She went to the wrong table on a blind date and ended up getting married to a billionaire CEO.

Mo Yan accepted the "Love of Time" ornament from Lin Manlin, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart.

He gently stroked the heart-shaped copper wire on the ornament, as if he could feel the emotions and warmth that Su Mairou had poured into the design.

What a gentle and skillful woman it must be to design such a work.

Mo Yan imagined Su Mailou weaving handicrafts by hand, perhaps no less elegant and focused than a woman playing the piano at a top concert.

Her fingers look so long and slender; they must be beautiful to move nimbly.

"Mai Rou, this design is so beautiful, how did you come up with it?" He was a little lost in thought and asked subconsciously.

Su Mairou was momentarily stunned.

This was the first time Mo Yan had called her by her name; before, he had always called her "Miss Su."

She was a little unsure how to respond, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Assistant Mo, thank you for the compliment. I don't know how I came up with that idea."

Back then, I felt that when couples were deeply in love, their biggest wish was to stay together forever and grow old together.

I wanted to design a product that could express the relationship between time and love, a feeling that is both romantic and eternal.

Then I thought of the pocket watch…

"An ancient and elegant tool for recording time. It not only records the passage of time, but also carries people's respect and appreciation for time; just like the precious moments spent together by lovers, every moment is a testament to love."

As soon as Su Mairou mentioned the pocket watch, Mo Yan continued the conversation, recounting the second half of the story.

Su Mairou nodded subconsciously, and Mo Yan continued, "This idea is really great."

Lin Manlin watched from the side and couldn't help but smile like an aunt.

The older woman next to them also sensed that the atmosphere between the two was a bit off.

I wanted to make a joke, but in the end I didn't dare to say it.

Su Mailou is an ordinary divorced woman raising a child. She runs a small, run-down shop and is just getting started.

But that man, Mr. Mo, is said to be a high-ranking executive working for his brother-in-law, who is a second-generation rich kid with a very successful business.

Mr. Mo is single and unmarried; he can't find any woman he doesn't want.

The two seem mismatched.

They dared not make any inappropriate jokes, afraid of being impolite. Mr. Mo was unhappy, but even more afraid of embarrassing Mai Rou.

At this moment, Su Mairou spoke up with a generous smile, "Yes, thank you for liking my work."

"You're welcome. We're already so familiar with each other, so please don't call me Assistant Mo anymore. I've already enjoyed so many meals here, made friends with Duoduo, and received gifts. Just treat me as a friend and call me by my name."

Seeing Mo Yan's relaxed and casual demeanor, Su Mairou also relaxed.

Yes, Duoduo and Mo Yan got along very well on their last vacation. Lin Manlin also calls Mo Yan by his first name or "Brother Mo".

We all get along like friends.

Is it a bit deliberate that only he calls himself "Assistant Mo"?

The first time she directly interacted with Mo Yan was when she was in the hospital and wanted to ask the doctor for help to get a fake pregnancy report, but she was refused.

Just as she was at a loss, she saw Mo Yan walking over with two people.

He was wearing a black trench coat, revealing his broad shoulders and slender figure.

He strode in, as if carrying an invisible storm. His powerful aura was enough to freeze the surrounding air.

His expression was calm and confident, with a faint smile playing on his lips, making him appear both unfathomable and exuding an undeniable air of authority.

The problem was solved in the blink of an eye.

Thinking back to Mo Yan back then, and looking at the Mo Yan standing in front of me now, I inexplicably feel that he is not the same person anymore. He is truly not the same Assistant Mo from back then.

Su Mairou smiled and said, "Okay, Mo Yan."

"Can I watch your weaving process later? I'm recovering from an injury recently and haven't had much to do, so I'm quite curious about how this is made."

"Of course, no problem! You can learn it if you want!"

Lin Manlin ran over and chimed in, "Mo Yan, you have such a wide range of interests! Quickly call Teacher Su, and this afternoon Sister Mai Rou will guide you in making your own custom handmade item. Don't you like this 'Love of Time' design? Let's make that one."

"That would be wonderful, Teacher Su, is that alright?" Mo Yan asked without any hesitation.

Su Mairou smiled and said, "Sure, no problem. This product is out of stock. We're going to restock this afternoon. Even though Valentine's Day is over, people are still buying it from time to time, so we do need to keep some stock on hand."

The long table in the studio over there has been set up. Several women have brought out the raw materials and samples, and are ready to start work.

Su Mailou pushed Mo Yan to the long table in the studio.

They placed him on the side where he could get some sun: "Sit here and get some more sun."

Su Mairou herself sat at the long table in the studio, holding a bundle of fine copper wire in her hand, her eyes focused and gentle.

Mo Yan sat beside him, his eyes filled with curiosity and a hint of barely perceptible anticipation.

"First, we need to make the dial."

Su Mairou's voice was soft and clear as she deftly wrapped copper wire around her fingertips, demonstrating basic weaving skills.

"Look, we need to do this: cross the copper wires and then twist them tightly to form a sturdy frame."

Mo Yan imitated her movements, but he was clearly not skilled enough, and the copper wire seemed somewhat unruly in his hands.

"Here, place your hand in this position and apply pressure evenly, not too tightly, not too loosely," Su Mailou leaned over to give pointers, gently touching Mo Yan's fingers.

Mo Yan felt his heart race. Her voice whispered in his ear, carrying a warm feeling and a faint floral scent, so close he could almost touch her.

He tried his best to calm himself down.

Adjust the angle and pressure of your knitting, pretending to be the most diligent student.

Mo Yan studied intently, and his fingers began to become more dexterous, gradually bringing the copper wire to life in his hands.

Children can be taught.

Su Mairou was surprised that Mo Yan actually learned so well, so she taught him even more enthusiastically.

"Finally, we will set in crystal beads."

She picked up a small crystal bead and showed it to Mo Yan.

"These beads are like tears of time, each one representing a precious moment."

Mo Yan carefully took the crystal bead and diligently pasted it on.

The bright and gentle afternoon sun shone down, making everything so tender and shimmering with golden light.

The older sister, who had wanted to joke but hadn't dared to before, looked up at the scene and two words flashed through her mind: "A perfect match."