When Sheng Mumu went to Su Tingran's house, she saw the servants moving things outside.
There were several cardboard boxes piled up on the front lawn.
Just as she was wondering, Su Tingran walked out from behind the door.
Seeing Sheng Mumu had arrived, Su Tingran smiled and said, "Mumu, you're here."
"Tingran, are you moving?" Sheng Mumu pointed at the boxes on the ground.
She clearly remembered that the Xiaoyu Yue Ting villa was registered under Su Tingran's name, so she shouldn't have to move out, right?
Su Tingran smiled lightly and said indifferently, "I'm not moving. Song Yue called me this morning and said he was coming to collect his belongings he left behind this afternoon."
When Sheng Mumu heard Song Yue's name, she instantly frowned,
"What belongings could that scumbag have left behind? Green hats?"
Su Tingran couldn't help but laugh out loud, thinking Sheng Mumu's indignant appearance on her behalf was particularly cute.
Su Tingran and Sheng Mumu went into the house together, leaving the housekeeper to take care of the rest.
At four o'clock in the afternoon.
Song Yue's car stopped outside the villa.
Just as Song Yue was about to drive into the yard, the housekeeper closed the iron gate.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Song, external vehicles are not allowed to enter private residences."
Song Yue was stunned, pointed at himself, "Me? Do you know who I am?"
He suspected it was because he didn't go home much usually, so the housekeeper had gotten muddled and didn't recognize his face.
"I see you clearly, Mr. Song." The housekeeper's expression remained unchanged as he raised his hand and pointed to the outside of the main gate, "You can also take a look over here."
Song Yue looked in the direction the housekeeper was pointing.
At the gate, the sign that used to be engraved "Song Residence" had been replaced with "Su Residence" at some point without him noticing.
Song Yue was speechless for a long time, shocked beyond belief.
In just a few days.
The people in this house no longer recognized him.
"Mr. Song, our mistress said that since you've come to collect your belongings, you should park your car outside and move them yourself."
Song Yue had nowhere to vent his grievances. He slammed the steering wheel heavily.
The car horn let out a long honk.
The sound startled Su Tingran and Sheng Mumu who were having tea on the second floor balcony.
Looking in the direction of the sound, they saw Song Yue get out of the car looking very upset and slam the car door shut.
Su Tingran withdrew her gaze and said to Sheng Mumu, "Mumu, you were right, his face is all red from anger."
Fifteen minutes ago, Sheng Mumu had given Su Tingran the idea to not let the scumbag take his things so smoothly.
Sheng Mumu smiled, and her bad habit of talking nonsense when happy acted up,
"Of course, my graduation thesis was called '108 Effective Ways to Anger Scumbags to Death'."
On the other side.
When Qi Mo heard about the whole situation from Butler Zhang,
Including the exaggerated parts added by Sheng Mumu.
With his understanding of Sheng Mumu, it wasn't hard to guess what kind of psychological process she had gone through these past few days.
A fleeting tension and loss flashed through his dark pupils.
In an instant, his heart ached to return home.
Not far away.
The Old Lady put away her sword sheath and walked towards the bench leisurely.
Suddenly, an excited and joyful voice came over.
"Old Lady, Mr. Qi—" Jiang Doctor ran over to them.
After stopping, he panted heavily and grabbed the Old Lady's shoulders, unable to conceal his excitement as he announced,
"It's gone! The latest checkup report no longer shows any signs of the tumor. Old Lady, you've recovered! The treatment effect is even better and faster than expected."
The Old Lady was stunned and took several seconds to digest Jiang Doctor's words.
After a while, the wrinkles on her wrinkled face slowly lifted up, folding together happily.
"Doctor Jiang, you and your master have taken great pains these days." With obvious joy in his eyes, Qi Mo didn't forget to thank Jiang Doctor amidst the happiness.
Jiang Doctor smiled, his gaze turning towards the distance.
At the end of his line of sight, his master stood under a tree, smiling lightly and nodding at them.
"Mr. Qi, please, the remuneration you gave us is more than ten times that of outside jobs. It's our duty to take good care of the Old Lady." Jiang Doctor turned to look at the Old Lady, "Although there are no longer any signs of the tumor now, it's best to stay here for observation for another half month just to be safe."
Qi Mo: "Alright."
Just as he finished speaking, the Old Lady patted his arm.
"Don't wait here for the remaining half month, you can go back now. Being away from home for so long, you must miss Mumu and Xiaodian a lot."
Qi Mo paused and didn't answer. At heart, he still felt uneasy.
The Old Lady looked up at her much taller grandson who was still hesitating, and pushed his arm again.
Her tone became impatient as she complained in quick succession,
"Go, go, leave quickly, don't stay here and be a nuisance."
"Staring at your phone all day long."
"Your heart has flown who knows where when your person is in Germany."
Qi Mo's figure was tall and straight, yet he was pushed back half a step by the Old Lady's gentle force.
The corners of his mouth slowly curled up as he nodded lightly, "Alright, I'll listen to you."
After arranging things in Germany, Qi Mo had Dong Assistant book the earliest flight.
He was expected to arrive in Jing City by night.
Xiaoyu Yue Ting.
When Su Tingran came to the front yard, Song Yue had already moved all the boxes but was still standing in the yard without leaving.
Last night, Song Yue had not slept at all and drank a bottle of red wine.
He replayed the scenes of getting acquainted with, falling in love with, and marrying Su Tingran over and over in his mind. The more he thought about it, the more regretful and remorseful he felt.
So he deliberately borrowed the excuse of collecting his clothes to say a face-to-face apology to Su Tingran.
They stood at the door of the villa.
Song Yue's lips moved, just about to speak.
Next door, Mrs. Xu passed by them.
Mrs. Xu didn't know the situation and greeted them, "Mrs. Song, Mr. Song, are you going out for dinner?"
Su Tingran looked over with a radiant smile, "Sister Xu, we got divorced. I'm no longer Mrs. Song anymore. Just call me Little Su from now on."
Song Yue's body stiffened, suddenly feeling chilled to the bone, as if his heart was stabbed by an icicle.
Seeing Su Tingran's bright and lively smile, he could no longer get out that "I'm sorry."
He knew that she no longer needed his apology now.
After Song Yue left, Su Tingran opened a bottle of expensive red wine, intending to celebrate their new life with Sheng Mumu.
As they sat down in the small side room and were choosing wine glasses, Sheng Mumu's phone vibrated with a new message.
Qi Mo: "Do you still stand by what you said last time?"
Sheng Mumu stopped what she was doing, and a question mark slowly rose in her heart.
Scrolling up to check the chat history, she realized she hadn't seen the message Qi Mo sent her a few hours ago.
Sheng Mumu jokingly replied:
"What did I say? If it was about eating grass after weighing myself, then of course not. [laughing emoji]"
Qi Mo: "What you said about your two superficial preferences."
Sheng Mumu: ???
Before she could think more, a string of red packets with transfer amounts of several zeros suddenly popped up on the screen, one after another, seven or eight in a row.
Sheng Mumu was stunned, and her fingers reflexively clicked to accept the money transfer.
The red packets kept coming in. She quickly asked, "What are you doing?"
Qi Mo replied in one second: "Giving in to your preferences."
Sheng Mumu's heartbeat slowed for a few seconds as her dimples sank in unknowingly.
She mocked in her heart: "Sly old fox, always coming up with these fancy tricks."
On the side, Su Tingran had picked the wine glasses and turned to look at Sheng Mumu.
At this moment, the smile on Sheng Mumu's face had faded, replaced with a completely serious and solemn expression. She was frowning deeply, her fingers continuously poking the screen.
"What's wrong, Mumu? Whose message is it?" Su Tingran asked in puzzlement, feeling that Mumu looked very serious.
Sheng Mumu casually responded: "Qi Mo."
Su Tingran looked worried: "Mumu, you've been accompanying me recently, Qi Mo isn't mad at you for ignoring him, is he? I remember Qi Mo is quite aloof. What if he gets angry—"
Before she could finish speaking, Sheng Mumu waved her hand with a laugh, interrupting:
"How could he get angry? He's quite friendly."
