Growing Fond of You, Mr Nian

Nian Qingshan was vexed. No wonder Nian Qingyun had always wanted to find a way to stuff Nian Junting back into her womb. She had her reasons.

…

At 9:00 p.m., Nian Junting left the gala and got back into his Maybach.

Lu Kang asked, “Mr. Nian, how did tonight go?”

“Initially my mother had already taken a liking to me, but Nian Qingyun got in the way of things.” Nian Junting sighed deeply.

Lu Kang, “…”.

Lu Kang scoffed to himself. Calling her your ‘mother’, Mo Jin might just slap you if she heard.

Ten minutes later, Lu Kang said, “Mr. Nian, we’re being followed by a car.”

“Since the gala?”

‘Yes.” Lu Kang nodded. “At the traffic light just now, I took a look in the rearview mirror. It’s a black Benz. It might be Mo Jin’s car.”

Nian Junting sighed to himself, “Drive to the front. I think there’s a fruit store ahead. Make a stop there.”

“You’re buying fruit?”

“Mm hm. I need to keep up the part of a good husband,” Junting answered.

“…”

Was he addicted to acting?

After Lu Kang pulled up, Nian Junting got off the car and walked into the fruit store.

Although he enjoyed fruit, he rarely bought them himself. Most of the time, it was Sister Lan or housekeeper Wu’s job to buy them. As for the times he went to Luosang’s apartment, he would only accompany her to purchase goods from the supermarket. He would leave her in charge of choosing the items, but would pay for the items and carry them.

There was quite a variety of fruit in the store. He picked up a bag and began filling it with grapes, raisins, peaches, cherries etc.

After about five minutes, Mo Jin’s silhouette appeared in the peripheries of his vision.

“What a coincidence. Are you here to buy fruit too?” Nian Junting asked as he stood up.

Mo Jin looked at the fruit in his hand and asked, “Do you buy fruit often?”

“Mm, I have no choice. The girlfriend loves fruit.” Nian Junting said nonchalantly, “She especially loves grapes. I have to peel the skin off every time she has them.”

The corner of Mo Jin’s lips curled into a smile. He had a strange expression in his eyes.

Nian Junting was afraid that he had said too much and might be suspicious, so he turned around to proceed to the cashier.

After paying for his fruit, Nian Junting said, “Take your time, I’m going to go first.”

“Hold on.” Mo Jin followed him out.

“Is there anything else?” Nian Junting came to a halt.

“You already know who I am, don’t you?” Mo Jin’s lips were curled in a vague smile.

The midsummer breeze brushed past Nian Junting’s handsome face, but his expression was frozen like stone.

“You must have done your research on me.”

Mo Jin said, “Business is not my forte. My career lies in direction and photography. I oversee short films and programs of the polar region. Although my crew is small and we do not place much emphasis on acting, I am still able to tell when someone is acting.”

Nian Junting, “…”

His outstanding performance had incurred suspicion.

“One more thing. Yesterday while Liuxi was on stage, he said that his surname was Mo. I think that if you’ve done your research on Luosang’s mother, you might be suspicious.”

Mo Jin continued saying, “And you appeared before me tonight. Yesterday you didn’t even have the patience to speak, but tonight you talked endlessly to me about Luosang, saying how well you treat her, how much you pamper her, and now you’re here to buy fruit. You must have known that I was following you from behind. I don’t think you buy fruit at all. Those grapes you chose earlier, were all bad ones.”

Nian Junting looked down at his bag of fruit. Indeed, there were a few bad grapes. This fruit store was terrible.

“You’re right, although I’ve been a little too deliberate. It was only because you’re Luosang’s mother.” Nian Junting could no longer keep up his act. His gaze deepened. “Why have you avoided Luosang? Don’t you want to find out more about your son-in-law to be?”

Mo Jin was speechless. “What son-in-law? I’ve never given you my approval.”

“Your approval isn’t important to me. What’s important is Luosang’s approval.”

Nian Junting straightened his back. “I believe you’ve investigated my past with Luosang. I sympathize with the circumstances of your marriage, but no matter what, you only gave birth to Luosang without doing anything else for her. I was there for her in her darkest hours. Where were you when she scrimped and saved, when she didn’t have enough for food and warmth, and when she was hurt by Yi Jingxi? I helped her through all that, so even if you dislike me, you have no right to keep us apart.”

Mo Jin’s heart felt as if it had been lacerated, writhing in pain.

She could feel her eyes getting warm.

“There are many things you don’t understand, but you’re right, I have not played the role of a mother.” Mo Jin nodded. “But what mother does not feel for her children? She is my flesh and blood. Abandoning her is like abandoning the most precious thing to me.”

Pausing momentarily, Mo Jin sighed deeply, allowing her emotions to settle down. “Look how I am. You must think that I’m wealthy and should have reconciled with my daughter. You’re wrong. I was only accepted by the Morrison family five years ago. For the past ten years and more, I have been bringing another child around in a foreign country, living day to day in poverty. Under these circumstances, how could I have come back for my daughter and make her suffer with me? If I had come back, I might not have been able to even keep my son with me.”

Nian Junting had heard about the misunderstandings between Xu Zhengxuan and Mo Jin from Luosang.

In the past, he might not have understood this, but ever since Luosang had become pregnant, he suddenly understood the responsibility of being a parent.

As a parent, who would not want the best for their children?

“Mum, rest assured. Luo and I will treat you well in the future.”

Sweet nothings were reserved for his woman. As for his mother-in-law, all that was needed was action.

Mo Jin, “…”.

Had she heard him wrongly? Who had asked him to call her ‘Mum’? Out of nowhere, a grown man calling her ‘Mum’. Mo Jin was shocked. How thick-skinned!

Just a bit earlier, Mo Jin was still reeling from the hurt in her heart. She was even worried that she would shed tears. But now, she was determined not to do so in front of this scoundrel. If her daughter was too gentle, she would be strict.

“Who’re you calling ‘Mum’,” she snapped rudely.

“You.”

Nian Junting never averted his gaze from her.

“…”

Mo Jin was now speechless. How did her daughter attract such an oddity?

“Stop trying to pretend to be close to me. I will not forget your attitude towards me yesterday.” Mo Jin laughed coldly. “Your eyes must as well have been on the top of your head.”

Nian Junting raised his eyebrows slightly. He knew that Mo Jin must have remembered what happened yesterday.

“I didn’t know you were Luosang’s mother yesterday.”