Alright, I'll wear it then

Hearing this, Chu Lintian was so startled that she sat up from the sofa.

The blanket slipped to the floor. Her nightgown was thin, and the neckline loosened with her movements. She instinctively tugged at it, but her deep cleavage was still mostly exposed.

Only then did she react and ask Lin Mo, "Then what should we do?!"

She was genuinely anxious, her eyes wide open.

Lin Mo withdrew his divine sense, his expression unchanged. "It's fine. I said I would help her adjust. It can all be handled."

Chu Lintian pursed her lips, still unable to let it go. After all, she had raised Miaomiao herself.

However, this issue did make her cast aside her previous emotions.

"Didn't you just say you wanted to talk about what happened before?"

Lin Mo casually picked up a tangerine from the table, peeled off a segment, and tossed it into his mouth. "I waited for a long time. I thought you didn't want to talk about it anymore."

"I did not." Chu Lintian leaned toward him slightly. "I was just thinking... how could you bear to let a little girl kill people?"

The words carried no accusatory intent, but once spoken, they did have a bit of that flavor.

Lin Mo sighed and placed the tangerine back on the table.

"Ning Qingcheng is different. She has her own path to walk."

"What kind of path must be walked in such a way?"

"Too many people have their eyes on her. I can protect her for a lifetime, but she definitely isn't the type who would willingly be sheltered forever."

Although she didn't fully understand, Chu Lintian didn't press the matter further.

"So who were those people? Why did you make a move against them that day?"

"They came to kidnap people. Their targets were everyone connected to me, to use as leverage against me."

Chu Lintian froze for a moment. "So Qingcheng was protecting us?"

"You could understand it that way," Lin Mo nodded.

"Is Tianjing really that chaotic?"

Chu Lintian was somewhat surprised.

She had originally thought Tianjing was a peaceful and harmonious place.

In reality, it wasn't at all.

"More chaotic than you think," Lin Mo's tone was flat. "Those people came from so far away, and it wasn't for sightseeing. However, it can be considered temporarily resolved. No one else will be coming for a short while, and if any problems arise, I will be able to react immediately."

Chu Lintian digested this for a moment and didn't reply.

Lin Mo's gaze fell on her wrist, which was currently completely bare.

He figured she was just like Jiang Yunlu, treating it as an ordinary piece of jewelry.

"Where is the jade bracelet I gave you?"

Chu Lintian instinctively touched her wrist. "Ah, at home. I usually take it off when I get back because I'm afraid of chipping it."

After saying that, she added, "I always wear it when I go out, really."

Her tone sounded exactly like a student explaining to a teacher why she hadn't brought her homework.

Items like jade bracelets were indeed easy to break.

Just resting a hand heavily on a table could shatter them, so it was perfectly normal for Chu Lintian to think this way.

Lin Mo raised his hand, and the jade bracelet fell from the void into his palm. He directly grabbed Chu Lintian's wrist and slipped it on.

"It won't break. Bump it however you like."

"You don't have to say it like that." Chu Lintian looked down at the bracelet. "So is this thing like that protective amulet from before?"

"Yes, it protects you from all directions, and unlike the amulet, it won't just block a single attack."

"Then what if I smash it against the wall while I'm sleeping?"

Lin Mo glanced at her.

"It won't break."

"What if..."

"Chu Lintian."

"Fine, I'll just wear it."

She pulled her wrist back. The jade bracelet rested against her skin, cool to the touch.

Whether it was the alcohol or something else, her ears felt a bit hot.

She bent down to pick up the blanket from the floor, not letting her mind wander.

Lin Mo picked up the tangerine again, split it in half, and placed one half on her side without a word.

Then, Chu Lintian picked up the half tangerine, pulled out a segment, and took tiny bites.

In the living room, there were only the two of them.

Yet for some unknown reason, they were sitting closer and closer to each other.

System: I know what he wants to write, and I know what everyone wants to read, but alas...

Early the next morning.

Lin Mo returned home. Ning Qingcheng was now living long-term at Xie Yuling's house, so Lin Mo was the one coming back here to stay.

He burned incense for his parents and tidied up a bit before heading out again.

After checking on Xie Yuling and then Chu Miaomiao, it was naturally time to check on Jiang Yunlu.

After all, Jiang Yunlu's side also needed a little help.

Therefore, he expanded his divine sense, intending to see where Jiang Yunlu was.

His divine sense naturally swept over her on Sansha Island very quickly.

In fact, after receiving the Ancestral Dragon buff, Lin Mo's divine sense could even cover Yangcheng.

It was just that other areas hadn't been strengthened.

Lin Mo thought about it and decided it would be better to pay an open and honest visit.

At this moment, on Sansha Island, at the entrance of the Jiang family villa.

The electric garage door was tightly shut, leaving only a small side door open for people to pass through.

A Mercedes drove up to the gate, its horn honking twice in short, somewhat impatient bursts.

The gatekeeper, Uncle Zhao, narrowed his eyes and peeked out through the crack in the door. A brand-new Mercedes E-Class was parked outside, its paint gleaming blindingly in the sunlight.

"Who is it?" Uncle Zhao's voice was flat and indifferent.

"Uncle Zhao! It's me! Jiang Yeqiu! I'm here to see Uncle Jiang!" The car window rolled down, revealing a young and somewhat smug face.

Uncle Zhao's eyes shifted slightly before he slowly opened the garage door.

The car quickly drove inside.

His gaze lingered on the shiny hood ornament for half a second before turning to Jiang Yeqiu, who was stepping out of the car.

"Oh, Xiao Jiang, you've switched to a big Benz?"

Uncle Zhao twitched the corners of his mouth in an expression that was hard to read as a smile or something else. "You've made something of yourself."

Jiang Yeqiu was dressed in a crisp, tailored suit. Hearing this, he straightened his back even more. As he adjusted his cuffs, he laughed, "If I wasn't doing well, I wouldn't have the face to come back and see Uncle Jiang."

With that, he struck a dashing pose and pulled several beautifully packaged gift boxes from the backseat—things like American ginseng and the like—stacking them conspicuously in his arms.

A man of Jiang Chengshan's status wouldn't even spare a second glance at such things, but Jiang Yeqiu clearly felt that this superficial display of face had to be done right.

Uncle Zhao didn't reply; he just watched him.

This kid used to be a regular visitor here.

Among all the university students sponsored by President Jiang, he was the most socially adept and a sweet talker.

It was a pity that after graduating, he didn't join President Jiang's Tianyun Century Group, but ran off to carve out his own path instead.

President Jiang didn't say anything out loud, but he held a bit of a grudge in his heart, feeling that this kid's wings had grown hard and that he was an ungrateful wretch who couldn't be tamed.

Carrying the gifts, Jiang Yeqiu walked straight in. As he passed by Uncle Zhao, he just gave a casual nod. "Well then, Uncle Zhao, I'll go in first."

His footsteps were hurried, as if something were chasing him from behind.

It was exactly this behavior that made Uncle Zhao's brows knit into a tight knot.

Something was wrong with this kid.

A couple of years ago, when he was still that poor student riding a broken bicycle, every time he came, he would first stop right here at the gate. He would respectfully offer a cigarette from a cheap ten-yuan pack of Hongtashan, blowing smoke with him while chatting for a bit, asking about his health and if he had run into any troubles.

His handling of worldly affairs and social graces used to be flawless.

Now that he had struck it rich? He couldn't even be bothered to pretend anymore?

Uncle Zhao's gaze fell back onto that brand-new big Benz, his mind as clear as a mirror.

Once a man gets rich, his true colors show.

The old saying really wasn't wrong.

He silently shook his head. It seemed that the keys to a Mercedes really did carry more weight than his own old face.