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

Chapter 348 The Metamorphosis of Love

After the Disney trip, life in Cloud City returned to its usual rhythm.

The sunlight is still gentle, and the breeze is still light, but people's moods have changed.

Su Mairou returned to Roulin Workshop and threw herself back into her work.

The workshop received more and more orders, and she was busy almost every day, but this sense of fulfillment made her feel satisfied.

Mo Yan has also returned to his job, and his daily meetings, projects, and negotiations are all proceeding as usual.

On the surface, everything seemed normal.

But observant people will notice that the atmosphere of Roulin Courtyard has quietly changed.

Mo Yan still comes to the courtyard in the evening, bringing flowers, fruits, or carefully selected ingredients.

He would play chess and tell stories with Duoduo, chat and joke with Lin Manlin, and help Su Mailou cook and wash dishes.

Everything is the same as before, but what's different now?

It was a subtle change that was hard to describe—more eye contact, more tacit understanding in a knowing smile, and more unintentional touches of fingertips.

Lin Manlin keenly noticed these changes. Whenever she saw the quiet and warm atmosphere between the two of them alone, she would walk away with a satisfied smile, leaving them some space.

Duoduo seemed to vaguely sense something as well, and she began to mention the "Uncle Mo and Mom" ​​pairing more and more frequently, as if in her young mind, the two of them were meant to be a couple.

Mo Yan could clearly sense the changes in Su Mailou.

She no longer deliberately kept her distance, no longer nervously retreated when he approached, and no longer hurriedly looked away when their eyes met.

Instead, there is a natural acceptance and response—when he hands her a cup of tea, she smiles and thanks him, her fingertips lightly brushing against the back of his hand;

When he told a joke, she would laugh out loud without any restraint, and the laugh lines at the corners of her eyes would bloom like flowers.

When they were alone, she no longer made excuses to leave, but instead sat quietly beside him, sharing a comfortable silence.

These changes gave Mo Yan a glimmer of hope, yet he dared not act rashly.

He wanted to confess his feelings again and solidify their relationship, but he was also afraid of breaking this delicate and beautiful balance.

And so, time passed day by day, and the feelings between the two grew quietly in silence, like a seed.

Until that ordinary evening.

The summer sunset painted half the sky red, and a gentle breeze carrying the fragrance of flowers lightly swept across the stone table and benches in the courtyard.

After dinner, Duoduo excitedly announced that she was going to her classmate's house to play.

"Mommy, can I go to Xiaowen's house to play? She has a new set of building blocks, it's super fun!" The little girl blinked her big eyes, her face full of anticipation.

Su Mairou glanced at her watch: "It's getting late, let's go tomorrow?"

"Just for a little while, okay?" Duoduo drawled in a coquettish voice, gently tugging at her mother's clothes with her little hand.

Lin Manlin interjected at the opportune moment: "It's alright, I'm going out to buy some things anyway, I can drop Duoduo off there and pick her up tonight."

She winked at Su Mairou and smiled meaningfully: "You two should just stay home and rest."

Su Mairou blushed slightly, but still nodded in agreement.

After seeing Lin Manlin and Duoduo off, the courtyard instantly fell silent.

Mo Yan offered to help clear the dishes: "You rest for a bit, I'll wash the dishes."

Su Mairou did not refuse, but simply nodded slightly: "Thank you."

Mo Yan walked into the kitchen, where the sound of running water filled the air, accompanied by the clinking of dishes.

Su Mairou stood in the courtyard, looking up at the gradually darkening sky.

The last rays of the setting sun bathed the flowers and plants in the courtyard, gilding them with a golden glow.

A gentle breeze brushed against her hair, bringing a touch of coolness and a sense of determination.

She took a deep breath, turned and went into the house, took out a bottle of red wine and two wine glasses from the cabinet, and then took out a document that had been prepared in advance from the drawer.

Su Mairou placed everything on the stone table and waited quietly.

After washing the dishes and drying his hands, Mo Yan walked out of the kitchen and saw this scene—

Su Mairou sat at the stone table, with an open bottle of red wine and two wine glasses in front of her. The afterglow of the setting sun enveloped her profile, outlining a soft contour.

At that moment, Mo Yan's heart skipped a beat.

She was so beautiful, like a painting, like a poem, that one dared not disturb her.

"Come and sit down," Su Mairou said, looking up and inviting her with a smile.

Mo Yan walked over slowly and sat down opposite her.

Su Mairou poured red wine into two glasses and gently pushed one towards him: "Try it, this is a bottle I've been saving."

Mo Yan took the glass, swirled it slightly, admiring the beautiful arc of the liquid rippling within, then took a small sip: "Very good, rich with a hint of fruitiness."

Su Mairou also took a bite, then pushed the document in front of him: "Mo Yan, there's something I want to talk to you about."

Mo Yan put down his wine glass and picked up the document with curiosity.

The document's title was clearly written as "Love Agreement".

His heart skipped a beat, and he looked up from the document to meet Su Mairou's gaze.

Her eyes held tension, anticipation, and a hint of vulnerability that was barely perceptible.

Mo Yan took a deep breath and began to carefully read the contents of the document.

The agreement is simple, yet every word carries immense weight.

&34; No marriage or children, couples choose their own partners; remain faithful during the relationship but have freedom and are not restricted from contacting other members of the opposite sex;

If you develop feelings for someone else, you must be honest about it and may choose to end the relationship; Financially independent, do not interfere with each other; ...&34;

After reading the last line, Mo Yan looked up and found Su Mailou staring at him nervously, her fingers unconsciously circling her wine glass.

"Are you waiting for my answer?" Mo Yan asked gently.

Su Mairou nodded, her voice trembling slightly: "Yes. I know it sounds strange, but I—"

"I'll sign." Before she could finish speaking, Mo Yan took out a pen from his pocket and signed his name on the agreement.

Su Mairou was stunned, seemingly not expecting him to be so decisive.

"Don't you...don't you need to think about it again?" she asked uncertainly.

Mo Yan smiled slightly and pushed the signed agreement back to her: "I've thought it through very clearly. Actually, I think the same way you do; I hope that two people are together because of love, not responsibility and constraint."

His voice was deep and sincere: "I believe true love is built on the foundation of freedom. I also believe we can have such love."

These words were like a pebble thrown into Su Mairou's calm heart lake, stirring up ripples.

She had prepared an explanation, ready to face his possible doubts or objections, but she never expected him to understand her so well, to understand her concerns, and to understand her expectations.

As the last rays of the setting sun disappeared below the horizon, the lights in the courtyard automatically turned on, casting a soft glow on the stone table and illuminating the faces of the two people.

Su Mairou felt her eyes welling up slightly, and a feeling of warmth and emotion welled up in her heart.

This man always understands her deepest thoughts, respects her decisions, and provides her with unwavering support at crucial moments.

She picked up the pen and solemnly signed her name on the agreement.

After signing the last word, she took a deep breath and looked up.

But she found Mo Yan staring intently at her, his eyes bright and sparkling with a gentle light.

"Can I kiss my girlfriend now?" he asked softly, his voice filled with anticipation and tenderness.