Forced into a romantic relationship

Chapter 86 Now it's time to admit you're a kept man, right?

Chapter 86 Now it's time to admit you're a kept man, right?
Time quickly came to twelve o'clock.

As usual, Jiang Baiqian did not stay at home at noon today. She prepared lunch in advance before the mealtime, and when it was almost time, she went out with her expensive handbag.

To be honest, Han Zhou still doesn't know what Jiang Baiqian is doing when she goes out. It doesn't seem like she's going to work at all. If he asked her now, Mo Yixia would probably tell him, but he's too lazy to ask.

"You were alone with my mom for about ten minutes. What did she say to you?"

Mo Yixia brought the heated food to the table, took off her mask, and sat down slowly. She looked at Han Zhou across from her for a moment before picking up her chopsticks.

Seeing this guy happily eating from his rice bowl without answering her question, she said indifferently, "Do you really think you're a glutton?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't have breakfast today, I'm starving."

Han Zhou made indistinct sounds, and although he said he was sorry, he didn't seem embarrassed at all.

My persona in this family is that of a glutton. What's wrong with eating more?
Previously, for the sake of his health, he had always maintained a very regular schedule, eating three meals a day on time. As a result, his stomach had developed a habit of getting hungry if he missed a meal, and now he just wanted to fill his stomach.

Mo Yixia looked down at her empty rice bowl and sighed softly, "I understand you're hungry, but why can't you add a bowl for me when you add rice for yourself?"

Han Zhou stopped what he was doing and asked in bewilderment, "Help you? You usually serve yourself rice and don't need my help. Once when I helped you, you got upset."

He was deeply impressed by this incident.

Mo Yixia said calmly, "The past is the past, and the present is the present. We should look at things from a developmental perspective. And if I'm not mistaken, my mother should have given you a significant raise. Consider this your service fee for following my orders from now on."

Han Zhou was taken aback, feeling suspicious, but he didn't refuse. He put down his rice bowl and was about to help the other person get more rice, but the latter had already gotten up and started serving himself.

Mo Yixia shoved the rice spoon hard into the rice, adding more rice as she did so, reminding, "Remember to be more proactive next time."

Han Zhou asked, puzzled, "It's fine to be proactive, but how did you know your mom gave me a raise?"

Is this guy a god?
"Because you were so excited when you returned to the study, the same kind of excitement you had when you heard my mother's salary offer. You couldn't hide that feeling of smug satisfaction."

Han Zhou knew that Mo Yixia could interpret micro-expressions, but he didn't believe she was that good at it, able to see even this kind of thing, and the second half of her sentence was obviously nonsense.

He was a little puzzled just now. He was just a temporary tutor and didn't have the performance bonus system for office workers. Even if he improved Mo Yixia's grades, it shouldn't have led Jiang Baiqian to raise his salary. But now he understands.

He asked doubtfully, "It must have been you who mentioned the raise to your mom, otherwise she wouldn't have suddenly thought of this, which is why you said it was your service fee..."

The more he thought about it, the more convinced he became that this was the truth.

Mo Yixia lowered her head and denied it: "I figured it out."

"How did you figure that out?" Han Zhou pressed.

"It's something I can see with my own eyes."

Han Zhou chuckled: "You're quite stubborn."

Mo Yixia paused in her actions, looked up at him, touched her rosy lips with her chopsticks, and then lowered her head: "It's soft, want to try some?"

Han Zhou almost spat out the food in his mouth. He was completely dumbfounded. Why did this guy's nonsense seem to have become even more "aggressive"?
Before he could speak, Mo Yixia pushed the fish in front of her forward as usual and asked, "Do you know why I asked my mom to give you a raise?"

"Didn't you just deny it?"

Mo Yixia pretended not to hear and continued, "Because I see you seem to be quite poor, consider this money as a breakup fee from me. That way, even if you eventually lose me, you won't be able to live off me anymore, and you won't have to go back to the life of picking up trash to make a living. How about that, are you touched?"

"I have never lived a life of being a kept man or scavenging for garbage..."

Han Zhou's face darkened. "And what's more, you're quite flexible with this money, calling it a breakup fee one minute and a service fee the next..."

However, he was indeed a little touched and said helplessly, "Don't add fuel to the fire. I think the situation is actually not bad. Although your mother has the idea of taking you away, she is probably still struggling with it. She asked me to talk to her because she wanted me to sound out your thoughts and see if you have any intention of leaving. So she should care about your opinion on this matter."

Mo Yixia shook her head: "It's just something I care about right now, because my mom hasn't gotten a reason from my dad that's enough to make her decide. Once she feels that I need to leave, then my opinion will be irrelevant."

Han Zhou had guessed this would be the case, and pondered, "So what we need to do now is very clear: give your mother a reason not to leave before your father does. Once she's on our side, you won't have to worry about leaving."

"That's the theory."

Mo Yixia said, "However, it is not easy to find a reason that can move her enough, and it is also very difficult to put forward the reason in a natural way."

The two had already discussed similar topics yesterday and come up with a solution. Now they were just reviewing the key points and difficulties of the matter, so Han Zhou did not continue.

But he suddenly felt something was off: "Speaking of which, what reason could your dad possibly have that would be so important as to get your mom to agree to you transferring schools at this crucial juncture of your senior year?"

Mo Yixia shook her head: "I don't know. If I did know, I wouldn't be so worried."

The two conspired together while eating, and even practiced ventriloquism for a while. After finishing their meal, they returned to their study to continue studying.

Calling it learning is not quite accurate.

Mo Yixia doesn't like eating fish, but she loves to slack off. In the past, when she pretended to be a bad student, she could put on a show of studying hard in front of Han Zhou. Now that she's come clean, she doesn't even bother to pretend anymore. From beginning to end, she just finishes the exercises that Jiang Baiqian needs to check, and then starts to lazily slack off, chatting with Han Zhou along the way.

Han Zhou had witnessed the true nature this guy had once hidden, and he wanted to laugh a little. He originally wanted to give her a good talking-to, to teach her that even if she had talent, she shouldn't be too lazy. But when he thought about how this guy would be all alone in the study after he left at four o'clock, and how even slacking off would be especially lonely, he felt a little sorry for her.

Even if the effort he showed was forced, he had still worked hard for a long time, so it was only right that he took a break. He first carefully checked the exercises she had completed, and after seeing that all the questions were completely correct, he let her have her way.

It's already quite good to be able to get all these questions right. It's okay to slack off occasionally; it's all about balancing work and rest.

The two chatted about various things today, but the main topic was Han Zhou. Mo Yixia seriously expressed that she wanted to learn more about him, but no one knew what she was up to.

Time is never as we wish; it is exceptionally rebellious. When you desire it to pass slowly, it speeds up and rushes by, while when you want it to move quickly, it begins to dawdle.

It was quickly past four o'clock. Mo Yixia hadn't forgotten what she'd said that morning. She took a white T-shirt from the wardrobe in her bedroom and handed it to Han Zhou. The T-shirt was very new, clearly not worn much. Han Zhou took it and examined it repeatedly. The shirt was indeed unisex and felt very comfortable to the touch. He couldn't help but ask, "This shirt must have been expensive, right?"

"I don't remember, but it should have been around two or three thousand, not expensive."

Mo Yixia spoke casually, and perhaps only at this moment could Han Zhou remember that this girl who always wore a school uniform and ran around was actually a wealthy young woman whose family owned an entire neighborhood.

"This isn't expensive? To be honest, I really don't understand why some clothes can be so expensive, it makes me afraid to wear them..."

Han Zhou clicked his tongue in amazement. For him, clothes were just about comfort; even if he had money, he wouldn't pursue luxury too much. He wondered, "But these clothes are obviously too big for you. Why would you buy such a piece of clothing?"

Mo Yixia said calmly, "I buy my clothes seasonally, and I buy a lot at once. I don't take the time to choose carefully, so I always end up buying clothes that don't fit."

Is this how rich people shop...? Han Zhou clicked his tongue in amazement and said, "I believe you have a lot of clothes, but in my memory you've always worn school uniforms, haven't you? You've never worn anything else. Is there a special reason for that?"

He had wanted to ask this question for a long time, and it was one of the three major problems in his mind, along with masks and baseball caps.

Mo Yixia said calmly, "I stay at home all day, so it doesn't matter what I wear. I don't really like dressing up, and I find school uniforms more comfortable, which also fits my image as an innocent high school girl."

She paused, then continued, "But if you really want to see me in nice clothes, that's not impossible. I've heard you guys like black..."

"Stop it, stop it."

Seeing that this girl was getting more and more outrageous, Han Zhou quickly interrupted her and cautiously asked, "Can I really wear this dress? Are there any conditions attached?"

He was afraid that this guy would try to make some kind of bargaining again.

"Don't worry, this is something we agreed on this morning. I'll explain it to my mom too, you can trust me."

Seeing that Mo Yixia had made a promise, Han Zhou finally felt relieved. He ran to the bathroom to change into the T-shirt and found that it actually fit him surprisingly well. He looked in the mirror and thought it suited him quite well.

He walked out of the bathroom, found a bag, put the floral shirt he had changed out of in it, and said, "Thank you, I'll be going now. I'll wash the clothes and bring them back to you tomorrow."

"No need," Mo Yixia shook her head and said, "I won't wear clothes that other people have worn, so I'll give these clothes to you."

"How does this work?"

Han Zhou's expression changed. He couldn't afford such expensive clothes. "If you cared about this, you should have said so earlier."

Mo Yixia looked into his eyes: "Don't overthink it. I planned to give you this dress from the beginning. I know it's your birthday soon, and if I've already left by then, this will be an early birthday present for you."

"And if we can meet again then, consider it a thank you gift for these past few days, birthday gifts are a separate matter."

Han Zhou was stunned, not because he was curious about how Mo Yixia knew his birthday, but because he didn't expect her to suddenly think of giving him a gift.

Was this something that was planned in advance?
"What, do you think this gift is too perfunctory?" Mo Yixia asked.

Han Zhou let out a long sigh and joked, "It was indeed perfunctory. I might have been happier if it were money."

"Thank you, then I'll accept this gift." He said with a wry smile, "But you're being too despicable, saying we can meet again. You're just playing the emotional card, aren't you? It makes me really want to do anything to get the princess back."

He touched the T-shirt he was wearing.

Seeing that Han Zhou had accepted her feelings, Mo Yixia seemed to smile: "Now you should admit that you're a kept man."

Han Zhou's face darkened, and he opened the door to leave.

"correct."

Mo Yixia suddenly called out to him.

"I wore this dress once and haven't washed it yet, so don't take it back and smell it."

Han Zhou had initially thought this guy had something important to say, but upon hearing this, his face darkened even more.

"besides."

Mo Yixia called him back again.

He stopped again and turned around helplessly.

Beside the shoe cabinet, a girl wearing a mask and a baseball cap waved gently.

"See you tomorrow."