Capítulo 1074: Chapter 1074:

Xia Siyu: Are you overreacting?

Shen Qingye: Talking about marriage, and still overreacting?

Shen Qingye: First-hand news, from Brother Lih. [smile]

Song Liao: [thumbs up]

Su Moshi: When’s the wedding? @Yin Mo

Shen Qingye: Lao Si, that’s not the point.

Shen Qingye: @Yin Mo, Yin Lao Er, please share your story.

They all know Brother Chen and the second sister have a subtle relationship, clearly interested in each other, but neither has broken the ice.

Now, not only has the ice been broken, but they’ve fast-forwarded to marriage.

Meanwhile, the belated Song Liao messaged the group: Got it, because second sister went to find Brother Chen, I lost three million.

Immediately, Li Qiao, who had been silent for a long time, popped in.

Li Qiao: The wedding can be held in South Sea.

Su Moshi: Agreed.

Xia Siyu: Second sister, do you still have enough love supplies? [mischievous smile]

Meanwhile, Yin Mo poked at the screen and replied: Lao Wu, don’t send it next time.

Xia Siyu: Didn’t like it?

Yin Mo was still pondering over her reply when a shadow suddenly loomed over her. He Chen smoothly took her phone and sent a voice message: “I’ll tell you after it’s used.”

The Six’s WeChat group briefly fell silent and then exploded.

Shen Qingye: Damn, Brother Chen speaks for himself.

Su Moshi: I see.

Xia Siyu: Brother Chen, keep it up, remember a positive review.

Song Liao: Is Brother Chen going to become the second sister’s husband?

Shen Qingye: @Song Liao, you better leave the group early.

At this moment, He Chen looked at the messages popping up in the group, handed the phone back to Yin Mo with a half-smile, “Baby, what do you think about what Song Liao said?”

Yin Mo, puzzled, took the phone, saw Song Liao’s message, and immediately gave him an annoyed look, “Lao Liu is just low on emotional intelligence, just ignore him.”

He Chen rested one hand on the table’s edge, leaned over, and looked at her profile playfully, repeating, “Song Liao? Low on emotional intelligence?”

Yin Mo was just about to nod when she suddenly remembered her own emotional intelligence test score was only 29, and she awkwardly pushed He Chen, “You should sit back and eat properly.”

He Chen’s lips curled into a smile, as he indulgently tousled her hair, “Baby, hurry and eat. Afterward, brother will take you to the mall.”

“To buy something?” Yin Mo picked up her fork again and asked earnestly.

“Yeah.” He Chen sat back down across from her, smirking with raised eyebrows, “To buy you a mirror.”

It took Yin Mo several seconds to understand his implication.

She curled her lips, giving He Chen a resentful glare.

Was he suggesting she use a mirror to look at herself?

He Chen couldn’t help but laugh, finding this side of Yin Mo increasingly irresistible.

…

After lunch, He Chen, true to his promise, took Yin Mo to the largest shopping center in Parma.

In the underground parking lot, they walked hand in hand into the elevator. Yin Mo glanced at the tall, handsome man beside her, pursing her lips as if she wanted to speak but holding back.

She wondered whether He Chen was really going to buy her a mirror.

Seeing Yin Mo’s hesitation, He Chen clearly observed her reflection through the elevator’s mirrored walls.

The man’s Adam’s apple bobbed slightly as he gently turned Yin Mo around by the shoulders to face the mirror.

“Baby, what do you see in the mirror?”

Yin Mo said nothing but looked at He Chen through the mirror.

In the car, Ah Yong stood sideways in the corner acting like a background prop, and he felt that Brother Chen must be deeply in love with Miss Yin.

Because he had never seen West City’s He Chen treat any other woman with such patience and gentleness.

In the past, He Chen was surrounded by beautiful women, who would even willingly flock to him with just a beckoning finger.

Brother Chen’s embodiment of masculine charm was vividly evident.

But now, he seemed ready to forsake the entire field of flowers for Miss Yin.

Ah Yong felt a bit envious, casting a sideways glance at Yin Mo through the mirrored surface.

Then, He Chen pressed his thin lips together, turning his head to shoot him a warning glare.

Ah Yong chuckled awkwardly, silently turning to face the wall.

At this moment, He Chen withdrew his gaze, holding Yin Mo against his chest, his long eyes fixed on the beauty in the mirror, “You usually like wearing jeans and T-shirts?”

Yin Mo instinctively nodded, “Yeah.”

He Chen curled his fingers to stroke her cheek, “Don’t like dresses?”

“Not really.” Yin Mo turned her head, fingers tugging at the hem of her T-shirt, “I used to go on missions often, dresses weren’t convenient.”

He Chen inhaled deeply for a moment, his strong arm wrapping around her from behind, “No more missions now, wear whatever you like.”

Yin Mo’s body tensed slightly, pushing him away with a small movement, “Let’s talk about this later, stand properly first.”

After all, Ah Yong was in the elevator, and there were cameras overhead; Yin Mo wasn’t comfortable with public displays of affection.

Unfazed by her resistance, He Chen tightened his arm, whispering in her ear, “Buy whatever you like later, don’t save money for me.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the elevator reached the third floor where the women’s clothing was located.

He Chen hadn’t let go of Yin Mo yet, but a few people outside the elevator paused as if frozen.

For a moment, the atmosphere was tense and strange.

Through the mirror, He Chen captured the figures outside the door, his brow lightly raising in an arrogant, playful manner.

Outside the elevator, surrounded by people, Rong Manli slightly curved her lips, her gaze resting on Yin Mo’s face with a rather enigmatic expression.

As He Chen moved with Yin Mo in his arms toward the door, Rong Manli spoke, “Ah Chen, are you free at three tomorrow afternoon?”

Yin Mo calmly glanced at Rong Manli. It was their first meeting, and she noticed some similarities between Rong Manli’s features and He Chen’s.

Considering she was He Chen’s aunt, this wasn’t surprising.

The two of them brushed past Rong Manli, with He Chen not sparing a glance, his tone mocking yet tinged with ridicule, “If Madam Rong invites me, I’ll make time even if I’m busy.”

Rong Manli’s eyes briefly showed a trace of disgust, but she quickly lowered her gaze to mask her emotions, smiling lightly, “If you’re not available, we can reschedule.”

“No need.” He Chen paused slightly, giving Rong Manli a sidelong look, and let out a scoff, “Instead of targeting my woman, just come for me directly.”

Rong Manli’s expression flickered subtly, though she maintained her composure, shaking her head with a light sigh, “Ah Chen, you’re always so hostile toward me. We’re family, no need to let outsiders see us make a scene.”

Outsiders, presumably referring to Yin Mo.

He Chen’s handsome face darkened with a fierce undertone, yet the smile on his lips grew more evident, “At last, I’ve realized who He Qing learned those clumsy schemes from. Madam Rong, when you imprisoned your own sister, did you remember that she was also family?”

This was Yin Mo’s first time hearing about the conflict between He Chen and the He Family.

Her fingers curled slightly, a tempest stirring in her once calm eyes. She had researched the He Family but found no information on He Chen’s mother’s background or whereabouts.

If He Chen’s words were to be believed, had she been imprisoned by Rong Manli?