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“Uncle Rong, Mo Su has just arrived and is not yet accustomed to the etiquette and diplomacy here. If there’s anything, please let me know,” Shangguan Shaoyi politely declined.
Rong Hai took a sip of red wine. Shangguan Shaoyi was indeed different from before, her words were full of protection for Cheng Mo. He sighed, feeling that his daughter had truly encountered a formidable opponent.
“It’s alright, Shaoyi,” Cheng Mo said quietly, her slender wrist lowering the tall wine glass, her calm gaze sweeping over Rong Hai. “Mr. Rong, please feel free to speak.”
Shangguan Shaoyi quietly glanced at her, filled with concern. She smiled back at him. He finally smiled helplessly, “Alright, I’ll wait for you outside.”
As the sound of his footsteps gradually faded away, Cheng Mo’s Water Eyes looked at Rong Hai, her gaze bright. “Mr. Rong, please go ahead.”
This girl indeed possessed an extraordinary calmness, but given her age, this calmness seemed somewhat deliberately cultivated. Rong Hai smiled; having navigated the business and political world for decades, no detail could escape his keen observation.
“My daughter is still quite inexperienced compared to you,” he sighed inexplicably, his eyes filled with warmth.
“How could that be? Miss Rong is charming and adorable, innocent and carefree. She truly has a rare good character,” she replied casually, but she increasingly did not understand Rong Hai’s meaning.
Rong Hai chuckled lightly. “She has been spoiled since childhood; not only have I indulged her, but the Shangguan Family treats her as one of their own. I believe Miss Cheng has heard stories from their childhood, so I won’t elaborate further. However, there is one thing I still want to tell Miss Cheng.”
Sweat beads formed slightly in her palm. In front of an old fox like Rong Hai, she suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of pressure. Maintaining a graceful smile on her face, she softly asked, “Could I trouble you for a cup of tea? I seem to have a low tolerance for alcohol…”
“Of course.” Rong Hai instructed a servant to bring over a pot of fruit tea and smiled, “I’m not sure what kind of tea leaves Miss Cheng likes; Yu Qiao loves fruit tea. Although I can’t taste its sweetness, I think young people should know a thing or two about it. Please enjoy, Miss Cheng.”
Cheng Mo smiled slightly and took a sip of the fragrant tea with her Rose-Colored Lips. The warmth in her cheeks decreased slightly, and her tension eased considerably.
Seeing that she had regained her composure, Rong Hai continued, “Miss Cheng, may we resume our previous conversation?”
"Naturally." Cheng Mo put down her teacup and smiled slightly.
"When we were young, Yu Qiao always followed Lin around, even insisting on going to the battlefield with him. She did many things for Lin, some of which I know and some I don't. But with Lin's personality, do you think he would forget the kindness Yu Qiao showed him in the past?" He sighed. "This is partly my fault. When Lin was fleeing, Yu Qiao cried and insisted on looking for him, but I restrained her. It was too dangerous, and I didn't want her to get involved. As you can see, the result was..."
"Miss Cheng, you helped him when he was at his lowest point. His feelings for you are a mix of gratitude, remorse, and pity. As for his feelings for Yu Qiao... as someone who has been through it all, I can see it clearly. He has a deep-seated concern and bond for Yu Qiao that has developed since childhood. Of course, you could interpret this feeling as something akin to sibling affection. But do you really think what you've done for him compares to what Yu Qiao has done? A person like Lin, who understands gratitude and knows how to repay kindness—do you think he would forget Yu Qiao's goodness?"
Cheng Mo was taken aback, listening to Rong Hai's somewhat weary voice continue: "You can't see how good he is to Yu Qiao right now because he has buried those feelings deep inside. Such deeply rooted emotions will eventually erupt one day, and by then it will be uncontrollable."
Cheng Mo sat upright and elegantly took a sip of tea, smiling as she said, "Mr. Rong, that's not correct. Even if Shaoyi has feelings for Miss Rong, it is not romantic love. Mr. Rong shouldn't confuse or misinterpret the concepts."
Rong Hai laughed heartily; Cheng Mo was quite clever to understand the implications of his words. He looked into her pure eyes and realized that if he didn't intervene, his daughter truly had no chance of winning Shangguan Shaoyi from Cheng Mo.
"Miss Cheng, the concepts are interconnected; I am not confused. Do you know what my relationship with Yu Qiao's mother is?"
Cheng Mo quietly watched him, waiting for him to continue. Rong Hai shook his head and smiled: "Yu Qiao's mother is my cousin who grew up with me."
"Oh? That sounds like a lovely story," Cheng Mo replied casually.
"I only have brotherly feelings for my cousin; there are no romantic feelings involved. At that time, our families had arranged a marriage, but I stubbornly refused to marry her because I was in love with another woman. Don't you think this situation is quite similar to yours now?"
Cheng Mo was taken aback; her fair skin glowed with clarity in her bright eyes. Her smile was serene and beautiful. "What happened later?"
"Well, men generally think alike; having one more woman is better than having one less. Naturally, I followed my family's arrangements and married both women." Rong Hai took another sip of wine as if lost in memories of the past. "You see, human nature is fundamentally similar; people only wish for more rather than fearing having too much. You believe he can be wholeheartedly devoted to you because you have yet to experience the harsh realities of life."
"I believe Shaoyi." She blurted out without thinking, her luminous gaze quietly resting on the ring on her ring finger.
Rong Hai certainly noticed the ring, a slight smile appearing on his lips. "This ring is beautiful; it seems a lot of effort has been put into it. Would you like to continue listening to my story?"
"Please go on," Cheng Mo replied, showing some interest with a nod.
"I married my cousin, but I didn't pay much attention to her because I thought she was an old-fashioned woman, not as wonderful as the one I loved. But eventually, I grew tired of the woman I loved."
"Why is that?"
Rong Hai gazed deeply into the distance, lost in memories. "That woman was both beautiful and talented, from a good family, much like a delicate daffodil that needed care and nurturing. She wouldn't seek to please me and lived according to her own ideas. If we argued, it would take about a month to coax her back. She exhausted me and made me uncomfortable. As for my cousin... she only sought to make me happy, even her clothing and style were based on my preferences. Once the novelty wore off, all I wanted was to live in a space that made me comfortable. Gradually, I drifted away from her, and my relationship with my cousin became more stable. Eventually, she couldn't bear it anymore and divorced me to return to her family."
Cheng Mo lowered her eyes, and Rong Hai could tell she was listening intently. He said, "Miss Cheng, you and that woman are extremely similar in temperament; both require constant care. Do you think Ling can always treat you this way? Won't you tire him out?"
Cheng Mo remained silent, her warm palm resting on the edge of her teacup, unaware of how Shaoyi had entered.
"Mo Su," he called out worriedly, pulling her into his embrace and silently observing the calmness of her lips. He frowned slightly. "Why do you look so pale?" He turned his sharp gaze towards Rong Hai. "Uncle Rong, what have you said to Mo Su?"
"Nothing much," Rong Hai shrugged with a smile on his face, his eyes murky, making it difficult for others to discern his true thoughts. "I spoke with Miss Cheng. If you insist on marrying her, I agree. But you must also marry Yu Qiao. As for who becomes the main wife and who becomes the secondary wife, I have no preference. This is my greatest concession; what do you think?"
His probing gaze fell on Shangguan Shaoyi, and Rong Hai smiled gently while casting a sidelong glance at Cheng Mo, seemingly reminding her to prepare herself for Shaoyi's upcoming answer—an answer that might completely disappoint her.
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