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Mo Jun didn’t understand the implication in his words, and she shook her head eagerly, “Not at all. I’m very grateful for everything you’ve done for me, but I don’t want to refuse your kindness.”

“So it’s still taken for granted, isn’t it?”

“I can thank you,” she offered.

Hao Yansen laughed, “With what will you thank me?”

“Marry me!” Bai Lang and Yun Long suddenly shouted out, dissipating the ambiguous atmosphere between Mo Jun and Hao Yansen instantly.

Mo Jun was a bit embarrassed, but somehow found it very amusing and laughed happily.

Hao Yansen, with a headache, instructed Shang Shi, “Stop the car by the trash can.”

“Young Master, what are you going to do?” Shang Shi asked, puzzled.

“Throw them out!”

Bai Lang and Yun Long: “…”

But they were telling the truth indeed!

Truly an unromantic guy!

…

And so, Mo Jun and the others happily made their way home.

But the situation for Mo Xinyu and the others was clearly not so good.

Having left the court, they managed to shake off the reporters and immediately rushed home, not daring to step out again.

And they had anticipated, their skies seemed to be collapsing.

But they would not admit defeat easily if they could be so easily defeated by Mo Jun; they wouldn’t have come this far!

Of course, Mo Jun also hadn’t thought that it would be so easy to completely topple them over.

Back at the villa, she began discussing the follow-up plans with Hao Yansen and the others.

Then she even specially prepared a lavish dinner, intending to reward them. Hao Yansen saw her about to cook again, his brow slightly furrowed, “You don’t have to cook every time; we have people to do it.”

He didn’t want those guys to eat the food she made anyways.

And every time she cooked, it was very time-consuming and tiring.

Mo Jun, however, said with a smile: “I want to do it, and I’m very happy doing it.”

Because it was for them, she felt happy.

Hao Yansen still did not approve, “Don’t make so much. You are not a servant here.”

“Okay,” Mo Jun agreed with a big smile, knowing that he was concerned about her.

In fact, Mo Jun had come to understand Hao Yansen’s character quite a bit; he wouldn’t say any sweet nothings or direct, blatant words.

But his heart, it was very warm.

Because when he cared for someone, he genuinely cared in every little way and was very attentive…

Mo Jun thought about their missed past life, and it felt like such a pity.

But fortunately, they had this lifetime…

And she would cherish every moment she spent with him, but all she could do for him were these simple home-cooked meals.

By the time Mo Jun was about to finish cooking, it had already grown dark.

Warm lights lit up the villa.

Outside the villa, in the pitch black by the roadside, a black sedan was parked. The man inside glared coldly at the villa.

Next to him on the passenger seat, there were a pile of newspapers and magazines.

On closer inspection, almost all the content was related to the recent events of the Mo Family.

The man picked up a folded newspaper with a striking headline.

[Miss Mo Xinyu of the Mo Family faces the lowest point in her life, feared to be trapped in a prison snare devised by her half-sister!]

Below was a photo of Mo Xinyu.

In the photo, she looked so young and beautiful, her smile warm and demure, just like her mother’s smile back in the day, which felt very comfortable, like basking in the spring breeze.

But such a beautiful and kind Miss Yun passed away too early in her prime.