Chapter 737 (2/2)

She never would have thought that, the very first time she bought a white ragdoll cat home, she would be blocked at the door by Mr. Mo who had abruptly returned home.

They stared at each other without speaking. He indicated with his eyes for her to speak first.

Ji Nuan swallowed her saliva and was slightly nervous. His stern expression seemed to say: “I’ll let you run 39 meters ahead first.”

“I want to raise it.” When one met their enemies on a path, the braver one would emerge victorious. She decisively raised her head and got straight to the point.

“No,” the man did not hesitate to reply.

“I’ll have an extra half a bowl of rice for dinner everyday for a month,” she began to negotiate.

“Is there any meaning in that?” he asked in disdain.

“…I’ll wear that kitten ear lingerie that you really like to warm your bed for a week.” At important moments, people were often shameless; just like the way Ji Nuan was right now.

“One month.” The man had gained an inch, yet was trying for a foot.

“Two weeks!” she haggled.

“Two months.”

“…” Mr. Mo, can’t you argue like a normal person?!

“One month and that’s it!” In the end, Ji Nuan could only grit her teeth in humiliation.

Just like this, they successfully gained a new member in their family.

Ji Nuan named the ragdoll cat, Mo Xiaoshen. [1. Meaning, Mo Little Shen]

Everytime she called the cat, Mo Jingshen would subconsciously raise his head. Afterward, he would pretend to cough and shift his focus back to his pile of documents.

Hmph, Great Mo Jingshen, to think you would have such a day.

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Ji Nuan’s favourite time of the day was when she would secretly open her eyes every morning.

At that time, the sun would have just begun to rise.

Mo Jingshen punctually appeared in the kitchen on the second floor and unhurriedly began to prepare breakfast for the children who had returned to the country. At times, in order not to wake her up, he would close the bedroom door tightly after stepping out.

Thus, Ji Nuan secretly watched him through the gap between the door as he prepared An An and Ning Ning’s breakfast. He then cut the fresh fish into small little pieces and placed it onto a small plate before Mo Xiaoshen. Afterward, he stood up to wash his hands and continued busying himself.

The sunshine had tugged aside the black curtains on the city and brought a gentle warmth with it. It slowly moved over his shoulders and draped a layer of warm gold over his silhouette.

Under the sunlight, he turned around, and she saw that his eyes were filled with the deep, deep love only she knew of.