Her smile was radiant, warmer than the sun in spring, and her eyes shone brighter than the stars in the sky.
"This is not enough." Mo Siyu lowered his head to meet her gleaming eyes and pressed his lips against hers. Her lips were as soft and tender as cotton candy, and even sweeter than sugar.
Mo Siyu couldn't bear to move away after just one kiss.
Tang Yue was feeling pitiful, covering her redder lips, a look of distress on her face. Now she was sure her mother would notice when she went out.
Had she lost all sense of shame?
Tang Yue covered her face and, seeing Mo Siyu's smile, couldn't help but punch his solid chest with her fist, reproachfully saying, "Mo Siyu, it's all your fault."
"Alright, alright, it's my fault." Mo Siyu took her hand away, looking at her intently, her face aflame with blush, her lips glistening, his Adam's apple unconsciously moved as he tried to calm his mind and secretly thought, it wasn't because his self-control was lacking, it was that Xiao Yue was just too tempting.
"Xiao Yue, actually, it's not that obvious. It's red, looks like you've applied lipstick," he said.
Tang Yue was half-doubting as she looked at herself in the mirror. There she was, cheeks flushed red as cooked shrimps, her eyes teary with a smile, especially the happy expression on her face, it was a version of herself she had never seen before.
Is that really me?
Tang Yue looked uncertainly at the mirror and blinked at her reflection. The person in the mirror also blinked back.
"Beautiful," Mo Siyu said as he leaned over, his figure standing behind hers. She turned around and changed the subject, "Should we go out now?"
"No rush."
Mo Siyu then took out a passbook from his pocket and said, "This is from Mr. Meng. Dad said, if we don't accept it, Mr. Meng would come over personally, so to save us from an awkward situation, I accepted it."
"Thisโฆ" Tang Yue looked at the passbook, somewhat speechless, "What day is it today? Why is everyone giving me money?"
Tang Yue opened the passbook and saw a series of nines. Goodness, the Meng Family is rich, and certainly Mr. Meng is rich, but this is a gift of nine hundred ninety-nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine.
Mr. Meng must be wishing them everlasting togetherness.
Though Mr. Meng might be muddled, devoted entirely to Meng Yanzhi, it seemed that Mr. Meng still valued lineage greatly.
The box of jewelry from grandma earlier was priceless, and as Si Yu said, whatever Mr. Meng was going to leave for him was all given to her, the granddaughter-in-law.
"Who else gave you money?" Mo Siyu asked with raised eyebrows.
"My mom too," Tang Yue recalled, "She gave me some money as my dowry, and a house as well. My parents have broken their backs preparing for my marriage. That money must be most of their savings."
"It's okay, we'll honor them more in the future," Mo Siyu said, wrapping his arms around her waist. Whenever she was seated next to him, he wanted to be close to Xiao Yue.
The two of them didn't sit for long before going out.

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