Be a Good Boy and Marry Me

Gu Li suggested with a gleeful smile.

Mo Shiting raised an eyebrow, “Record a video? For what?”

“So I can watch it when I miss you.”

Mo Shiting refused, “If you miss me, it’s better to call me directly.”

“But there will be times when it’s not convenient, like when you’re sleeping or having a meeting.”

After Gu Li said this, seeing that he was still reluctant, she hummed, “I knew it, you talk nicely, but in reality, you’re not willing to do a little thing for me. Forget it, I will not force you, I’m leaving.”

With that, she pushed him away and stood up.

Mo Shiting quickly pulled her back into his arms, gritting his teeth, “Fine! I’ll do it! However much you want!”

Gu Li’s eyes twirled with mischief, she smirked: “Hehe, that’s more like it.”

…

Mo Shiting thought that Gu Li’s idea of recording a short video was just a few simple words. Who knew, there were many actions and lines set up. It took him an entire hour to complete a three-minute video.

On the screen, Gu Li was staring at Mo Shiting’s stiff expression, shaking her head disdainfully, “Brother Ting, it’s a good thing you didn’t go into acting, otherwise, with your awkward acting skills, who knows how many directors you would’ve upset.”

Mo Shiting’s handsome face darkened, “There will be no next time!”

“Oh no, please.”

Knowing she upset him, Gu Li hurriedly cooed, “Even though your acting is horrible, you look great on camera. Just looking at your handsome face takes away my appetite. If I were a director, I would film you every day, and only you.”

“Humph!”

Well, that’s more like it.

“What’s the purpose of your filming?”

Mo Shiting didn’t believe her previous excuse of “watching it when missing him”.

Gu Li had to confess, “Actually, I just want to indulge my fantasy of being a director. I could film anyone, but filming you is the most challenging.”

Mo Shiting glanced at her sideways, his voice light but full of danger, “So you’re implying I’m the worst actor?”

Gu Li grinned obsequiously, “NONONO, it’s because I only want to film you.”

Upon hearing this, the corner of Mo Shiting’s lips curled up slightly, the shallow curve buoyant.

…

That afternoon, Gu Li went straight back to school, while Mo Shiting returned to his hectic work life in the office.

Of course, with Tang Yue still hospitalized, he would make time to visit him now and then.

Unexpectedly, Tang Wan had also come to Hua Country.

“Chairman Tang, hello.”

Mo Shiting politely greeted Tang Wan, then said, “You should have said that you were coming here. I would have had someone pick you up.”

Tang Wan responded with a gentle smile, “I know you’re busy, so I didn’t want to disturb you. By the way, I heard you got married. Do you have time in these next few days to meet up and have a meal with your wife?”

The most ideal son-in-law had become someone else’s husband, she felt a pang of regret, but… who could she blame for losing Tang Tang? Sigh.

Tang Wan felt a sudden sharp pain at the thought of her missing daughter. However, she maintained her composed smile, not wanting to convey her sorrow to them.

Just as Mo Shiting was about to respond, Tang Yue beat him to it, “Shiting’s wife is still in her third year at university, and the school is far from the city center. It might not be convenient.”

After saying this, he subtly signaled Mo Shiting with his eyes.

Mo Shiting caught on and understood his concern, so he nodded, “Yes, she is preparing for exams and won’t have much time. Next time, when there’s an opportunity, I’ll bring her to meet you.”

“Alright then.”

Tang Wan did not insist.

She was genuinely curious to meet the girl who had won Mo Shiting’s heart. She must be both excellent and kind, right?

Eventually, they would meet.

Tang Wan stayed in the ward for a while. Knowing that Mo Shiting and Tang Yue were likely to have a man-to-man talk, she left first with Mother Tang.

Once they were gone, Tang Yue said, “Ideally, Gu Li and my sister should never meet. I’m counting on you.”

Mo Shiting pursed his lips, “Why do you always assume the worst?”

Perhaps Gu Li was Tang Tang. Or, even if she wasn’t, she could help ease Tang Wan’s pain from losing her daughter.

Tang Yue shook his head, his expression resolute, “I know my sister well. She wouldn’t use Gu Li as a substitute for her affection. If anything, Gu Li’s presence would only cause her more pain.”

“Why are you so sure that Gu Li isn’t Tang Tang?”

Mo Shiting spoke with an edge of bewilderment.