"Mom, Xiao Yue is nice, but just because she’s nice, does it mean we have to marry her?" Mo Siyu felt like he’d been struck by lightning. He always knew his own mom wasn’t entirely reliable, but he hadn’t expected her to be this unreliable.
In his mind’s eye emerged Tang Yue’s delicate, flower-like countenance. Undeniably, Tang Yue held a special place in his heart. All these years, he had never liked women, much less allowed other women to get close to him.
But Tang Yue was the exception; he didn’t mind her closeness.
"Feelings can be cultivated. Xiao Yue is so outstanding, I think you two are a match made in heaven," said Mo Xiaolin, who adored Tang Yue and couldn’t stop singing her praises, almost wishing she could marry her off right away.
"Mom, she’s still young, and besides, we don’t have any feelings for each other, I don’t want to get married." Mo Siyu was very adamant about this; he didn’t want to marry a woman he didn’t love, even though his feelings for her were different, but without certainty, he wouldn’t marry.
He’d rather stay single all his life than marry someone he didn’t love.
"Mo Siyu," Mo Xiaolin said earnestly, "you’re always driving around, and there are only men in the motorcade. I want you to cultivate feelings with Xiao Yue, but there’s no way to do that. So you should come home for a visit, start by getting in touch."
"Mom’s seen quite a few girls, but none of them make me like them, and you don’t dislike them, like Xiao Yue does." Mo Xiaolin was well aware of her son’s character.
Ever since Mo Siyu turned twenty, she had been worrying about his lifelong matters, meeting lots of girls and even forcing Mo Siyu to go on blind dates, but each time, Mo Siyu would return with a sulky face, without a hint of a smile.
For three consecutive years, Mo Xiaolin had been worried. That’s when Tang Yue appeared.
The scene Mo Xiaolin witnessed in Qianjin Village made her certain that Si Yu would definitely fall in love with Xiao Yue in the future.
"Not disliking her doesn’t mean I have to marry her," Mo Siyu insisted on this point, making up an excuse: "Mom, I’m in a hurry, I have other things to do, so I won’t talk to you anymore."
With that, Mo Siyu hung up the phone.
"Beep... Beep..."
The phone’s disconnect tone made Mo Xiaolin wonder how to get Mo Siyu to come home. Such a good girl, she simply couldn’t be missed.
*
Tang Family.
Having finally recovered from the incident with Aunt Mo, Tang Yue couldn’t help but pat her face, telling herself not to overthink and started discussing the factory matters with Tang Mingli.
In the store, Tang Mingli hired a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl who was very honest but not too much so. When selling clothes, she might have been shy at first, but she quickly got the hang of it.
Tang Mingli, taking this opportunity, began to inquire about setting up a factory. The more he learned, the more feasible he thought it was, so he began discussing the loan application with Tang Yue.
That day, Tang Mingli and Tang Yue first went to the bank to consult about the loan.
As soon as they arrived at the bank, they were greeted by a familiar face.
"Xiao Yue." Cai Wanwan was wearing a breezy, long dress, looking very pretty and even more so as Tang Yue had tailored it to accentuate Cai Wan’er’s slender waist.

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