Chapter 3

Mo Weiqing laughed upon hearing this: "If it were a boy, I wouldn't be able to part with him; if it's a girl, it might be better to let her starve to death."

Mo Weiqing was clearly accustomed to her way of life and did not mind hearing this. She explained somewhat impatiently, "There is no marriage law here, only ancestral halls. Even if you call the police, they won't intervene; there are too many cases, and they can't handle them." She then asked, "Do you see my belly? What does it look like I'm giving birth to?"

Su Mo was initially taken aback by the first half of her sentence. After she finished speaking, she pondered for a moment and replied, "I suppose this can be considered a virtue."

When Su Mo arrived, Mo Wei Qing was home alone, half-reclining on the imperial concubine couch, playing with her phone. She appeared listless.

After a heartfelt conversation with Mo Weiqing, Su Mo became increasingly cordial. However, Su Mo still harbored some resistance in her heart, and regarding Mo Weiqing's man, Shang Chun, he was nothing more than a scoundrel and a criminal in her impression.

When has she ever done such a thing? She has been pampered since childhood, and after graduating from university, she worked in a middle school, always in a clean environment, as if she were living in a vacuum glass dome. However, the glass dome is not sealed; Tong Ruian is her only window to understanding human nature. Yet, Tong Ruian does not drink alcohol, has never been drunk, and has never made her clean the dirt from his shoes.

Su Mo came to her senses, hurriedly turned off the stove, and rushed out the door in a flurry. She then heard the man panting and saying: "What are you afraid of? If she likes to listen, let her listen. You women are all the same; there are hardly any who are not flirtatious."

Mo Weiqing's demeanor shifted, a smile gracing her face, yet her teeth were clenched in anger: "If it had been two years earlier, it would have been a case of strong ^ assault ^ on a minor."

Zheng Jue felt embarrassed, yet he heard Mo Wei Qing's voice drifting out from the room: "Hey, you can go first."

Su Mo spoke somewhat dazedly: "This... if she has given birth, it seems like it could be used to accuse him of bigamy..."

Mo Weiqing, however, became more and more animated as she spoke, continuing: "He said that whoever gives birth to a son can follow him into the ancestral hall and be a co-wife with his main wife... They say that sour sons and spicy daughters are the norm, so you should make me more sour dishes in the future. Also, you have given birth before; just look at my belly, what do you think I am going to give birth to?"

However, before she could say anything, Mo Weiqing had already made plans. Taking advantage of Shang Chun's absence, Mo Weiqing straightforwardly told her: "Don't come here anymore; I don't really need you here."

Mo Weiqing pouted and said: "Yes, so many people miss you, can you handle it?"

Mo Weiqing sat leisurely at the dining table, scooped herself a bowl of soup, and spoke again: "Sister Su, you seem a bit simple-minded... but you give a sense of security. You must have many friends because dealing with you requires no effort."

The man certainly understood the meaning behind her words, feeling a sense of smugness in his heart, yet he did not show it. He lowered his head and asked her, "Is that how much you think of me?"

Mo Weiqing stretched lazily without a care, shuffling over in her slippers with a soft patter: "Look at me, I have never worn earrings, because in my next life, I will never be a woman again." Her tone was so serious when she said this that Su Mo was somewhat taken aback.

Su Mo ran out and slammed the door shut with a bang. The sun outside was scorching, making her face feel as if it were about to catch fire. Dazed, she walked along the curb for quite a distance, her heart still racing uncontrollably. In her haste to leave in the morning, she had not had a chance to drink any water, and now she felt dizzy and lightheaded. She stood for a moment under the sun before turning back in the direction of home, but then she turned her head to look at Mo Weiqing's residence. The house was completely obscured by other buildings, as if it were a mirage that had vanished. Only then did she feel a bit better. She stood for a moment under the sun before turning back in the direction of home, but then she turned her head to look at Mo Weiqing's residence. The house was completely obscured by other buildings, as if it were a mirage that had vanished. Only then did she feel a bit better.

Su Mo really wanted to say: I also do not wish to come

The man murmured with a nasal tone, "It has grown larger."

Su Mo fell silent for a moment, merely raising her eyes to look at her

Mo Weiqing said, "Seventeen," she took a sip of soup, "it truly is a child giving birth to a child"

Who would have thought that Mo Weiqing would say, "Actually, I think you are quite a nice person. I have a friend who needs someone to pick up and drop off her child at school. If you are willing, you can go to her place." She paused for a moment, "My friend is a woman, single, raising her child alone, and there are no unpleasant men around, so it is very quiet."

Mo Weiqing made a whimpering sound from the other end, resembling both crying and laughing

Su Mo despised such a notion and couldn't help but retort softly: "Don't think like that, you are a woman too, we all have lives."

She smiled again: "Unless you do not wish for tranquility"

Later, Su Mo encountered Shang Chun several times at Mo Wei Qing's place

Mo Weiqing let out a soft laugh and said, "Do you know that Shang Chun is my man? He will soon have two children. One is in my belly, and the other is in the belly of another woman. Do you know how old that woman is..." She paused, as if recounting someone else's story, using her gaze to encourage the other person to continue her narrative.

Su Mo was unable to turn around, staring blankly at the other person: "But... this violates the Marriage Law; one can only obtain a marriage certificate with one person. Isn't concubinage something that only existed in feudal society?"

Mo Weiqing gently touched his chest and collarbone, and said slowly: "I have been alone for too long, and no one has come to see me, which makes my mood worse. If this continues, it will not be good for the child. If you can come often, I will just let her go."

Su Mo was tidying up in the outer room and was about to return, feeling a growing inclination to resign. She could earn less money, but she could not tolerate this filth. Upon thinking of this, her originally anxious heart became calm instead.

After preparing the meal, Su Mo invited her to the table to eat, but she was too lazy to move. Therefore, Su Mo casually remarked, "Don't let the child go hungry"

Mo Weiqing remained composed, rarely displaying extreme joy or anger. Even at this moment, a peculiar smile lingered on her face

Su Mo murmured: "This, I cannot discern... there is no scientific basis..."

Su Mo diligently cleaned the man's shoes, feeling as though her hands had become dirty in place of the shoes, turning into a rag.

Mo Weiqing smiled and said: "Of course, pregnancy will cause one to grow larger. Is it possible that hers has shrunk? That would be quite extraordinary."

Su Moqiang suppressed his anger and silently pushed him away with force, wanting to distance himself from the situation, but it was already too late; Mo Weiqing had long been leaning at the door and had seen everything.

Shang Chun did not give a clear answer, as usual asking: "Where is she from? She seems to be from the Jiangsu and Zhejiang region, her skin is very fair."

Su Mo recalled the female students she had taught, as well as her younger cousin Zhong Sheng from her uncle's family, all of whom were at the innocent and romantic age of sixteen or seventeen, exhibiting childishness both physically and psychologically. On the other hand, Su Mo herself had a daughter, and with just a little empathy and imagination, she felt an even greater aversion towards such men, a kind of uncontrollable disdain and disgust that arose from her subconscious.

Su Mo hurriedly walked out. In contrast to her fluster, Shang Chun merely smiled softly, while Mo Wei Qing remained silent, fixating her gaze on Su Mo. Once Su Mo had left, Mo Wei Qing finally teased Shang Chun in a gentle tone: "You, as long as there is a hint of beauty, you cannot resist, just want to have a taste."

In that fleeting moment, the pride hidden deep within Su Mo quietly raised its head. However, in the next second, the self-mockery that recognized reality would strike it down fiercely.

Once, Su Mo was simmering soup in the kitchen when a man came in to brew tea. He walked almost right up against her back to the adjacent countertop, reached up into the cabinet to take the tea canister, and finally leaned in close to her in a very casual manner. The man was very warm, yet Su Mo felt a chill run down her spine

As Su Mo turned to enter the room, the man and woman on the sofa were passionately kissing, with the man's hand already inside Mo Wei Qing's blouse, gripping her chest tightly

Su Mo was completely stunned

Mo Weiqing actually found it amusing: "What is there to report? Even the mistress of her family doesn't care, who would go and report? Report to whom?" She sighed softly, "I have been with him since I was eighteen, nearly ten years now. Perhaps he thinks I am getting old and has taken a younger one who is twenty years his junior. Heh... Am I really old?" She raised her face and gently asked Su Mo, "Am I really old?"

The man also smiled, avoiding the question, and raised his eyes to catch a glimpse of Su Mo, who was looking disheveled and was lowering her head, trying to sneak into the kitchen. He felt somewhat annoyed and said, "Why do we still have someone coming over on the weekend? It's quite bothersome."

Su Mo stood there, momentarily unsure of how to respond

Mo Weiqing couldn't help but chuckle: "What a straightforward person you are," she thought to herself. "Seeing how genuine you are and that you come from out of town, I kindly want to tell you that in this place, you must never believe in any laws, any police, and even less in men—any men, whether they are just born or already one foot in the grave, handsome or ugly, fragrant or foul, cannot be trusted.

The following weekend, Mo Weiqing called in advance to inform her that she did not need to come over, and Su Mo felt a sigh of relief from the bottom of her heart. However, by the afternoon of the next day, Mo Weiqing invited her to come and prepare dinner.

In all fairness, Shang Chun is quite good-looking, appearing to be around thirty years old, despite actually being in his mid-thirties. Wealthy individuals tend to take good care of themselves, and of course, their wealth provides them with sufficient confidence and support, making their demeanor and behavior distinct from that of ordinary people. If Shang Chun had an unseemly appearance, Su Mo would feel somewhat better, but unfortunately, he presents himself as a seemingly respectable and successful person.

"A word of wisdom," she added with a smile

Mo Weiqing snorted and ignored it

The man laughed heartily, staggered to his feet, and with some effort, picked up Mo Weiqing in a horizontal embrace and headed towards the bedroom. Su Mo heard the man's heavy breathing and the woman's gasps of surprise, and she couldn't help but feel her face flush and her heart race, feeling even more embarrassed than the parties involved. All she could think about was leaving immediately, but the chicken soup was still simmering on the stove, the water had boiled, steam was rising, and it was bubbling noisily.

Su Mo had not yet fully processed her story, and at this moment, she could only be taken aback: "I don't know."