Chapter 977: The Peasant Girl’s Splendid Manor
Chapter 977: Stirring Up Mischief (2)
Mo Yan grinned mischievously at her seemingly acquiescent father, completely unaware of what he was truly thinking—or that he and Cui Qingrou had already met once before. She was merely basing her assumption on his earlier odd behavior and was convinced that he felt something different toward Cui Qingrou.
That feeling might not necessarily be romantic—love at first sight was rare, after all. And they were both well past the age of youthful infatuations. At most, it was a favorable impression. But as long as there was a good starting point, and if both parties were willing to nurture it with care, love would eventually blossom and take root.
Her father had led such a hard life. He lost both parents at a young age and was constantly schemed against by old man Mo and Madam Mo Hong. When he finally reached adulthood and started his own family, his wife Du shi ran off with another man, leaving him to endure years of ridicule and scorn.
For so many years, their family had only relied on each other. But Mo Yan and her brothers would one day build families of their own—it was impossible to stay by their father's side forever. He needed someone by his side, someone who would be there when he turned around, someone to speak to so he wouldn’t be met with nothing but silence and loneliness.
Though she had only interacted with Cui Qingrou for less than a day, Mo Yan trusted her own instincts—her first impression of the woman was very good. Not only was she graceful and poised, but she was also beautiful. More importantly, Mo Yan felt that she and her father were well matched, whether in temperament, looks, or personality. If the two of them truly ended up together, Mo Yan believed their life would be warm and fulfilling.
Even if it wasn’t Cui Ping’an’s aunt in the end, Mo Yan still hoped there would be someone else. So she earnestly tried to persuade him: “Father, you’re still young. But we siblings will eventually leave your side. I sincerely hope there will be someone who can stay with you, so that you won’t be alone.” She looked at her father and said seriously, “You don’t have a wife, and Cui Ping’an’s aunt doesn’t have a husband. As long as you both are willing and the Cui family has no objections, why couldn’t you be together? Your happiness isn’t just my wish—it’s also what Xin’er and Zhen’er hope for. So you don’t need to worry about our opinions.”
“You... you little rascal…” Mo Qingze’s eyes turned slightly red. He reached out to stroke her head but didn’t know what to say.
“Hehe, Father, are you touched already?” Mo Yan broke into a grin and teased, “Then hurry up and get married again! I wouldn’t mind having one more person to spoil me. But no matter how I look at it, I still think Cui Ping’an’s aunt is the most suitable. Father, aren’t you even going to consider it?”
Mo Qingze: “……”
With another flick of his fingers, he gave his daughter a light knock on the head, refusing to respond any further to the topic.
Mo Yan rubbed her slightly sore forehead and looked at her father’s handsome side profile. She was already planning in her head—she would find the right opportunity to talk to that Cui Ping’an boy. After all, this concerned his aunt’s lifelong happiness, didn’t it? …
Cui Ping’an’s safe return to the Cui household caused quite a stir. Everyone was speculating about where the Seventh Young Master had gone for nearly a month and what he had experienced.
After returning to his courtyard, Cui Ping’an washed up and changed into clean, tidy clothes. Then he hurried off to Old Madam Cui’s courtyard, where he dropped to his knees with a thud and pleaded for her forgiveness.
At first, the old madam had simply been relieved and grateful that her grandson had returned safely. But when he knelt before her, she couldn’t help but smack him a few times and scolded him with several exasperated cries of “you little rascal.”
Cui Ping’an didn’t resist in the slightest and let his grandmother hit him. Tears welled up in his eyes. That month at the Mo family’s made him realize how reckless he had been to run away from home. On the journey back, he had made a silent promise to himself: aside from the one matter where he could not yield to his grandmother, he would no longer go against her wishes in anything else.
(End of chapter)
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