Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

After dinner, this family meeting, which could be described as the "Dingbei Prefecture Board of Directors," finally came to a successful conclusion.

Everyone received their KPIs, and they were all incredibly motivated, like they'd been injected with adrenaline.

Lin Mo stood up, his gaze sweeping around the dining room before finally settling on Shen Qinghe, who was still lost in thought in the corner.

Judging from the looks of it, she was really frightened today, and she still hasn't fully recovered her senses. Her little face is deathly pale.

"Cough cough."

Lin Mo cleared his throat, successfully attracting everyone's attention.

"Sixth Sister-in-law was frightened today, and she deserves the most credit. I personally escorted her back to Qingya Residence."

These words immediately created an awkward atmosphere at the dinner table.

Qin Ruxue rolled her eyes and turned her head away, too lazy to pay him any attention.

[Pshaw, that's like a weasel paying respects to a chicken—it's up to no good! It just finished eating and is already thinking about stealing the cabbage!]

Liu Yiyi rested her chin on her hand, her peach blossom eyes smiling like crescent moons, her gaze sweeping back and forth between Lin Mo and Shen Qinghe, full of inquiry.

[Oh? So you're finally going to make your move on Sixth Sister? Will you have tea first, or take a bath first?]

Gu Ling'er, who was excitedly planning her own future while holding Liu Yiyi's arm, suddenly looked up when she heard this and winked at Lin Mo.

That expression seemed to say:

Oh wow, my husband, I'm rooting for you! GOGOGO!

Only Gu Meng'er remained oblivious, looking adorably clueless. She blinked her big, watery eyes, glancing at this one and then at that one, completely unaware of what her sisters were laughing about.

In her naive world, wasn't it perfectly normal for her husband to send her sixth sister back home?

Why does everyone look so surprised?

Shen Qinghe, who was publicly called out by Lin Mo, blushed bright red.

She's been through so much today that her mind is still a complete mess and she can't process it at all.

Under the ambiguous gazes of the crowd, she stood up almost instinctively, her head bowed low, her voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

"Thank you... thank you for your trouble, Uncle."

……

Lin Mo and Shen Qinghe walked one after the other along the corridor of Qingya Residence.

As night deepened, the lanterns hanging in the mansion emitted a dim yellow light, casting long shadows of the two people on the bluestone slabs.

The atmosphere was somewhat silent, even awkward.

Lin Mo couldn't help but turn around and glance at Shen Qinghe, who was half a step behind him.

The beauty kept her head down, her lotus-like steps light and small, like a startled fawn, afraid of accidentally stepping on his shadow.

Under the light, her fair face appeared even more beautiful and refined, with long eyelashes drooping down and casting a small shadow under her eyelids.

With her slender, long swan neck and an elegant long dress that hugged her shapely figure, she walked with a graceful sway of her waist, exuding a unique charm reminiscent of the Jiangnan water towns.

Lin Mo's heart fluttered at the sight.

Wow, no wonder she's called an artistic goddess, she really nails that aura.

"Sixth Sister-in-law".

He deliberately slowed his pace and walked alongside her.

"Um?"

Shen Qinghe was startled and suddenly raised her head. Her gaze met Lin Mo's for a moment before she quickly looked down again.

"You must have been terrified today, right?"

Lin Mo tried to break the awkward silence by making conversation.

"No, no..."

Shen Qinghe's voice was still trembling slightly.

How could I not be terrified?

The image of Wang Laizi being kicked into the wall is still playing on repeat in her mind. She feels she will never forget his bloody and mangled appearance.

Not to mention that later he was forced to kneel on the ground by dozens of fierce-looking thugs, crying and begging for mercy.

She would never even dare to dream of such a scene in her entire life.

But when Lin Mo took her hand and said in a relaxed tone, "It's okay," the fear in her heart really did dissipate.

Instead, there is a sense of security that is hard to define.

That was a feeling she had never experienced since the Shen family fell into decline and she was forced to marry into the Lin family.

Lin Mo was secretly amused by her insincere behavior.

Fine, if you say no, then no.

That little brat is so stubborn.

He didn't expose him.

After all, there's always an adjustment period for these things. You can't rush things. You have to eat one bite at a time, and you have to take your wives one step at a time... cough cough, to build up the relationship.

Just then, a light drizzle began to fall from the sky.

The night breeze, carrying a cool, damp feel, was very pleasant on my face.

The two of them happened to walk to the corner of a corridor, outside of which was a lotus pond.

The night rain pattered on the pond water and lotus leaves, making a soft, clear, and pleasant "drip-drip-drip" sound.

The lotus flowers in the pond quietly bloomed in the night, and a few red lotuses swayed gently in the rain. The petals, wet with water, appeared even more vibrant and beautiful.

Lin Mo stopped and looked at the scene before him, suddenly feeling his artistic side starting to stir.

No, I need to do something special to show off my cultural knowledge in front of the goddess of art and literature.

You can also boost your popularity along the way.

Not bad.

So Lin Mo cleared his throat, and imitating the ancients, he adopted a melancholy posture, gazing at the sky at a 45-degree angle, and slowly recited in a magnetic voice:

"A pool of clear water reflects the lotus blossoms, and the rain adds to their fragrance."

"The cries of monkeys on both banks could not be stopped, the light boat... Holy crap, it's crossed the Taiwan Strait."

My attempt to show off failed miserably; so embarrassing.

Lin Mo coughed twice, wishing he could disappear into a crack in the ground.

This is incredibly embarrassing.

He was prepared to make up any excuse to get by.

But when he turned his head, he saw Shen Qinghe standing still in the same spot.

Her eyes, which always held a hint of timidity, were now fixed on Lin Mo, shimmering with tears, filled with shock and disbelief.

a long time.

Shen Qinghe seemed to realize something, and her face immediately turned red, a burning red.

This poem...

Although it was an impromptu remark, the word "lotus" sounded to her as if it were describing her.

After all, her given name contains the character "荷" (lotus).

And the rain...

This word made her cheeks burn, her heart pound, and a whole drama unfold in her mind.

How could he...?

[Isn't he just a brawler and a smooth talker? How come he's using poetry to convey meaning?]

Rain patters... lotus flowers... how does he intend to "hit" me?

[The cries of monkeys on both banks... the cries of monkeys... is it a metaphor for the cries of the two of us...?]

[Ugh! What...what a crude poem! How could he be so blunt!]

In an instant, all sorts of embarrassing thoughts churned in Shen Qinghe's mind, making her feel like she was about to burst into flames.

Lin Mo, standing to the side, was completely dumbfounded.

He clearly heard Shen Qinghe's jumbled thoughts and was completely dumbfounded.

Seriously, girl?

I just wanted to show off and display my talent, how did you get the wrong idea?

It even went to Grandma's house!

Rain pattering on lotus flowers—what a beautiful scene!

How come it turns into an adult film in your eyes?!

Still the sound of monkeys on both sides of the river?

That's a poem by Li Bai!

What does this have to do with the sound you're thinking of?!

Listening to the forbidden little drama that Shen Qinghe had started playing automatically in her mind, Lin Mo felt that his reputation had been seriously damaged.

He opened his mouth, about to explain that he was of absolutely good character.

However, it seems that fate did not want to give him this opportunity.

"Splash—"

The drizzle in the sky suddenly turned into a downpour without warning.

A strong wind whipped up icy raindrops, pelting down on us.

A few drops of rain fell on Shen Qinghe's burning cheeks.

She jolted awake.

rain?

It's raining heavily!

It was as if a bolt of lightning had suddenly struck Shen Qinghe's mind.

She suddenly remembered something!

"Uncle, excuse me!"

Shen Qinghe suddenly screamed, abandoning even the most basic manners, and, lifting her skirt, turned and ran wildly towards Qingya Residence.

That speed was incredible, unlike that of a frail woman.

"Why?"

Lin Mo stood there, hand outstretched, completely bewildered.

What's going on?

This...this is an epiphany?

Or were they so amazed by my poetic talent that they went crazy?