On a rainy night, the school beauty knocked on my door and asked for shelter

However, what Chen Mo wants to become now is a reliable man who allows the woman he likes to act coquettishly and freely, and a reliable father who allows his children to act coquettishly and freely with him.

The door closed softly, and the faint scent of my mother's perfume lingered in the entryway, quietly spreading out.

Chen Mo leaned against the door for a while, the warm and soft touch of his mother's palm still lingering on his cheek. That long-lost feeling of being cherished like a child, with a bittersweet warmth, settled heavily into his heart.

He let out a soft sigh, carefully folding away the emotions of parting and tucking them into the softest corner of his heart.

Turning around, I found the living room completely quiet.

Sunlight streamed through the half-open blinds, casting dappled shadows on the floor, while tiny dust particles danced leisurely in the beams of light.

Su Yuqing stood quietly beside the sofa, unconsciously clutching a corner of the "Complete Guide to College Freshmen" in her hand, her gaze softly fixed on him.

She had clearly heard the mother and son's last conversation outside the door, and her clear eyes were filled with understanding and a hint of barely perceptible heartache.

"Auntie...is gone?" she asked softly, her voice as if afraid of disturbing the peace.

"Yes, my flight is this afternoon." Chen Mo nodded and walked towards her, a gentle smile naturally spreading across his face, trying to dispel the lingering dust of parting in the air.

He walked up to Su Yuqing, naturally reached out, and gently brushed away a strand of hair that had been ruffled by the fan breeze from her cheek. The touch of his fingertips carried a comforting warmth. "That's how my mom is, always in a rush."

"Auntie is so good to you." Su Yuqing looked up at him slightly, her eyes filled with pure envy and warmth.

She gently placed the book on the sofa, then stretched out her hands as if cradling some fragile treasure, and gently cupped Chen Mo's cheeks.

Her fingertips were slightly cool, but her movements were a careful, gentle, and clumsy imitation—imitating Chen Xi's actions from earlier.

"How are you?"

Chen Mo was slightly taken aback, and then a huge warm current instantly enveloped him.

He didn't flinch, but instead lowered his head slightly so that she could hold him more easily, his deep eyes reflecting her concerned little face.

He had just been thinking that he no longer had the chance or the person to be affectionate, but now he realized that he seemed to have overlooked an important person.

With Su Yuqing, he could occasionally let down his tough exterior and act cute.

“Okay, of course it’s good.” He said in a low voice, his voice slightly hoarse. “It’s just… I haven’t had a proper conversation with my mom in a long time. It’s a little… um, a little strange, but I also miss it.”

He spoke frankly, with a self-deprecating smile.

As he spoke, he lay down on the sofa, his head naturally resting on Su Yuqing's lap, his arms wrapped around her waist, like a child clinging to his mother.

But between them, there were little romantic gestures between lovers.

Su Yuqing looked down at the honest tenderness in his eyes, and her heart softened as well.

With a look of doting affection, she gently stroked the contours of his cheek with her fingertips, as if tracing his features, but also conveying a silent comfort.

"I think your aunt is so lovely. Her eyes were red when she left. She loved you very much." "I know, it's just that sometimes I get angry that they're not around, but those are things I thought when I was little." Chen Mo smiled, raised his hand to cover Su Yuqing's hand that was gently stroking his cheek, wrapped her hand in his warm palm, and gently held it. "Parents have their own difficulties..."

“I understand.” Chen Mo’s head was close to Su Yuqing’s abdomen, his voice buzzing. “Actually, as long as I see them healthy and happy, I don’t ask for anything more.”

"This is indeed more important than anything else. With Auntie's personality, she should be easily satisfied and happy." Su Yuqing was quite envious of Chen Xi's personality.

Chen Mo nodded. "That's true. She was overjoyed to hear the 'certification of a perfect match' that she wanted to hear this time."

Mentioning the words "good match," two blushes quietly rose on Su Yuqing's cheeks. She lowered her eyes shyly, but did not pull her hand away. Instead, she let him hold it, her fingertips gently rubbing against his cheek in a response with a hint of dependence.

The [Su Meng Jue] that was placed close to her body seemed to warm up slightly, soothing her heart through the thin clothing.

Without the mother's "lively atmosphere," only the two of them remained in the living room. That quiet solitude, tinged with a touch of tentativeness and sweetness, once again filled the air, but this time with a sense of peace that came after everything had settled down.

"What do you want to eat tonight?" Chen Mo broke the brief silence, put his arm around Su Yuqing's soft waist, smelled her fresh fragrance, and said with a smile, "My mom isn't here, so there's no one to treat us. We'll just have to cook for ourselves."

It was almost noon, but Chen Mo and Su Yuqing had just had a free meal at Chen Xi's place, so they didn't need to eat lunch. They only needed to think about afternoon tea and dinner.

“Okay! What do you want to eat? I’ll cook tonight!” Su Yuqing was eager to try, seemingly wanting to fill the little sense of loss in Chen Mo’s heart after his parents left.

Chen Mo looked up at her bright eyes, a thought suddenly struck him, and he smiled, "There should still be some pork ribs and corn in the fridge? I remember... you seem to really like corn and pork rib soup?"

Su Yuqing looked at him in surprise: "How did you know?"

She really liked the sweet and sour corn and pork rib soup, especially when she was tired or restless, a bowl of hot soup always brought her inexplicable comfort.

But she didn't seem to have specifically mentioned it to him.

For my last birthday, my mother specially cooked longevity noodle soup for me because there were other drinks available, so she didn't cook any extra pork rib and corn soup.

Chen Mo simply smiled and offered no explanation.

That was when Chen Mo visited her home before. Although her mother was insane, she would still occasionally make a pot of pork rib and corn soup for her to drink.

Unfortunately, she couldn't get any more drinks by then.

After discussing the dinner arrangements, the two suddenly fell into a quiet silence.

Su Yuqing let Chen Mo lie on her lap, with his arms around her waist, and gradually fell asleep.

Watching him fall asleep peacefully on her lap, Su Yuqing felt a sense of peace that was hard to describe.

She gently stroked Chen Mo's back with a loving expression, hoping he could sleep more soundly.

Soon, as her hands began to clap slowly, her eyelids grew heavy, and as she closed her eyes, the jade pendant in her bosom seemed to emit a faint glow. (End of Chapter)