402 Chapter 402. Mo Ye Doesn’t Lie
In Mo Qian’s heart, whether Zhuang Xian remembered it or not, he would never forget the warmth that Zhuang Xian had given him back in Kyushu Harbor. That was the purest part of the love he had ever felt.
With Mo Ye’s interruption and teasing, the reunion between the siblings, who had not seen each other for a long time, was quite happy and perfect.
During this time, Mo Qian also noticed the changes in Mo Ye over the past few years. His sister seemed to be getting younger and younger. She was absorbing when she spoke, and she would probably be able to get along with Zhuang Xian.
As Mo Ye spoke, he noticed Mo Qian’s absent-mindedness and asked, “Who are you thinking of? You can’t even hide the smile in your eyes.”
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Mo Qian raised his eyes to look at her, smiled lightly, and replied, “You already followed grandma to my house, so why are you acting dumb now?”
Mo Ye smiled faintly and ignored Mo Qian’s words. She looked at him and asked softly, “So, what Granny said about you, like the adopted daughter of the Zhuang family, is true? What does this girl look like? There aren’t many people who can charm my brother like this! It can’t be a fairy descending to the mortal world, right?”
“More or less.”
Hearing Mo Qian’s answer, Mo Ye’s eyes were filled with curiosity. She asked excitedly, “Is she that good? Do you think she’s better looking than your sister?”
Mo Qian chuckled, speechless. “You’re full of yourself.”
Mo Ye acted as if she didn’t hear Mo Qian’s sarcasm, thinking that she had gotten the answer. She nodded happily and replied satisfactorily, “That’s good! I told her that the person she liked must look better than me. Grandma is always flirting with me! This time, I’ve lost!”
Mo Qian was a little puzzled. “Where did this conclusion come from? What are you and grandma doing? Why did you lose?”
Mo Ye shifted her body slightly and leaned back on the seat elegantly. She flipped through Mo Qian’s wine cabinet and poured herself a glass of whiskey. “It’s nothing. I’ve always thought she was not as pretty as me, but grandma said she wasn’t. She even said that the wife you found for yourself was better looking. I’ve never seen Zhuang Xian’s photo before, so I didn’t believe her.”
“But seeing how confident you were just now, I’m 70 – 80% convinced. You’ve always been picky, and for you to like Zhuang Xian so much, I think she must have something special about her. So, I admit that I lost.”
Mo Qian raised his hand and took the glass from Mo Ye. He said helplessly, “You’re boring!”
He raised his head and took a sip of wine. He chuckled and asked, “Sometimes, I wonder if grandma has installed surveillance cameras on me. How can she know everything I do? And she knows so much about it. Has she ever monitored you?”
Mo Ye put down the cup, thought for a while, and said, “I don’t think so. I’m not related to you. There’s no point in her monitoring me.”
Mo Ye sighed. “Don’t blame grandma for sending people to monitor and protect you. She’s just scared by what happened a few times before. Now that the Mo family has no other way out except for you, how can she not care about you? Sometimes, I feel suffocated and sad for you, but when I think about her difficulties, I feel you can endure it for another two years.”
Mo Qian had lost count of how many times he had been rendered speechless today. He curled his lips and said helplessly, “Then you’re my good sister. Should I thank you?”
“There’s no need for that.” Mo Ye quickly replied. A sly look flashed across her beautiful eyes. “As long as you take me with you when you meet Zhuang Xian tomorrow, I want to meet this unparalleled beauty who has my little brother in her hands.”
Upon hearing this, Mo Qian looked at Mo Ye indifferently and replied, “You guys already know that Zhuang Xian can treat my leg, right? What you said about grandma going to Yunqi mountain to fulfill her wish seems true.”
Mo Ye coughed twice, trying to clear her throat to ease the awkwardness. “Of course,” she said in a low voice. I, Mo Ye, never lie.”
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