CHAPTER 81: CHAPTER 81 MO YINHE: HIS WOMAN MUST BE EXQUISITELY CARED FOR

At that moment, Xie Changyuan arrived to get his medicine.

Si Mingjing measured out each dose of the powdered bark, handed it to Xie Changyuan, and said, "Mr. Xie, I’ll give you a follow-up consultation in half a month."

"Okay, let’s exchange contact information."

Xie Changyuan and Si Mingjing exchanged WeChat accounts. After adding each other as friends, Si Mingjing gave him some additional instructions.

After Xie Changyuan left, she prepared to leave the Su Family as well. Before departing, she took all the luggage she had left at the Su residence, determined that today’s incident would not happen again.

Old Master Su saw her off. Watching her pack all her luggage, his affectionate eyes filled with guilt and hurt. It’s all because our own family isn’t supportive enough, he thought.

Old Master Su pressed a set of keys into her hand, speaking earnestly, "My dear girl, Grandpa has an apartment in the city center. The location and surroundings are excellent. If you don’t want to stay with the family, you can live in the apartment. You can’t really stay at the Ye Family’s residence; you’re not planning to marry into the Ye Family, and it wouldn’t be good for your reputation."

Si Mingjing accepted the keys, her heart full of gratitude. "Thank you, Grandpa Su. In that case, I won’t stand on ceremony."

She was now wary of Mo Yinhe. The Ye Family’s residence truly wasn’t a place to stay for long; she needed a place to settle down.

Old Master Su finally felt a sense of relief and even offered to have a car take her to the apartment.

When Mo Yinhe saw Si Mingjing emerge with three suitcases, he strode from his car and personally opened the trunk.

Without a word, he lifted her three suitcases and placed them inside. His movements were seamless. With a decisive SNAP, he closed the trunk, rendering the car Old Master Su had sent out completely useless.

Mo Yinhe, tall and distinguished, possessed an air of dignified authority. As he ushered Si Mingjing into the car, his gentlemanly gesture was tinged with indulgence, his noble bearing concealing a deep affection. A certain ambiguous tenderness, unspoken, was subtly evident in his every action.

Old Master Su stood beside the extended Bentley to see them off. Watching Mo Yinhe’s every move, his wrinkled forehead twitched. Could this powerful Crown Prince have taken a fancy to my future granddaughter-in-law?

Impossible! That’s absolutely out of the question!

What kind of status does Mo Yinhe have? He might not even look twice at the president’s daughter! Old Master Su tried to reassure himself.

"Grandpa Su, I’m leaving now."

After getting into the car, Si Mingjing rolled down the window to bid farewell to Old Master Su.

Old Master Su was too confident. In the years to come, he would regret not having jolted his current self awake, perhaps with his cane; this was definitely not the moment to let Mo Yinhe take her away. But the Old Master Su of this moment hadn’t yet come to this realization. He simply nodded and said, "Remember to visit this old man often."

Si Mingjing responded, "Mm."

The car quickly drove away, disappearing from Old Master Su’s sight.

Si Mingjing sat in the car, trying her best to avoid looking at the man whose presence beside her was overwhelmingly strong. Her gaze fell instead on the bustling streetscape outside the window.

Mo Yinhe, however, kept looking at her, trying to adapt to her unfamiliar face. He continually tried to convince himself that this new face was more delicate, more beautiful, even as the memory of her former face, etched deep into his very bones, filled his mind.

It’s like when a woman gets a new hairstyle; you have to adapt, you have to praise it. My baby is beautiful no matter what. It’s just... this cashmere coat. She wore it yesterday, and the day before yesterday too. Does she not have other clothes?

Mo Yinhe resolved to buy her some clothes.

My baby should be like my sister, with a different outfit for every one of the 365 days in a year. How could she possibly wear the same item a second, or even a third, time? That’s simply too unfair to her. My woman deserves to be cherished and live exquisitely.

Mo Yinhe mused for a moment, then three words fell from his lips: "To the mall."