Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

Chapter 2252: Chapter 56: Before Long, All of Haochen Will Belong to the Shi Family

“Jin Zheyu?”

Zhang Minghui looked at Mo Ziye in surprise.

He didn’t quite understand what Mo Ziye meant, which aspect was he referring to?

“About Shi Xi.”

Mo Ziye explained simply.

As the three of them talked, they unwittingly walked to the market entrance. Wen Ziyang was the first to see Wen Jin carrying groceries.

With a smile, he said, “Brother Little Hui, Cousin, my dad is buying fish up ahead.” Then he quickened his pace and walked over first.

In front of the fish stall, Wen Jin had just received the fish and asked warmly, “Ziye, I heard you’re with Qingqing?”

“Qingqing is at home.”

Mo Ziye accepted Wen Jin’s inquisitive gaze calmly, with a faint smile on his lips.

He had always had a particularly good relationship with Wen Jin and Gu Kai, his two uncles, since childhood.

After Wen Jin looked at him for a few seconds, without waiting for him to ask, Mo Ziye proactively said, “Second Uncle, I just had Brother Little Hui and Ziyang prepare the gift money, so you don’t have to worry, you have plenty of money.”

Wen Jin’s mouth twitched, and he said with amusement, “I have a lot, but not as much as you. If you don’t tell me in advance, don’t blame me if the gift money is too small.”

“How could I? When my mom got married back then, you gave such a big gift. It’s been over twenty years; it should be several times bigger now.”

Mo Ziye chuckled.

He was most aware of how good his two uncles’ relationship with his mom was.

“The date?”

Wen Jin stuffed the bags he was holding into his hands.

Zhang Minghui and Wen Ziyang saw this and stepped aside with a smile.

Mo Ziye didn’t complain as he reached out to take the bags of vegetables, meat, and seafood Wen Jin had bought.

He glanced at Zhang Minghui and Wen Ziyang, seeing them shake their heads with a smile, and said, “Second Uncle, my parents will also be coming home later, as well as my uncle and aunt. What you’ve bought probably won’t be enough.”

“They’re coming too, then I’ll buy some more.”

Hearing this, Mo Ziye forced the bags into Wen Ziyang’s hands, “Ziyang, you and Brother Little Hui go back first, I’ll stay with Second Uncle to buy some more.”

“Alright, Little Hui, Ziyang, you two go back first.”

Zhang Minghui took two bags and left with Wen Ziyang.

“Do your parents know you’ve reconciled with Qingqing?”

After they left, Wen Jin asked with concern.

“Not yet.”

Mo Ziye shook his head.

“You’ve kept it tight, your parents don’t know, and it seems your uncle doesn’t know either?”

“Second Uncle, besides Aunt, you’re the first to know. Actually, there are still issues between Qingqing and me.”

“What issues? Is it Shi Xi? Or Ye Zhan?”

“Aunt An’s revenge remains, Qingqing can’t truly move on. Her guilt will always be there.”

“Didn’t you find some clues?”

Wen Jin frowned slightly.

Mo Ziye nodded, “Revenge isn’t something that can be done in a day or two. Second Uncle, do you know Little Hui’s feelings for Qingqing?”

Wen Jin’s eyes flickered.

Then he nodded faintly, “We only recently found out. He never showed it before. How did you know?”

“For the four years Qingqing was abroad, Brother Little Hui paid special attention to her every move. It was hard not to know.”

Mo Ziye’s lips pressed into a thin line before he spoke again, “Once, I accidentally overheard him talking to his father on the phone, mentioning Qingqing.”

“Zhang Jinlei?”

“Yes, Brother Little Hui isn’t that young anymore, and he grew up around you and Aunt. You should worry about his marriage.”

“Now you’re concerned about Little Hui?”

“I don’t want him to fall deeper.”

Mo Ziye’s brow carried a hint of indifference.

He never knew Zhang Minghui quietly liked Qingqing until now. Now that he knew, he felt he should let Wen Jin know.

After all, Zhang Minghui ended up by his side because of Wen Jin.

“Is that it?” Wen Jin looked at Mo Ziye in disbelief.

They were standing at the junction of the meat and seafood sections, and the sunlight shone on half of Mo Ziye’s handsome face.

The other half was cloaked in shadow, his expression indifferent, exuding a gentle nobility.

Like this, he was very much like his father, Mo Xiuchen.

“Ziye, did Little Hui do something? You don’t need to hide it from me. If he did something wrong, just tell me.”

Wen Jin observed the changes in Mo Ziye’s expression.

Seeing his brow furrow slightly, Wen Jin’s heart sank a little.

“I’m not sure now; I’ll tell you once I’m sure, Second Uncle.”