his downfall.
"Sir, there seems to be an issue at the company. Would you like to attend a meeting?" Tang Luo inquired.
"Let's prepare for a video conference in the study," Mo Linyuan replied.
"Understood." Tang Luo glanced in Leng Rongrong's direction and thoughtfully remarked, "Miss Leng has been at home every day; it's becoming inconvenient for us to go out."
"Didn't she say she was going to earn money?" Mo Linyuan inquired indifferently.
Tang Luo shook his head, "I'm not sure. For three days now, I've only seen her return with shopping bags and no sign of her venturing out... If Miss Leng weren't wealthy, I would worry for you, sir—marrying a spendthrift! I'm curious to know what sort of rural family could raise a mistress capable of such extravagant spending!"
Mo Linyuan asked, "...What did she purchase today?"
"Yesterday, she acquired some oil paintings; the day before that, a few antique vases. Today, she mentioned that a piano would be delivered..." Tang Luo recalled, his lips twitching.
This young mistress was indeed extraordinary.
Everything she purchased was deliberately selected for its value.
Initially, the villa appeared quite ordinary, but after her efforts, it had transformed into a luxurious abode, especially with the invaluable treasures she had gathered.
He was unsure where she had sourced these items, but it was evident that each antique and artwork was authentic, some being rare pieces.
The mistress had a remarkable eye.
She was undeniably affluent.
She truly embodied the definition of a spendthrift.
Her prodigal spending was astonishing.
It was perplexing how such a young lady acquired her wealth and the audacity to spend so liberally.
Tang Luo was aware that Leng Guantang, her father, was not particularly affluent. Although he had a modest standing, his wealth would not suffice to support such a lavish lifestyle for his daughter.
Thus, it was evident that the money in her possession did not originate from the Leng family.
The Leng family had effectively disowned her.
Mo Linyuan entered the study to conduct a video conference.
The study was also arranged by Leng Rongrong; on the second day after moving in, she had summoned people to reorganize it and filled the bookshelves to capacity.
Additionally, she had set up several computers and laptops, giving the room a vibrant atmosphere.
At the very least, Mo Linyuan was satisfied with the style, as the books on the shelves were to his liking.
Outside, Leng Rongrong, after toiling away for half the day, was drenched in sweat, having cultivated a substantial vegetable patch, her clothes soiled, yet she appeared thoroughly delighted.
"At last, it's done!"
She exclaimed excitedly. "Now, I can grow my own vegetables while waiting for the seeds to sprout!"
Stepping back to admire her handiwork, her joy intensified.
With such an expansive garden, she could soon savor the fruits of her labor.
Having planted an abundance of flowers, the garden would soon burst into bloom, presenting a breathtaking sight.
Once everything was in order, she returned to the hall, changed her shoes and clothes, and then remembered something, heading to the kitchen.
She still had items borrowed from the neighbor's child to return, and it was high time to do so.
After gathering the items, she proceeded directly to Mo Nanyu's home.
The iron gates of his residence stood wide open, and a sleek black car was parked in the courtyard. A man emerged, dragging his luggage, while Mo Nanyu appeared, carrying a small backpack, dressed stylishly, complete with a black mask and sunglasses.
The little one looked quite diminutive, resembling a miniature superstar, wrapped up so tightly.
"Mommy!" Upon spotting Leng Rongrong, Mo Nanyu removed his sunglasses and rushed toward her. "Mommy, what brings you here?"
Mommy?
Leng Rongrong raised an eyebrow, amused by the child's adorableness, yet puzzled as to why he continually referred to her as "Mommy."
It was uncommon for children these days to address their mothers in such a manner, wasn't it?
"I've come to return what I borrowed—the ingredients from last time." Leng Rongrong raised the items in her hand. "But are you going out?"
"Yes, I have to film," Mo Nanyu puffed out his cheeks. "I had hoped to stay here longer, but alas, work calls! Money in this world is not easily earned!"
"Are you a little star?" Leng Rongrong inquired, surprised.
"Just a small actor," he replied cheerfully. "I'm so happy to see you before I leave. Can I give you a hug?"
"Of course," Leng Rongrong smiled, crouching down as he leaped into her arms.
The child felt soft and cuddly, exuding a sweet scent, and as Leng Rongrong held him, an inexplicable sense of security washed over her.
At the same time, she felt an overwhelming urge to shed tears, a familiar sensation that puzzled her.
Uncertain why, she felt like crying.
Pinching her nose, Leng Rongrong found this emotional response quite odd.
She steered the conversation toward lighter topics, asking him about the food.
"Give it to me! I'll have someone cook it for me on set!" Mo Nanyu extended his little hands to receive the items. "Oh, by the way, can we exchange numbers and add each other on WeChat?"
"Sure!" Leng Rongrong happily exchanged numbers and added him on WeChat.
Nearby, a young man urged, "Xiao Yu, can we go now? If we don't leave soon, we'll be late!"
"I can't chat with you much longer, Mommy. I must go; otherwise, I'll miss my flight! We can chat on our phones!" The little one waved his phone and winked at Leng Rongrong.
That flirtatious glance melted her heart.
After bidding farewell to Mo Nanyu, Leng Rongrong returned to the villa.
Upon entering, she noticed a car parked outside, indicating that her purchases had arrived.
*(End of Chapter)*
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