Sweet Adorable Wife, Please Kiss Slower! Chapter 1566 Full

As Mo Jiushang departed, his path led him through the garden where he observed the young Lu Chi, diligently engaging with a small shovel, as if on a quest for earthworms.

Lu Cha, arms crossed, cast a cold gaze upon his seemingly foolish younger brother.

“Sister, I can’t find any earthworms,” young Lu Chi lamented.

“Hmph,” Lu Cha responded, his expression unyielding.

“Sister, could you perhaps assist me in digging?”

“Hehe.”

Lu Cha’s demeanor only served to highlight Lu Chi’s perceived ineptitude.

A slight curve graced Mo Jiushang’s lips as he continued his drive towards the Golden Copper Sparrow establishment.

A peculiar and striking spectacle awaited at the entrance of the Golden Copper Sparrow.

A line of eight luxuriously appointed cars, each a different vibrant hue, were parked side-by-side, drawing the attention of numerous onlookers.

As the car doors opened, eight women emerged, their appearances ranging from pure and innocent to alluring and flamboyant, all possessing exceptional beauty. Among them were a pair of identical twin sisters, indistinguishable from one another when standing together.

The collective presence of these eight stunning women left the passersby in awe.

They appeared to be awaiting someone's arrival.

Just then, Mo Jiushang’s vehicle pulled up.

“Brother is here!”

Mo Yiqing, distinguished by her chestnut-colored hair, removed her sunglasses and moved forward to greet the stoic Mo Jiushang. After a thorough appraisal, she let out a hearty, almost mischievous laugh. “Brother, you’re increasingly resembling the gigolo I once kept.”

Mo Erle's cheeks flushed. “Sis, please be mindful of your words.”

Mo Sanyang placed a hand on Mo Jiushang’s shoulder. “Little brother, it’s been too long.”

Mo Siyuan and the others followed suit, expressing their own sentiments of missing Mo Jiushang.

Witnessing this affectionate reunion, the onlookers were filled with envy.

Mo Jiushang and his sisters proceeded inside. Mo Jiushang found himself at the center, completely enveloped by his eight sisters, a sight that would undoubtedly elicit envy regarding his good fortune with women.

Within the private chamber, the nine of them commenced their meal and conversation.

As the eldest sister, Mo Yiqing, naturally assumed a leadership role. “Little brother,” she began, “after all this time wasted, when do you intend to perpetuate the Mo family line?”

Her question was met with immediate agreement from the other seven.

The cacophony of eight voices speaking at once created a headache-inducing din, a primary reason why Mo Jiushang had initially chosen to leave home – the sheer noise was unbearable.

The Mo family was, to say the least, an unconventional one.

Mo Jiushang’s father, a successful figure overseas, maintained emotional distance. Consequently, he opted for ten women for in-vitro fertilization, successfully impregnating eight of them sequentially, resulting in the birth of eight daughters.

While Father Mo did not inherently favor sons, he still desired a male heir. After two years of dedicated effort, Mo Jiushang was finally born.

From his earliest years, Mo Jiushang was raised amidst the affectionate embrace of his sisters. While many would have reveled in such an environment, Mo Jiushang found himself perpetually concerned.

Noticing her younger brother’s silence, Mo Yiqing, well-acquainted with his nature, pondered for a moment before suggesting, “Why not follow Father’s example? Undergo the test-tube process and have eight to ten children. We have more than enough resources to raise them all.”

The others readily concurred.

“…” Even though Mo Jiushang had weathered significant storms, he felt utterly helpless at this moment.

His seven sisters were all in enthusiastic agreement.

Mo Jiushang cleared his throat, waiting for the clamor to subside before speaking deliberately, “You each have the right to pursue a life with the man you truly love.”

“What is this ‘love’ you speak of? Can it be consumed?”

“What is a man? Does he hold any intrinsic value?”

The eight golden flowers regarded the concept with palpable disdain.

Influenced by Father Mo’s teachings, his eight daughters had developed a contempt for romantic love, their minds preoccupied with familial affection and wealth. Despite Mo Jiushang’s departure from such notions years ago, he too had never entertained the idea of romantic relationships. Recollecting the peculiar pair at Lu Zhanbei’s residence, the corners of Mo Jiushang’s lips twitched upwards. “I will only consider having children with a woman who genuinely interests me, but I have yet to find such a person.”