Reborn as a Weak Beauty Pampered by All Chapter 1674 - 1300: Part 4

Upon saying this, Feng Yi’s ears turned so red they almost dripped blood.

"You’re blushing."

Shu Han used a declarative sentence.

Feng Yi pressed his lips tightly together without making a sound.

But he knew deep down that Shu Han was right; still, his face remained unchanged as he asked, "How can you tell?" After both training and missions, his face wasn’t as black as a kettle bottom, but it wasn’t exactly pale either. Could she really distinguish his blush?

Feng Yi: "Alright, enough about me, let’s talk about you. When do you plan to stop being single?"

"It depends on fate."

Mo Yan avoided Feng Yi’s gaze, responding softly.

"Depend on fate? If you keep being stubborn, you can forget about encountering any fate in this life." Hearing Feng Yi say this, Mo Yan knew exactly what he meant, but his face remained unchanged: "Is living alone not good?"

"What’s so good about it?"

Feng Yi squinted at Mo Yan and said, "When you’re sick and in pain, or when you’re old and there’s no one to care for you, not even someone to talk to at your side, then you’ll realize how lonely, desolate, and sad it is to be single."

"With the country’s rapid development, future elderly care facilities will only improve from what’s available now. Living there, you’ll have food, drinks, care, and plenty of elderly folks to talk to when you want to. I don’t worry at all about this loneliness and solitude you speak of."

Mo Yan said emotionlessly, hearing this, Feng Yi rolled his eyes: "I said lonely, desolate, and sad."

"When you’re sad, don’t you feel cold? What you desire is warmth and companionship." Mo Yan’s tone was indifferent.

Feng Yi chuckled and said, "You’re great at talking; I can’t win against you. Just wait, I’ll have my sister talk to you."

"Are you sure you want to do that?"

Mo Yan glanced at Feng Yi and indifferently said, "Up to you."

"Brother Mo, can I call you my dear brother? You really don’t need to be so stubborn!" Feng Yi emphasized, "Knowing there’s no result, why make things difficult for yourself?!"

Mo Yan: "There’s a kind of happiness called ’watching over.’"

Feng Yi: "Yes, yes, there’s such happiness, but there’s also happiness called ’letting go.’"

"I haven’t done anything." Mo Yan said with a calm expression, looking at him, Feng Yi rubbed his brow and said, "You haven’t done anything to my sister, but you’ve closed off your own heart."

"When did you become so artistic?"

Mo Yan wasn’t uncomfortable; he remained calm, though a hint of mischief showed in his eyes.

"I’m talking seriously with you."

Feng Yi felt overwhelmed; he furrowed his brows and said, "Don’t evade the topic with me."

"..." After a brief silence, Mo Yan spoke: "Alright, let me tell you, as long as someone who stirs my heart appears in the future, I’ll give myself a chance to stop being single."

"I won’t bother you; you handle it yourself!"

Feng Yi admitted defeat.

"Summer insects cannot dream of ice, well frogs cannot talk of the sea, ordinary folks cannot speak of the way. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with the path I’m choosing."

Gazing at the distant horizon, Mo Yan murmured softly.

"And you’re saying I’m artistic, isn’t that describing yourself?" Feng Yi pretended to be cold-faced: "And you don’t care about brotherly friendships, comparing me to summer insects and well frogs, ordinary folks. Brother Mo, did you learn this sharp tongue from my brother-in-law?"

"Overthinking, aren’t you?! I’m just making an analogy, but I didn’t apply it to you."

Mo Yan smiled, saying, "You should go, and I need to get back to work soon, otherwise I’ll be late for my afternoon shift."

Feng Yi: "Alright then, I’ll drive you."

"No need."

Mo Yan shook his head.

"Get in the car, stop dawdling, or don’t blame me for telling my sister your thoughts."

"Childish."

"Right, I’m just childish. Hurry up."

"Then I’ll trouble you to be my driver."

The two headed for the car, Mo Yan said: "I’ll be home waiting for you tomorrow?"

"Didn’t we already agree? Now you’re asking again, don’t you want me at your place?" Feng Yi glared.

Mo Yan: "Not at all, I just want to confirm, so I can buy more food and meat to host you tomorrow morning."

"I want to eat twice-cooked pork, mapo tofu, stuffed peppers, cold mixed vegetables..." Blah blah, Feng Yi listed off several dishes.

"Alright, alright, I’ll make them all for you."

Mo Yan responded good-naturedly.

Hearing this, Feng Yi laughed cheerfully.

...

Dropping Mo Yan off at the entrance of his workplace, Feng Yi drove Shu Han to Shuimu University.

"Back already?!"

As the car drove into the yard, Feng Yi and Shu Han got out and walked into the living room, Kang Li’s face lit up with a blooming smile upon seeing them.

"Mhm."

Feng Yi and Shu Han nodded.

The three of them sat in the living room and chatted for a while, then Shu Han went upstairs to shower, leaving Kang Li and Feng Yi alone in the living room.

"You seem hesitant to speak, what’s wrong? Is there something you find hard to say to me?"

Kang Li asked with a smile.

"Sis, I... If I say it, I feel a bit sorry for my brother, but if I don’t, I’ll keep worrying about my brother’s lifelong matters. Should I speak up in front of you or not?"

Feng Yi sat across from Kang Li on the sofa like a timid little wife, looking quite at a loss.

"I thought it was something big!"

Looking at Feng Yi’s awkward demeanor, Kang Li chuckled and shook her head: "You’re thinking of getting yourself a partner and worrying about Mo Yan’s major life event?"

"Sis, you’re so smart." With everything said to this point, Feng Yi instantly felt less awkward; he looked serious, meeting Kang Li’s eyes and asked: "Do you know why Brother Mo doesn’t seek a partner, Sis?"

Kang Li’s gaze was calm and gentle, she said softly: "You don’t need to ask when you already know. Liking someone isn’t wrong, and Mo Yan is quite rational; he won’t become obsessed just because he likes someone. He simply hasn’t met someone more suitable for him yet."

"Sis, you... you wouldn’t happen to know Brother Mo likes you, would you?"

Feng Yi opened his eyes wide, his expression clearly a bit surprised.

"I know."

Kang Li answered firmly.

Feng Yi: "You don’t find his affection for you troubling?"

"Why would I think that?" Kang Li’s demeanor was natural: "Mo Yan hasn’t done anything outrageous. He’s simply developed a fondness for me at a certain age, but he hasn’t done or said anything inappropriate in front of me. Besides, in my heart, he’s just like you. You’re both my brothers."

"But Brother Mo and you aren’t related by blood."

"Precisely because there’s no blood relation, I respect Mo Yan’s own thoughts and give him time to slowly work through his emotional dilemma. If it were you, do you guess what I’d do?"

"Beat me up?"

"Exactly, I’d pummel you to the ground, once wouldn’t be enough, twice if needed, thrice if necessary, definitely draining all the water from your brain, letting you wake up clearly."

"How about you take time to beat Brother Mo up?"

"Save your concern. Mo Yan has a brain, he understands clearly. But when I see him, I’ll have a chat with him."

Kang Li certainly knew Mo Yan had feelings for her, but she didn’t dwell on it. After all, youthful affection grows easily, and she’s married. From Mo Yan’s perspective—a boy who’s clear-headed and wise—he knows it’s impossible, and won’t get deeply entangled.

Once he figures it out, he’ll naturally have a true romantic life belonging to him.