The two sat below the window, chatting in detail for a long time, refining every step of their future action plan down to each time point and character, striving for seamless coordination.

When the plan was almost perfected, it was already dark outside.

Mo Qi looked at Liang Quichi with lingering satisfaction, “It’s been a long time since I’ve had such a congenial conversation with someone. How do you say it?… Better late than never.”

“I enjoyed our chat too,” Liang Quichi stood up and said to him, “I’m going to find Mo Xin.”

Mo Qi smirked at him, “Good luck.”

Liang Quichi waved his hand dismissively and headed upstairs without looking back.

The door to the study was slightly open, and the video conference was still ongoing. The orange light seeped through the narrow gap in the door, casting a beam of brightness into the corridor.

Liang Quichi stood outside the door for a moment.

After Mo Xin returned to Danga, the Security Bureau knew he was busy with the funeral and didn’t dare to disturb him rashly. They specifically waited until three days after the funeral ended before sending someone to inquire when he could return to the bureau to handle affairs.

During this time, too many documents requiring his signature and review had piled up.

Mo Xin didn’t specify a return time, but many matters couldn’t be delayed any longer. So, he convened a video conference to address the recent backlog of affairs.

On the other end of the computer, a middle-aged officer was reporting on a fake intelligence dealer they had apprehended two days ago.

Mo Xin listened expressionlessly, occasionally uttering a “hm” in response. His attitude was cold and sharp, even through the screen, sending shivers down people’s spines.

The officer couldn’t gauge his intentions and kept glancing at his expression while reporting, his voice getting smaller and smaller.

Suddenly, Mo Xin lifted his eyelids to look at the camera. The officer instinctively stopped reporting, waiting for his instructions.

But instead of continuing, this usually indifferent young general looked past the screen into the distance. It was unclear what he saw, but the corners of his mouth curved up into a smile.

The officer was stunned on the spot.

The other officers in the video conference also held their breath, widening their eyes in disbelief.

Is he… is he smiling?

The war machine, who usually slaughtered on the battlefield and often charged at the front line with a rocket launcher, was actually smiling?

“Well done,” Mo Xin suddenly withdrew his gaze and said, “Let’s end it here for today,” then quickly ended the connection.

Liang Quichi had already circled around the desk, one hand resting on the edge of the table, and the other on the back of Mo Xin’s chair, enclosing him.

Mo Xin raised his chin, lightly sniffing him.

Liang Quichi chuckled softly, tousling his hair, “What are you sniffing? You’re like a little cat.”

Mo Xin grabbed his collar, forcing him to bend down to meet his gaze, “Have you been drinking?”

“Yeah, just a little.”

Liang Quichi wrapped his arms around his waist, and Mo Xin cooperatively embraced his neck. With a lightness in his step, Liang Quichi lifted Mo Xin and placed him on the desk.

Squeezing himself between Mo Xin’s legs, Liang Quichi leaned over, resting on Mo Xin’s shoulder, tilting his head to whisper in his ear, “After a day of meetings, are you tired?”

“Not really,” Mo Xin reached into his clothes with one hand, the tips of his fingers ambiguously tracing down Liang Quichi’s spine, “What about you? What were you talking to my brother about downstairs?”

Liang Quichi didn’t answer, instead asking him, “When do you plan to return to San Lorenzo?”

Mo Xin’s fingertips paused, and his gaze darkened, “In two more days.”

“Hmm,” Liang Quichi leaned in to give him a kiss on the neck, “I’ll go with you.”

Mo Xin turned his head, lowering his eyelids to look at Liang Quichi, “Why?”

Why did he want to return to the place he had once painstakingly left?

He was going back for official business, but what about Liang Quichi?

Liang Quichi smiled and said, “I don’t want to have a long-distance relationship with you.”

Mo Xin’s expression remained serious, he didn’t believe a word of it.

Liang Qiuchi sighed lightly, straightening up, still holding Mo Xin’s waist, with a helpless smile, “You’re too sharp. I was still thinking about how to bring it up.”

Mo Xin brushed aside his hand, coldly saying, “tell me the truth.”

Under his cold gaze, Liang Qiuchi couldn’t help but stand a little straighter, reporting the plan he and Mo Qi had devised to Mo Xin, just like an obedient elementary school student.

After listening, Mo Xin fell into silence.

Giving him time to think, Liang Qiuchi also pondered in his heart. Mo Xin’s lack of outright refusal indicated that there was room for negotiation.

To his surprise, after thinking for a while, Mo Xin nodded, “Okay, let’s do it.”

Liang Qiuchi was even more surprised, “I thought you wouldn’t agree.”

Mo Xin said solemnly, “I didn’t agree before because there were better options. Now that we’ve taken the first step, there’s no reason to retreat.”

Liang Qiuchi looked at him with relief.

Mo Xin felt his ears heat up under his scorching gaze, “What’s wrong? I didn’t say anything wrong.”

“You didn’t,” Liang Qiuchi reached out to play with his reddened earlobes, “It’s just that sometimes you’re too cute, and it makes me forget that you’re General Mo, undefeated in battle.”

Mo Xin brushed away his hand, lowering his eyelids and saying softly, “I’m not as impressive as you say.”

“How could that be? My Mo Xin is the most impressive.” Liang Qiuchi bent down to meet his eyes, intentionally lowering his voice, “When we return to San Lorenzo, I’ll have to ask you to take good care of me.”

Mo Xin solemnly nodded, “With me around, no one dares to touch a hair on your head.”

Liang Qiuchi couldn’t help but kiss him on the lips, “So tender.”

Mo Xin wrapped his arms around his neck again, sitting on the desk with Liang Qiuchi’s thighs between his legs, bringing their bodies close together. “Feel it again, am I tender?”

Liang Qiuchi chuckled and kissed him again, their lips intertwined, their voices becoming more ambiguous, “Why are you so red? You’re so hot…”

Mo Xin liked to hear Liang Qiuchi’s words tease him, but every time he couldn’t help but blush and hurriedly shut Liang Qiuchi’s mouth with his own.

At dinner time, neither of them went downstairs.

Others were also aware and considerate, not coming to knock on the door and disturb them.

Around 9:30 in the evening, Mo Xin finally went downstairs.

Danga was located in the south and had already entered summer ahead of time. He was wearing a black tank top and shorts, his muscular figure attractive yet not overly exaggerated, very eye-catching.

Especially the few red marks on his collarbone, making people’s minds wander.

Vincent felt his face heat up and looked away, not knowing what to do with his hands. He simply ran to the kitchen, “I’ll heat up the dishes for you.”

Mo Xin sat down on the sofa without realizing it, looking at Mo Qi, who was smiling but silent, “What are you laughing at?”

Mo Qi shrugged, asking, “Where’s Liang Qiuchi?”

Mo Xin didn’t answer, just looked at him calmly with a hint of coldness.

Mo Qi chuckled, “What’s with that look in your eyes?”

Mo Xin said flatly, “You and him seem to have an understanding.”

Mo Qi’s smile grew even more, “Are you jealous?”

Mo Xin said seriously, “I’m your brother. Your plans can be hidden from him, but not from me.”

Mo Qi’s smile gradually faded.

Mo Xin looked at him with deep eyes, “What are you going to do when you go to Lugo to find Pei Ji?”

Mo Qi pondered for a moment, then smiled and squinted his eyes, “You’re so smart, you must have guessed already. There’s no need to ask me again.”