She couldn’t very well say she was happy because he had taken another step away from the Prince of Liao, could she?
Dou Zhao mused inwardly, finding the situation both amusing and absurd. She decided to give Song Mo a coy sidelong glance, responding with a flirtatious “You’ve only just realized?”
Song Mo was momentarily stunned before bursting into laughter.
Being with Dou Zhao always brought him joy.
He stretched out his arms and scooped her up, whispering in her ear, “Let’s go have dinner.”
Caught off guard, Dou Zhao let out a surprised yelp and quickly wrapped her arms around Song Mo’s neck, only then realizing she was in his embrace.
“Put me down!” she exclaimed, her face flushed. “The lamps aren’t even lit yet. How can you be so mischievous?!”
Her attempt to maintain composure while flustered only made Song Mo laugh more. He blew hot air on her neck and said suggestively, “So if the lamps were lit, would it be alright to be mischievous?”
This guy really could say anything!
The more embarrassed you became, the more he seemed to enjoy it.
How could people outside think he was calculating and ruthless?
As Dou Zhao inwardly grumbled, Song Mo effortlessly carried her to the dining room.
Ganlu and the others busied themselves setting the table, pretending not to have seen anything.
Dou Zhao couldn’t help but let out a long sigh.
The two sat down facing each other for dinner.
Song Mo occasionally glanced up at Dou Zhao, moving the extra food she had picked for him closer to her side.
Dou Zhao felt an inexplicable sweetness welling up inside her.
After dinner, they sat on the large kang by the window, drinking tea and talking.
“I met with Chen Jia after you left,” Dou Zhao recounted the situation to Song Mo.
Song Mo laughed and said, “He’s quite astute, knowing to approach you!”
Hearing the implication in his words, Dou Zhao asked, “So, Chen Jia did encounter those robbers by chance?”
Song Mo nodded, a cold glint flashing in his eyes like shattered ice.
He glanced towards Xixiang Court and said in a low voice, “It was his handiwork!”
Dou Zhao was shocked and blurted out, “How could it be…” As soon as the words left her mouth, she realized how unreasonable her question was.
Who else in the world would hate Song Mo as much as Song Yichun?
Even if it was aimed at her, it was merely a roundabout way to get to Song Mo.
But under the Three Cardinal Guides and Five Constant Virtues, even in a case of father-son conflict, Song Yichun couldn’t be so blatant! He couldn’t bear the consequences of killing his son without reason. Otherwise, he could have simply taken a knife and pursued Song Mo himself. Why go to such lengths?
But why did Song Yichun choose to act now, and in this manner?
Dou Zhao couldn’t help but ponder, “What happened? His actions are too unusual!”
Song Mo’s expression turned cold as he said gravely, “The identities of those two suicide agents have been confirmed. As for why he’s acting this way, we’re still investigating. We should have results in a day or two.”
Dou Zhao looked at Song Mo’s face, as cold and serene as snow, and felt a pang in her heart.
She would rather he joke and laugh with her as he had earlier.
That was how normal people lived!
Dou Zhao fell silent, wrapping her arms around Song Mo’s waist and resting her head on his shoulder.
As if by doing so, she could offer him some warmth, making him feel less alone and cold.
Song Mo, however, smiled and tapped her nose, whispering, “What’s wrong? Do you miss me already? I promise I’ll serve you with all my heart until my dying breath…”
This rascal!
Ever since they married, he hadn’t had a single moment of seriousness.
Dou Zhao punched him hard.
Song Mo blinked at her, feigning innocence as if to say, “I didn’t say anything wrong, why are you hitting me?”
Dou Zhao couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
The gloom and heartache from earlier vanished like smoke.
Dou Zhao paused.
Perhaps this was Song Mo’s intention all along?
To keep her from feeling sad…
She looked at Song Mo seriously.
Song Mo gazed back at her intently, his eyes filled with undisguised amusement.
Dou Zhao leaned in and kissed him tenderly on the lips, soft and lingering.
Song Mo was surprised but responded passionately.
However, Dou Zhao didn’t let Song Mo have his way: “I’m not feeling well, you’ll have to be patient…”