Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

Qin Qingqing was infected by his good mood, a smile appearing on her exquisite face, “Sure, I haven’t shopped yet anyway. Brother Little Hui even said that if I come back in a few more years, I won’t be able to find my own home.”

Mo Ziye laughed aloud, “He’s right. If you come back in a few more years, you won’t be able to find your home. They originally had plans for this area.”

But he had prevented it.

Not only had he stopped any ideas of moving this area from above, but he had also bought up the other villas.

Apart from their family and a few others, there are no other people in this area.

Compared to his father, Mo Xiuchen, who only wanted to accompany his mother, Wen Ran, Mo Ziye had much bigger dreams.

Over the past few years, he has not only expanded Haochen’s products to more than a dozen countries, becoming one of the ten youngest Forbes billionaires, but he also demands a high quality of life.

The reason he bought the other villas in this area was because he wanted to build a castle.

“What were the plans?”

Qin Qingqing asked with astonishment.

Her eyes twinkling like stars in the night sky, bright and dazzling.

Mo Ziye looked at her like this and smelled the familiar fragrance on her, his Adam’s apple slightly rolling, suppressing a thought that flashed across his mind.

He said indifferently, “That was something from the past. I’ll tell you about it when there’s a chance in the future.”

“Young Master Yi, Miss Qingqing.”

Downstairs, the maid saw Mo Ziye holding Qin Qingqing’s hand coming down, her eyes flashed with surprise, then she greeted them with joy.

“Auntie, serve the food on the table,”

Mo Ziye instructed, then pulled Qin Qingqing to the dining room, seating her on a chair.

The maid quickly served the dishes.

Because of Qin Qingqing’s cold, there were only two vegetarian dishes and no meat.

“Eat.”

“Just these two dishes?”

Qin Qingqing glanced at the dishes on the table and turned to look toward the dining room door.

After waiting for a minute, she didn’t see the maid bringing in more dishes.

Mo Ziye picked up a piece of heart of the vegetable and put it in her bowl, saying lightly, “You can’t eat meat right now because of the cold.”

“Aren’t you eating?”

Qin Qingqing didn’t mind.

But Mo Ziye liked eating meat.

Mo Ziye raised an eyebrow and smiled, “It’s okay to skip meat for one meal.”

Hearing this, Qin Qingqing didn’t say anything more and bowed her head to focus on eating.

For a moment, the dining room was devoid of conversation, only the light sounds of chopsticks touching plates could be heard.

Yet the atmosphere didn’t feel stagnant.

The air instead flowed with a subtle warmth.

It was as if they had returned to four years ago.

From the initial rupture to now sitting calmly together eating dinner, neither Mo Ziye nor Qin Qingqing had expected this day to come, and so soon.

After all, having lived together for eighteen years, that sense of tacit understanding hadn’t faded despite four years of separation.

When Qin Qingqing put down her chopsticks, Mo Ziye instinctively pulled out a napkin and handed it to her.