Quick Wear: Love still depends on two love brains

Quan Jiuxi's hand holding the silver spoon paused slightly, then he raised his head, and the corners of his lips curved up to just the right angle - a faint smile fell into his eyes, and even the curve of his eyes was gentle, like a carefully trimmed lily of the valley.

But Mo Qinghan on the opposite side didn't even raise his eyelids. He used the silver fork to cut the steak with precision and force. The porcelain plate was scratched with a tiny "sizzling" sound, which was particularly harsh in the quiet restaurant.

His eyes were fixed on the rice in the bowl, his long eyelashes drooped, hiding the emotions in his eyes, revealing only a cold and hard jawline, as if the person opposite him was an annoying ball of air.

Tsk.

This little pervert.

Quan Jiuxi spat inwardly, his fingertips gently stroking the edge of the spoon, but the smile on his face did not diminish at all, he just lowered his eyelashes quietly.

Mo Zhenxiong was chatting enthusiastically with Su Manli when he suddenly remembered something. He put down his chopsticks and looked at Quan Jiuxi with a concerned tone:

"Xiao Xi, have you decided where you're going to live in the future? The apartment we mentioned before is still getting some air. If you don't mind, you can stay at the Mo family for a few days."

Quan Jiuxi immediately put down the spoon and placed his hands gently on his knees, his posture as obedient as a docile little rabbit.

When she raised her head, there was a shy smile in her eyes, and even her voice was soft: "Uncle, don't bother. It's only a ten-minute walk from here to school. I can just live here and save some commuting time."

When speaking, she deliberately avoided Mo Qinghan's direction, and her eyes only stayed on Mo Zhenxiong and Su Manli's faces, looking sensible and afraid of causing trouble to others.

Mo Zhenxiong was silent for a moment, and his gaze unconsciously drifted to Mo Qinghan who was diagonally opposite him.

The young man straightened his back, as if the conversations around him had nothing to do with him, but the slightly white knuckles holding the silver fork still revealed his impatience.

Mo Zhenxiong knew his son all too well—he was always stern, especially towards strangers. If Xiaoxi, such a well-behaved "girl," really moved in, and encountered his moody son, who knows how much she would suffer.

"This..." Mo Zhenxiong tapped the edge of the table with his fingertips, his tone hesitant, "How about uncle ask the assistant to urge you again? You can stay in the guest room for two days and move in after the apartment is packed?"

"Really!" Quan Jiuxi waved his hands quickly. His movements were not large, but he was very anxious, as if he was afraid that Mo Zhenxiong would really arrange other accommodations.

"The guest rooms are great, I'm not picky."

At this moment, a lukewarm voice suddenly sounded from the side, like a piece of ice hitting the warm atmosphere: "Who allowed her to live here?"

Mo Qinghan finally raised his head and threw the silver fork into the porcelain plate with a harsh clang.

His eyes were as cold as ice, and they fell directly on Quan Jiuxi. There was no warmth in his eyes under his long eyelashes, and even his tone was filled with strong rejection.

Mo Zhenxiong's face darkened, and he said in a deep voice, "Qinghan, be careful with your words! From now on, Xiaoxi is your sister, and the Mo family is also her home."

"Sister?" Mo Qinghan opened his thin lips and uttered the word coldly, with undisguised sarcasm in the ending tone, "A 'sister' who got in by pretending to be married?"

"Qinghan!" Mo Zhenxiong's voice deepened. "Your Aunt Manli and I are getting married soon. From now on, we will be a family, and Xiaoxi will naturally be a part of this family as well."

Mo Qinghan snorted coldly, a hint of sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes swept over Quan Jiuxi - at this moment, Quan Jiuxi was lowering his head, his shoulders slightly hunched, looking frightened and cowering, and even his fingertips were gently twisting the tablecloth.

He stared at her "letting others manipulate her" look, his disgust growing even stronger. But he suddenly changed the subject, his tone slightly "gentle" and deliberate: "Okay, since you are my 'sister', I will definitely take good care of you in the future. Just don't regret it."

He emphasized the word "take care of" with unspeakable malice.

After he finished speaking, he didn't look at anyone again. He stood up, the corner of his black coat brushed against the dining chair, leaving a chill, and walked straight upstairs.

Mo Zhenxiong rubbed his brows and waved his hand helplessly:

"Just ignore him. He's just stubborn. He'll be fine after a while. Let's continue eating."

Quan Jiuxi watched Mo Qinghan disappear at the stairs, his brows knitting together slightly. "Xiaoyi, check his condition."

[Yes, sir.]

We've detected an abnormal heart rate in the little villain, and he's showing signs of mania. While he hasn't inherited his mother's mental illness, his long-term anorexia has left him underweight, and he's been sleep deprived for two weeks. Multiple indicators are abnormal, and he has quite a few issues, sir.]

Quan Jiuxi nodded, a hint of understanding flashed in his eyes, and he sighed softly - Mo Qinghan's psychological problems are deep-rooted and difficult to alleviate in the short term, but the physical deficit must be compensated as soon as possible, otherwise it will only aggravate his emotional problems.

In the following month, Quan Jiuxi did not see Mo Qinghan again.

Even at Mo Zhenxiong and Su Manli's wedding, the seat belonging to Mo Qinghan at the end of the red carpet was always empty.

Quan Jiuxi stood beside Su Manli, watching the newlyweds exchange rings, but he was thinking about his strategy in his mind.

As the school starts approaching, Su Manli and Mo Zhenxiong also set off for their honeymoon abroad. Before leaving, Mo Zhenxiong specifically told Quan Jiuxi that he could contact him at any time if he needed anything.

On the night before school started, Quan Jiuxi came to Mo Qinghan's villa carrying a simple suitcase.

The villa is located halfway up the mountain and is surrounded by camphor trees. It is extremely quiet at night and even the sound of wind blowing through the leaves can be heard clearly. It is so quiet that it doesn't seem like anyone lives there.

Mo Zhenxiong had already arranged everything. The bed sheets and pillowcases in the guest room were all new, and half of the space in the closet was reserved. He was obviously a thoughtful and considerate stepfather.

Quan Jiuxi put down his suitcase and looked around - there was no sign of the housekeeper Li Tian here. Mo Zhenxiong said that Li Tian was mainly responsible for the affairs of the old house and rarely came to this villa.

She sat in the living room for a while and didn't hear any movement. It was obvious that Mo Qinghan was not at home.

"Xiaoyi, where did he go?"

[Sir, according to the location, the villain is speeding on the winding mountain road outside the city. The current speed has exceeded 180 kilometers per hour. The risk factor is extremely high.]

Quan Jiuxi nodded and didn't ask any more questions - speeding was Mo Qinghan's common way of venting his emotions. If he went to stop him at this moment, it would only backfire.

I simply packed a few sets of clothes and went to the bathroom to take a hot shower. Fatigue overwhelmed me and I soon fell into a deep sleep.

I don’t know how long I slept, until midnight, when I suddenly heard a "clang" sound of something heavy falling to the ground downstairs. It was sharp and piercing, and instantly woke Quan Jiuxi up from his sleep.

She suddenly opened her eyes. The moonlight from outside the window poured in through the gauze curtains, casting tiny shadows on the floor, while the movement downstairs continued, as if something was broken.