Ji Linglu quickly nodded obediently: “I will!” 

Gu Yu’s expression became more serious, and he said, “Then listen to me, and hang out with Bian Yue less in the future.” 

He paused for a moment: “I don’t have a prejudice against her, it’s just that you’re married now, and you shouldn’t be dragged to places like bars by her all the time. Or, if you guys want to hang out, you can go to places that aren’t so chaotic. What if you get drunk again like last time? I’m really…” 

“I’m really afraid of not being able to find you.” 

Gu Yu hesitated as such a vulnerable sentence reached his lips. However, before he could decide whether to say it, Ji Linglu’s expression had already changed. 

“Bian Yue isn’t like you think she is, she’s just…” Ji Linglu puffed out her cheeks, clearly angry. 

“She’s always like this, it doesn’t matter how angry I make her, but you can’t mention her friends.” 

Gu Yu smiled wryly in his heart. 

“But it was because of her that you drank too much last time. If I hadn’t found you in the end, you almost slept in a messy place like a bar.” 

“That was an accident. She was heartbroken that day and needed someone to be with her. I’ve said it many times, and ‘Once Upon a Time’ isn’t some messy bar—you’ve been there many times too. Besides, Bian Yue is still the owner there, she definitely wouldn’t let anything happen to me—I don’t understand why you’ve always disliked her, she’s my friend.” 

“Because she makes it so I can’t find you.” 

Gu Yu looked at Ji Linglu, knowing that this topic couldn’t continue. He stroked the corner of her eye and sighed silently: “Okay, let’s not talk about this.” 

Ji Linglu still frowned: “You didn’t listen to what I said at all. Bian Yue is a friend I’ve been playing with since I was little. You’re my husband, you should accept my friends.” 

“I’m not not accepting her, of course I accept your friends.” Gu Yu frowned and said, “I…” 

“Mommy?” 

A childish voice suddenly interrupted. 

The two looked over together. 

Gu Mo didn’t know when he had woken up. He was wearing a little dinosaur onesie and was standing at the top of the stairs. Because he wasn’t fully awake, he looked at them with a dazed expression, rubbing his eyes: “Daddy? When did you come back?” 

“Just got back, why are you awake?” 

Gu Yu took the opportunity to end the previous topic. Seeing Gu Mo taking small steps to climb down the stairs, he strode over and picked him up. 

“Missed you, Daddy.” 

That’s what he said, but the little rascal didn’t know how to hide it at all—Gu Mo perfunctorily kissed Gu Yu, who had been on a business trip for a week, on the face, and then stretched out his hands towards Ji Linglu. 

Gu Yu hadn’t held him enough himself, so he didn’t grant his wish: “Mommy is tired, let her rest. Daddy will take you back to your room to sleep.” 

After speaking, he glanced at Ji Linglu, whose cheeks were still puffed up unconsciously, indicating that she hadn’t calmed down yet. 

Gu Yu sighed in his heart. Just as he was about to say something to coax her, Ji Linglu had already reached out and snatched Gu Mo from his arms. She glared at Gu Yu angrily: “I’m sleeping in Mo Mo’s room tonight.” 

Gu Mo hugged Ji Linglu’s neck very cooperatively and nodded obediently: “Okay.” 

When Ji Linglu came out after taking a shower, Gu Mo was still lying on the bed playing with toys, but his eyelids were drooping sleepily, clearly tired. Seeing Ji Linglu come in, he rolled over and patted the spot next to him: “Mommy, sleep.” 

Ji Linglu walked over and lay down, hugging Gu Mo, and casually fiddled with the toy in his hand: “Why aren’t you sleeping? Were you waiting for Mommy, Mo Mo?” 

Gu Mo seemed to have been caught in his thoughts but didn’t want to admit it, so he played with his toy without saying anything. 

Ji Linglu: “Do you want Mommy to tell you a story?” 

Gu Mo immediately put down the toy, pressing his hands flat on his chest, looking like an obedient little dinosaur: “Okay.” 

Ji Linglu turned her head and took a storybook from the bedside. 

Opening it up—a children’s book in English. 

Ji Linglu: “……” 

Most of Gu Mo’s books were prepared by Gu Yu. Gu Mo was not yet three years old, so Ji Linglu thought these storybooks would have many illustrated children’s reading materials, but she didn’t expect that when she opened it, it was all English words. 

Ji Linglu studied in the UK in college, so this little storybook was of course not difficult for her, but she felt a little bored for a moment. Seeing the letters, she had a headache and didn’t know what Gu Yu was thinking, treating his son’s childhood like this. 

Thinking this way, she felt even more down, and she was even less in the mood to tell a story. 

Ji Linglu’s mood is generally reflected on her face. Gu Mo had been living with her for a long time, and at a young age, he could quickly feel her emotions. In addition, this little guy had been taught by his father and the whole family to spoil Ji Linglu, so many times it didn’t seem like Ji Linglu was taking care of him, but rather he was playing with Ji Linglu. 

So, when he looked up and saw Ji Linglu’s frustrated eyes, Gu Mo immediately turned over: “Mo Mo will tell Mommy a story, okay?” 

Ji Linglu became a little interested, smiled, and lowered her head to kiss Gu Mo on the face: “Okay, thank you, Mo Mo.” 

A night light was left on in the room. Ji Linglu hugged Gu Mo, and Gu Mo concentrated on telling the story, his expression very rich and extremely cute. Ji Linglu listened attentively. She was carefree, and soon forgot the unhappiness of arguing with Gu Yu just now. 

This wasn’t the first time Gu Mo had told Ji Linglu a bedtime story. Sometimes Ji Linglu would also let him tell her about his experiences during the day. She thought there was nothing wrong with this. It could not only exercise the child’s language organization and expression skills, but also deepen his memory and logic. 

After listening for a while, Ji Linglu gradually felt uncontrollably sleepy. She yawned silently, resting on Gu Mo’s shoulder, and fell asleep soon after closing her eyes. 

Noticing that Ji Linglu had fallen asleep, Gu Mo himself wasn’t so sleepy anymore. He kissed her on the face and whispered, “Good night, Mommy.” 

Then, he very considerately used the remote control to dim the brightness of the night light.