Chapter 28 : Even if I Gain Thirty More Pounds, I Can Still Pick You Up

The spontaneous sign-up for the charity event will last for three days, mostly organized by students from the school.

Every child has a hero dream in their heart. When they hear that a police officer sacrificed his life fighting bad guys to protect them, it deeply touches their young hearts.

Some even buy a small bouquet of white chrysanthemums after school and deliver it to the police station.

They salute the officers inside in an orderly manner.

“Hehe, that kid’s good. He’ll definitely be a police officer in the future!” Sun Yang commented as he watched a little boy who had just saluted the officers outside.

“That little girl’s cute too~” A police officer, who had just become a father, smiled affectionately as he watched a little girl placing flowers outside.

Sun Yang glanced at Chen Mo, who was standing next to him. Chen Mo stood straight, his face showing no visible emotions.

His deep, intense eyes stared at the children continuously delivering flowers outside.

“Captain Chen… if you keep staring like that, I suspect you might want to eat those kids!” Sun Yang nudged Chen Mo’s shoulder with his elbow.

He even suspected that Chen Mo really disliked children!

“What are you thinking?” Chen Mo withdrew his gaze and gave him a cold look.

“Just joking, just joking…” Sun Yang quickly smiled awkwardly. “When are you and your wife planning to have kids?”

“No rush.”

“Captain Chen, you need to have a son! Don’t waste your family’s military genes!”

Sun Yang had a basic understanding of Chen Mo’s family background. His grandfather was once the head of the First Military District, and his grandmother was said to have met a foreign military doctor during the war, giving Chen Mo a quarter of S-country blood.

His father had also served five years in the military before transitioning to business, though he was a legendary figure in Beijing’s elite circle!

With such genes, their son would definitely be a remarkable figure in the future.

“I prefer daughters.”

If he could have a daughter like Song Zhiyi—obedient and gentle—wouldn’t that be better than having a troublesome son?

“!!!”

Sun Yang saw Chen Mo’s expression soften visibly. This wasn’t the look of someone who disliked kids; it was more like he couldn’t wait to have one right now!

“Girls are fine too. Captain, you need to work hard for that!” The gender of the child is determined by the man, after all.

“…”

The process of having children was simple enough, but the real challenge was that he couldn’t even get close to his little lady’s bed at the moment.

…

For three straight days, Song Zhiyi focused on writing articles, collaborating with the charity event and an exclusive interview with Ling Xingyu for her work.

Since Su Hong had entrusted her with the task, she was determined to do a good job.

Chen Mo came out of the shower and saw Song Zhiyi curled up in the corner of the sofa, typing away at the keyboard. He wiped his wet hair, staring at her from behind.

The little girl sat there, looking tiny, her eyes focused intently on the Word document on her screen.

From time to time, she would pause to listen to a recording of Ling Xingyu.

“Song Zhiyi,” Chen Mo called out to her.

“Hmm?” Song Zhiyi didn’t look away from the screen, humming absentmindedly.

“…”

Chen Mo threw the towel aside, placing his hands on the back of the sofa, leaning over from the side. His long arms seemed to encircle her, almost as if hugging her.

“Eh?” A shadow suddenly loomed over her. Song Zhiyi slowly lifted her head, realizing it was Chen Mo, his hair still damp.

The height of the sofa barely reached his thigh, and he bent slightly, leaning forward, a droplet of water falling from his hair onto the back of her neck.

The coldness made her instinctively shrink away.

This Chen Mo exuded a strong sense of pressure, even his deep eyes carrying a predatory glint.

“…What’s up?” Song Zhiyi asked softly.

“What time is it now?”

“?!” Song Zhiyi turned to glance at the bottom right corner of the computer screen and obediently answered, “It’s 12:30.”

“You’ve been going to bed late these past few days, and waking up early too.” Chen Mo furrowed his brows. “You don’t care about your health?”

This was Song Zhiyi’s first time handling such an official task, and because the editor-in-chief had high expectations of her, she was determined to do a good job.

Although it was tiring, it felt fulfilling!

“This is something the editor-in-chief assigned to me…”

“I remember you said the latest submission deadline is by next Friday.”

“Yes, but I’m just a little bit away from finishing…”

“Sleep,” he interrupted.

For the past three days, Song Zhiyi had been writing nonstop—eating dinner and diving straight into her work until the early hours of the morning.

The girl even had dark circles under her eyes.

When Chen Mo had spent days on end without sleep for missions, he didn’t feel this way, but seeing Song Zhiyi work so hard, he couldn’t help but feel sorry for her.

Besides, in these three days, because she was so focused on her writing, they barely spoke to each other.

Is this what newlyweds are supposed to be like?

“Emmm…” Song Zhiyi hesitated, speaking softly, “I’m almost done, just a little more and I’ll go to sleep.”

“If it’s almost done, you can finish tomorrow,” Chen Mo suggested.

But Song Zhiyi clung to her notebook, reluctant to put it down. There was just a little left! For someone with obsessive-compulsive tendencies like her, it was torture not to finish!

“Give me twenty more minutes, I’ll finish it soon…”

Twenty more minutes?

That would only make her more excited and keep her up even later.

“No,” he firmly replied.

Chen Mo reached over from behind her, saved the document, and closed the laptop completely.

“What are you doing?” She was almost at her breaking point!

“Go to sleep.”

“…”

Song Zhiyi, holding the closed laptop, puffed her cheeks and sat there without moving, clearly sulking.

Chen Mo raised an eyebrow. Was she still upset about going to sleep?

He walked over, scooped her up from the corner of the couch, and lifted her effortlessly into his arms like a child. He settled her on his left arm.

“Ah…”

Song Zhiyi was taken by surprise. Before she could react, she was lifted off the ground!

In shock, she instinctively clutched her laptop.

“What are you doing?” she exclaimed. From the position she was in, she was even taller than Chen Mo now, almost brushing the ceiling light.

This posture…

It was a bit too embarrassing!

“You’re so light,” Chen Mo remarked, feeling the weight of the girl in his arm. “Even if you gained thirty pounds, I’d still be able to carry you.”

Song Zhiyi: “…”

Sitting on Chen Mo’s strong arm, she felt her face burning with heat. She shifted uncomfortably, her face flushed. “You, put me down, I’ll go to sleep right away.”

Chen Mo ignored her, walking straight to the bedroom and laying her down on the bed.

He then took the laptop from her hands.

“I’ll hold onto this for now. I’ll give it back to you tomorrow morning.” He didn’t trust her not to sneak out and continue writing once he left.

“…”

This was so typical of Chen Mo!

Seeing her glare at him with wide eyes, he couldn’t help but smile slyly. “You’ve got quite the temper. Do you need me to hold you in order for you to sleep?”

“No,” Song Zhiyi replied, blushing, and turned her back to him, pulling a thin blanket over herself in a huff.

Chen Mo returned to the living room, placed her slippers by the bed, and as he left, he closed the door behind him. “Good night.”

“…Good night.”