Forced into a romantic relationship.

Han Zhou was slightly taken aback, but his smile remained unchanged: "That's right, Yi Xia."

The man gave him a deep look: "Go back, my daughter doesn't need a tutor anymore."

After saying that, he was about to close the door.

Han Zhou grabbed the doorframe, his immense strength preventing the other person from closing the door: "Excuse me, you're not the one who hired me, and I haven't even been paid yet. It doesn't seem reasonable for you to let me leave like this."

His goal was to see Mo Yixia and Jiang Baiqian, so how could he just leave like this? This guy was Mo Yixia's father, and he should have left a good impression on him, but he couldn't care less now.

"You haven't been paid?" The man frowned slightly and asked, "How much money do you want?"

He seemed to have gotten used to speaking to people in this condescending tone, “I am Mo Yixia’s father, and I hereby announce that from today onwards you are no longer my daughter’s tutor. I will transfer your salary to you, so please do not come to my house anymore.”

Han Zhou suppressed his smile, finding this guy utterly inexplicable.

He's been tutoring his daughter for almost a month and he didn't even know she had a private tutor. He's never seen this guy involved in Mo Yixia's life from beginning to end, but as soon as he appears, he's planning to arrange her fate... Is this really a father?

This was the first time he had ever disliked someone so much upon first meeting them.

Chapter 102 You Knocked Out Your Future Father-in-Law

To be fair, Jiang Baiqian is a very annoying mother.

Disregarding her daughter's feelings, he restricted her freedom, placed immense pressure on her, and even installed surveillance cameras throughout the house so he could see her every move, forcing her to develop the habit of wearing a mask wherever she went.

Regardless of her initial intentions, she undeniably placed Mo Yixia in an extremely oppressive living environment.

Han Zhou doesn't like to meddle in other people's family affairs, but that doesn't stop him from disliking a mother like Jiang Baiqian.

However, compared to Jiang Baiqian, he disliked Mo Yixia's father, who had "gone to Qishi for school," even more.

Although the former was extreme, at least she fulfilled her responsibilities as a mother, providing ample companionship and care, and striving to give Mo Yixia the best learning environment. But the latter, on the other hand, not only did she not show her face for a month, but she also didn't even know about her daughter's current situation, which made Han Zhou feel inexplicably angry.

Perhaps this father is very busy, constantly traveling for his family, or perhaps he has some unspeakable difficulties, but whatever the reason, it cannot cover up the fact that he is irresponsible.

As a father, he undoubtedly had the right to interfere in his daughter's studies, but Mo Yixia was still in a terrible state every day, which meant that he had never cared about his daughter, or that he had tacitly agreed to his wife's arrangements.

How could Han Zhou not notice that Mo Yixia would occasionally talk about her mother, but never about her almost invisible father? This alone was enough to explain a lot.

Perhaps it was because he himself had an irresponsible father, or perhaps it was because he felt sorry for Mo Yixia's experience, but Han Zhou had no good feelings towards the man in front of him from the very beginning.

What's more, this guy's attitude was so bad.

Han Zhou remembered what he was supposed to do today, so no matter what, he couldn't leave without even seeing Mo Yixia. So without saying a word, he increased the force with which he pushed the door.

What do you want to do?

The next second, Han Zhou pushed open the door and barged into the room. The man wanted to stop him, but his strength as an adult was no match for the skinny boy in front of him. He wanted to shout at him but was worried about attracting the attention of the neighbors, so he could only watch the other man enter the house with a grim expression.

As soon as he entered, Han Zhou went straight to the study. Based on past experience, Mo Yixia was likely there right now.

Han Zhou wasn't surprised to see Jiang Baiqian in the living room. Although Jiang Baiqian wasn't a good mother, she was quite polite to outsiders, at least in terms of appearances. If she were at home, she probably wouldn't let her husband treat the tutor like that.

But did she leave so early?

Han Zhou suddenly felt a little anxious, worried that Mo Yixia wasn't home either, so he quickened his pace. Fortunately, when he reached the door of the study, he saw that familiar figure as he wished.

She was still wearing the school uniform, mask, and baseball cap, her waist-length hair cascading down her slender waist. Her fair left arm was propped up against her cheek, while her right hand held a pen, indicating that she was doing her homework.

The moment Han Zhou saw the girl, he felt inexplicably relieved.

He didn't know when it started, but he seemed to have gotten used to seeing Mo Yixia's back every morning. If he didn't see her one day, he might feel a little uneasy.

Hearing footsteps, Mo Yixia spoke calmly without turning her head, saying, "You were a minute late today, and it's only because I was kind that you were late. Anyone else would have had their wages docked."

Han Zhou smiled bitterly to himself. He was certain that this guy had heard the sounds that had just happened outside the door and knew why he was late.

Looking back, Mo Yixia's father hadn't come along; she wondered what he was up to.

So he reached out his hand and asked in a low voice, "Is that your dad outside?"

Mo Yixia hummed in agreement, turned her head to glance at him, seemingly pondering the meaning behind his outstretched hand. Then she put down her pen, extended her hand in return, and silently placed her delicate hand into his palm.

The movements were natural and fluid, as if they had been practiced many times.

Han Zhou glanced at Mo Yixia, then looked down at the slender, white hand in his hand, his gaze instantly becoming blank.

The air was silent for two seconds.

Han Zhou took a while to come to his senses, and said in a dry voice, "What...what are you doing?"

"Didn't you reach out to me?"

Mo Yixia pretended to be innocent.

Han Zhou's lips twitched, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "I did reach out, but I didn't ask you to reach out too, much less to put your hand in mine..."

"Really? But you seem to be enjoying it quite a bit."

【Daily Task 1 (Mo Yixia): Collect 1/10 smiley faces out of 10 targets to earn 1 point】

Han Zhou didn't find it enjoyable, but he had to admit that this guy's hands were really soft.

Mo Yixia calmly withdrew her hand, showing no embarrassment whatsoever, and said composedly, "Then what do you want to do?"

Han Zhou sighed: "You clearly know what I mean, I want you to give me a mask."

He was certain that the guy did it on purpose.

"I see."

Mo Yixia took out a face mask and said softly, "I thought you were going to take me away..."

Because she was wearing a mask and speaking in a very low voice, Han Zhou, who hadn't had his hearing enhanced, naturally couldn't hear the second half of her sentence.

She handed the mask to Han Zhou: "This is the last mask. Remember to buy me a few more tomorrow."

Han Zhou was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly felt much more relaxed and smiled, "Okay."

The meaning of this sentence is quite clear: he should come again tomorrow.

"Didn't you sleep well last night?"

Mo Yixia sized him up for a while, then suddenly asked.

Han Zhou wasn't wearing sunglasses today, and upon hearing this, he smiled wryly and said, "Is it that obvious?"

"Of course, in the past your eyes were always shining with lust when you saw me, but today is different. Your eyes are dull and your steps are unsteady... Strange, did you overindulge last night?"

That's what you call excessive indulgence...

Han Zhou sighed, "I was wearing sunglasses the whole time, so where did that green light come from?"

Mo Yixia pretended not to hear and said to herself, "Then it seems you have insomnia. What, are you worried that you won't see me again in the future, so you can't sleep?"

【Daily Task 1 (Mo Yixia): Collect 2/10 smiley faces out of 10 targets to earn 1 point】

The girl gently brushed aside the stray hairs by her ears, her slightly upturned eyes like rippling spring water, flowing and echoing along with her clear, cool voice on the unknown riverbank.

Unfortunately, the curtains were tightly closed, and no sunlight could be seen.

If we could stand in the sunlight, this scene would surely be captured in a painting.

Han Zhou was somewhat lost in thought, suddenly realizing that it was quite interesting to be able to chat nonsense with this guy like this.

He put on a mask, shook his head and chuckled, "Yes, I couldn't sleep a wink all night."

"It sounds like a lie."

Mo Yixia rested her chin on her hand and looked at him. "You smooth talker, you wouldn't have gone out to find a woman in the middle of the night, would you?"

Han Zhou was startled, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets. He thought to himself, "Did you install a surveillance camera next to me?"

He subtly changed the subject: "Stop talking nonsense, where did your mom go?"

It wasn't entirely to change the subject; he was genuinely curious about Jiang Baiqian's whereabouts, as she usually stayed home in the mornings.

"out."

Mo Yixia didn't say much, but suddenly picked up her pen and said, "Come and teach me this problem. I've been trying to figure it out for a long time but I still can't get it right."

Han Zhou nodded and stepped forward to check the questions. Just then, Mo Yixia's father suddenly walked into the study, making his footsteps heavy. He walked straight behind the two of them and looked at them without saying a word.

The atmosphere suddenly became oppressive.

The man said coldly, "Xiaxia, have you forgotten what I told you? We have guests coming today. Why don't you ask your teacher to leave? My words don't seem to have any effect on him."

However, what followed proved that his words had no effect not only on Han Zhou, but also on Mo Yixia.

Mo Yixia seemed not to hear him at all, and handed the paper and pen to Han Zhou, saying, "You go ahead and speak, this is draft paper."

Seeing that Mo Yixia didn't care, Han Zhou naturally cared even less, so he immediately took the draft paper and began explaining as if no one else was around.

"The question is like this..."

Seeing himself being left out in the cold, the man's face immediately turned ugly. He wanted to lash out but didn't dare: "I've already called your mother. She'll come and talk to you later!"

"Want some oranges?"

Mo Yixia picked up an orange.

"I won't eat it, just listen carefully."

"Shall I peel it for you?"

"I'll call you nicely."

"..."

The man was furious, but the two men ignored him and became even more arrogant.

"Mo Yixia doesn't seem to care about this father at all..."

Han Zhou was secretly pondering the story between Mo Yixia and her father when he suddenly noticed something.

The question Mo Yixia was asking was clearly one she had calculated herself; the corresponding calculation process was on the draft paper, and the result was completely correct.

This is certainly not surprising. Mo Yixia was just pretending to be a top student who excelled in only one subject. These kinds of questions were not difficult for her. She usually only asked questions and did exercises to appease Jiang Baiqian and pretend to do so, while also slacking off in the process. This was something she and Han Zhou tacitly understood.

Han Zhou knew perfectly well that Mo Yixia could solve this problem, but what truly caught his attention was something else.

He discovered that Mo Yixia had added some punctuation marks that shouldn't have appeared on the draft paper during the calculation process. And it wasn't just one or two, but they appeared repeatedly and were hidden in the formulas, making them hard to notice if you weren't paying attention.

Comma, question mark, book title mark.

An ordinary person would likely have subconsciously overlooked it—it's just a few punctuation marks—but Han Zhou has an excellent memory and of course remembered the punctuation code that Mo Yixia had set not long ago. Considering that this seemed to be the first time the other party had proactively handed him the draft paper, he couldn't help but be startled.