LOCAM 25

Chapter 25

After finishing her meal, Su Li sat in the garden outside.

The weather was beautiful today—sunny and warm, not like midwinter, but more like early spring.

She sat quietly, with the sweet fragrance of wintersweet flowers wafting nearby. Occasionally, a petal would fall onto her head. Life was simple and serene—nothing more than this.

Mo Xingyuan stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, watching Su Li.

A faint air of melancholy surrounded her.

In his memory, he rarely saw her so calm, yet so full of thoughts.

“I wonder if she’ll go back tomorrow,” Madame Mo said as she handed her son a cup of ginseng tea and stood beside him, gazing at the girl in the garden.

Mo Xingyuan took the tea and thanked her. “Back then, how much did you give her family?”

Madame Mo sipped her tea. “We gave her father’s company some business.”

“Sold the daughter?”

“Not exactly. I heard she volunteered.” Madame Mo said, “I don’t know if it was for the money. But when we offered her that sum, she accepted it decisively.”

Mo Xingyuan took a sip of tea. “And if she hadn’t given you a grandson?”

Madame Mo smiled bitterly. “Then it would simply be the Mo family’s fate.”

“And how would you have dealt with her?” Mo Xingyuan asked his mother.

“At least, she spent some time with you.” Madame Mo was clear-headed. “I liked her while she was with the child. In the future, if she’s willing to keep in touch, that’s fine too.”

Mo Xingyuan frowned. “Even if she did it for the Mo family’s money?”

Madame Mo asked him, “How much money did she take from you?”

“She didn’t take any.”

“I heard you even made her sign a contract.”

Mo Xingyuan didn’t deny it.

Madame Mo said, “I’m in my sixties, I’ve met countless people, and my judgment is usually accurate. She’s just not greedy for money.”

“You seem to have a good impression of her.” Mo Xingyuan snorted lightly. “Why not adopt her as a goddaughter?”

Madame Mo glared at him. “Wouldn’t daughter-in-law be better?”

“I don’t like her.”

“Yet you still helped her?”

Mo Xingyuan pursed his lips. “I helped her not because I liked her, but because she carries the title of Mo Xingyuan’s wife.”

Madame Mo chuckled lightly. “Suit yourself. Anyway, I find her more and more pleasant to look at.”

Mo Xingyuan said nothing.

…

Su Li had no idea that Mo Xingyuan and Madame Mo had been talking about her behind her back.

She stayed until two in the afternoon, then got up and went back inside to grab her coat.

“Auntie, I’m going out for a bit,” Su Li greeted Madame Mo, who was reading a fashion magazine.

“When will you be back?” Madame Mo didn’t ask where she was going, only when she would return.

Su Li glanced at the time. “No later than five.”

“Okay.” Madame Mo nodded. “If it’s inconvenient to bring someone along, just pick a car from the garage. It’ll be easier for you to get around.”

Su Li really liked Madame Mo. Though she sometimes seemed domineering, she was genuinely thoughtful.

“Thank you.”

Su Li didn’t stand on ceremony and went to the garage to pick a Mini, driving off.

She bought a bouquet of white roses and headed to the cemetery.

Many people had come to pay their respects today. Only at times like this did the cemetery feel less lonely and bleak.

Su Li walked to her mother’s gravestone. It was clean and bare—no other offerings.

This meant no one had visited recently.

She placed the flowers down and crouched to wipe the photo on the stone. Her mother’s features were exquisite, breathtakingly beautiful.

Most people think that once a beautiful woman marries, her husband won’t cheat—after all, the wife at home is already stunning, so why look outside?

The truth is, no matter how beautiful a woman is, once she becomes a wife, she still cannot satisfy a man’s desire for novelty.