Chapter 10
Su Li froze for a moment, then heard Madam Mo continue:
âYou two are husband and wife. You canât keep living separately.â
âI originally wanted you to move back to the old house, but I thought young people donât like living with old folks, so I gave up on that idea.â
âYou know my wish, and you understand my difficulty. I hope you can get pregnant with Xingyuanâs child as soon as possible.â
Madam Mo finally said the main point.
Of course Su Li understood â she had agreed to this at the beginning.
âAuntie, I want to too, but Mo XingyuanâŚâ Su Li stopped mid-sentence. She believed Madam Mo understood what she meant.
Madam Mo said, âDonât worry about him. The process is not important. Only the result matters.â
Su Li felt how strongly Madam Mo wished for a child. It seemed that Mo Xingyuan really didnât have much time left.
Even if she was willing to have a child, Mo Xingyuan also had to agree to let her get pregnant.
And he was even more unwilling than she was.
âNo more discussion. You will move into his place today.â Madam Mo made the final decision. âThis matter is settled.â
Su Li refused inside.
Living with Mo Xingyuan⌠wouldnât that be a war zone every day?
âAuntie, Iâm fine, but Mo XingyuanâŚâ Su Li tried again.
âYou donât need to worry about him.â Madam Mo spoke gently but firmly. âIâll talk to him. No matter what, you are his wife. How can a married couple not live together?â
Hearing this, Su Li didnât speak anymore.
Anyway, even if Mo Xingyuan let her stay for now, he would still kick her out later.
There was no way he wanted to live with her.
Standing in Mo Xingyuanâs living room, Su Li felt like she had walked into someone elseâs home â awkward and uneasy.
âAli is your wife. You must take responsibility as a husband.â
This was what Madam Mo said before she left, leaving Su Li alone facing Mo Xingyuan.
It was very awkward.
Mo Xingyuan leaned against the dining table, a cigarette between his lips. He played lightly with a metal lighter in his hand. His dark eyes were deep and sharp as they stared at Su Li.
Under his gaze, Su Li wanted to curl up her toes into the floor.
âPretty capable,â Mo Xingyuan said as he lit his cigarette and took a slow drag. He glanced sideways at her. âUsing my mother as leverage. Smart.â
Hearing the mocking tone, Su Li couldnât explain herself at all.
In his eyes, she was just a woman trying to climb up, wanting to get pregnant with his child and live a rich wifeâs life.
Su Li pulled the corner of her mouth. âIf you donât like it, I can leave.â
âNo need.â Mo Xingyuan held the cigarette between his fingers. Smoke drifted across his face lightly. âNo matter how hard I try to chase you out, it wonât work. If youâre living here, you follow my rules.â
Su Li wanted to say: Thatâs really unnecessary.
âYou speak.â
âBefore ten at night, you must be home. I donât like hearing any noise in the middle of the night.â
Su Li frowned. A curfew?
But her life was simple. She had few friends, no social events, no dates. It wouldnât be difficult.
âOkay.â Su Li asked, âAnything else?â
Mo Xingyuan raised his eyelids, his gaze calm. âIn this house, you do what a wife should do.â
Su Li suddenly thought of something. She smiled and asked, âDoes that include having a child?â
Mo Xingyuanâs hand shook slightly, and the ash fell off the cigarette.
Seeing his reaction, Su Li smiled.
âDonât even dream about it!â Mo Xingyuan crushed the cigarette out.
Su Liâs smile deepened. âMm, Iâm dreaming.â
Mo Xingyuan frowned.
Su Li stopped smiling and said, âThen Iâll stay here.â
âPut away your fake act.â Mo Xingyuan said bluntly, âYour pretend admiration is disgusting.â
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Su Li struggled for a second. âWhy canât it be real admiration?â