She didn’t expect to nod seriously again. “Yes, I think he doesn’t want me anymore.” With that, she smiled widely. She actually smiled!

He slammed his glass down heavily, causing a sharp clinking sound on the table. “What are you putting on this forced smile for? Tell me clearly what’s going on. Has he fallen for someone else?”

“I don’t know.” Her cheeks flushed, her watery eyes glazed over as she nervously fiddled with her empty glass, turning it in circles. “It’s just that we’ve been talking less and less. Recently, when I call, he doesn’t pick up, and when I write, he only replies with a few words.”

“So you’re just going to wait for him like this in Taiwan?” He rolled his eyes. “Won’t you fly to America and ask him what’s going on?”

“I… I’m too scared.”

“Why are you scared?”

“What if he really says he doesn’t want me anymore?” She whispered, looking at him with a pitiful gaze.

“You idiot!” He almost couldn’t contain his frustration.

She blinked and suddenly chuckled. “But I’ve told myself that I’ll only wait for him another year. Once I turn thirty, I’ll stop waiting for him.”

Wait another year? She’s hopeless! Mo Tingfeng thought bitterly, but then his alertness kicked in. “So, you’re twenty-nine this year?”

“Yes.” She nodded.

“And you’re a year older than me…” He muttered in annoyance.

“What did you say?” She didn’t hear clearly.

“I said,” he glared at her, “How dare you have those kids call you ‘sister’ but want me to be ‘uncle’?”

“Huh?” She looked confused, her slightly parted pink lips shimmering like dewdrops on freshly bloomed cherry blossoms, soft and delicate.

He stared at her in a daze, then abruptly averted his gaze, his tone now rougher. “Anyway, stop acting like a coward. In the end, it’s the same result—might as well cut things cleanly now!”

“What do you mean by that?” She pouted in protest. “Are you saying he’s definitely going to dump me?!”

“Isn’t that what you think?” He sneered.

“I…” She blinked pitifully, her glasses slipping slightly, adding to her already flushed, tipsy appearance, making her look even more silly.

He couldn’t stand it anymore, so he snatched off her glasses and tossed them onto the table, mocking her. “I misjudged you. I thought you were a strong and brave woman, but it turns out you’re just a fool when it comes to love!”

“Then are you really so clever when it comes to love?” She huffed in displeasure. “Tell me, why did you break up with your girlfriend? Come on, tell me!”

Without her glasses, her delicate features were even more striking, and her large, dreamy eyes now had a hint of allure.

Mo Tingfeng stared at her again, dazed. After a moment, he sighed and turned his gaze away. “She got injured while shooting an advertisement, stitches on her forehead.”

“So what?”

“She’s afraid I’ll bring bad luck to her.”

“What?!” Chu Minghuan gasped, tapping her head, trying to think.

“Wait, is what Vicky said true? Do the Mo family men really have rumors of bringing misfortune to their wives?”

“So you know about that too?” His tone was low and somewhat resentful.

She blinked, trying to understand the expression on his face, but she wasn’t sure if it was just her imagination—he seemed to carry a hint of melancholy.

She instinctively wanted to comfort him. “Please! How could you believe such baseless rumors? Don’t tell me you even believe you’ll bring bad luck to your wife!”

“I don’t believe in it, the problem is…” He frowned.

She knocked her head again, trying hard to recall what her friend had said that night at the club.

“Vicky said every girlfriend you’ve had either got sick or injured?”

“Yes.”

“It’s just a coincidence… right?” She questioned softly.

He could tell she had doubts, so he drank in silence.

“So does that mean you’ll never get married?” she asked again.

He glared at her. “I want to get married!”

She finally realized she had said something wrong and quickly corrected herself. “Yeah, yeah, don’t worry, you’ll get married someday.”

That was the most insincere comfort! He shot her a look and coldly snorted before declaring, “I want to get married now.”

“Huh?” She was shocked. “Isn’t it too early? I thought most men don’t want to get married before thirty.”

“I want my dad to have a grandson sooner.” He spoke earnestly, since his father was getting old and should enjoy the pleasure of having grandchildren.

“Oh, so it’s for the family line!” She understood and paused before asking curiously, “I heard you’re your dad’s late child. Is he really that old now?”

“He’s almost eighty.”

Wow! He’s really old!

“Well, I understand now. You should get married soon so he can have a grandson…” She fully understood, but the problem was with such a “glorious” history, it was unlikely any woman would easily agree to marry him.

Unknowingly, she stared at him, and there was a trace of sadness in his gaze.

He froze for a moment, suddenly feeling embarrassed and frustrated. “Don’t look at me with that pitying expression!”

“No, no!” She realized she had hurt him again and quickly waved her hands. “A man like you doesn’t need pity! Let’s drink, let’s drink!”

She tried to persuade him to drink, hoping alcohol would ease his troubles.

Mo Tingfeng noticed what she was trying to do and was tempted to shake her and warn her not to look down on him. He wasn’t the kind of man to suffer because of love.

But then he saw her fair and smooth skin, the graceful curve of her neck so delicate it seemed it might snap at any moment. He couldn’t bring himself to do it, deciding against it. A big man like him shouldn’t argue with a small woman.

Just as he thought of himself as a gentleman, a sudden knock sounded in his ear. He looked over in shock.

This foolish woman, she actually passed out drunk on the table!