Be a Good Boy and Marry Me

Just after Mo Shiting finished a meeting, he pushed open the door of his office and found Lu Cong leaning on a sofa in the reception area, his brows furrowed and his eyes dulled, lost in thought.

He walked over with steady steps. However, immersed in his own thoughts, Lu Cong didn’t notice his arrival.

Finally, Mo Shiting had to speak first. “Why are you here?”

Only then did Lu Cong come to his senses. He languidly turned his head and looked at him. “You’ve finished your meeting, huh.”

As he spoke, he straightened up, visibly more spirited than before.

Mo Shiting walked to the side of his work desk and instructed his secretary over the intercom to bring two cups of coffee. Afterwards, he went back to the single sofa next to Lu Cong and sat down.

“Speak.”

Knowing that Lu Cong was troubled by some relationship issues, Mo Shiting didn’t call him out on it.

After all, his sweet wife Gu Li had reminded him tirelessly not to reveal anything about his past with Murong Qian to Lu Cong.

A happy wife is a happy life, she always gets her way.

Lu Cong placed his intertwined hands on his mouth. After calming his emotions, he finally broke the silence. “Well… something might surprise you a bit…”

“Oh?”

Mo Shiting raised an eyebrow, his half-closed eyes flickered with curiosity.

Lu Cong continued, “Qianqian was my ex-girlfriend.”

Mo Shiting: “…”

“Oh.”

After a moment of silence, he gave a casual reply.

More surprised by Mo Shiting’s tranquil response than anything else, Lu Cong couldn’t help retorting, “Aren’t you slightly shocked?”

Without a word, Mo Shiting asked, “Why should I be surprised? She isn’t my ex-girlfriend.”

Lu Cong said, “If I ever found out about one of your ex-girlfriends, I’d definitely be taken aback.”

Mo Shiting asserted, “That’s impossible!”

“Don’t be so sure.”

Lu Cong shrugged, unable to resist hitting back, “I never imagined I had an ex-girlfriend either, but look at me now. Heh.”

Mo Shiting scoffed, “Do you think everyone is as clueless as you?”

“You’re getting personal now?”

“Who started it?”

“I didn’t badmouth you.”

“Quit bringing up all this nonsense about ex-girlfriends. And don’t show up in front of me again if you’re just going to spout off.”

Lu Cong: “…”

Seeing how serious Mo Shiting was, unwilling to even tolerate jokes, Lu Cong was amazed at how much he loved Gu Li.

Even icy-faced men could be wrapped around a finger.

Lu Yang walked in with two cups of coffee, just in time to hear the two grown men bickering, and couldn’t help but scoff in amusement.

Both Young Master Lu and Young Master Mo were already 50, why were they still acting like children?

Just as he set down the coffee and was about to leave to attend to other tasks, Lu Cong stopped him. “Don’t leave, Yang. Please judge our dispute for us! I was only teasing your young master a bit, why is he taking it so seriously?”

With a slight bow, Lu Yang replied, “Young Master Lu, there are some jokes that just shouldn’t be told.”

Lu Cong: “…”

Alright then. Both of them were on the same side. Why hadn’t he ever realized that?

“Carry on with your work.”

Mo Shiting finally spoke.

Lu Cong respectfully acknowledged and quickly exited the room.

Now, only the two of them remained in the large office.

Mo Shiting picked up his coffee and took a casual sip. He then nonchalantly asked, “Did Murong Qian tell you? Or did you remember it?”

Lu Cong sighed, “I wish I could remember. Before coming here, I specifically went to the hospital to see Professor Chen.”

“And?”

Mo Shiting asked, concern in his voice.

“I underwent a deep examination. There was no memory loss.”

Lu Cong told the truth.

Mo Shiting fell silent.

Since Professor Chen, a leading authority in neurology, had diagnosed that there was no memory loss, it was likely that someone had deliberately hypnotised Lu Cong.

Who could have done such a thing?

And what was their purpose?

Mo Shiting knitted his brow and was about to speak, when Lu Cong cut him off. “You think I was hypnotised too, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

Mo Shiting nodded slightly and looked at him. “Who do you think is the most suspicious?”

“Heh!”

Lu Cong laughed bitterly, “Who else could it be? It was either my mother, someone from the Li Family, or a collaboration between the two.”

The thought of these people treating him like a fool and manipulating him, led to a surge of anger in Lu Cong’s chest. He clenched his fists so tightly they creaked.

After leaving the hospital, he intended to confront his mother directly. But halfway home, he regained his senses and gave up on the idea. Instead, he turned the car around and came to discuss matters with Mo Shiting.

In this world, apart from Murong Qian, the person he trusted most was his closest friend, Mo Shiting.