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An Qian pondered silently for a while and then said, "Did you change it as soon as you arrived?"

Little Ying shook her head. "I don't know the specifics either. I wasn't here at that time." I heard from Mother Rong, she also mentioned that at that time, the big lady personally went to the tree farm to pick these trees, they were all of high quality. When the workers were planting, the first lady said, "'Water fir, water fir, it is too late!'"

An Qian quietly listened and thought.

She could already deduce that Mo Yong Zhong liked the trees that were planted in the yard. Later on, a rift appeared between the two of them, and as the rift grew larger, the trees in the courtyard were all replaced by spruces. Did it signify the late arrival of their sweetheart, or did she never come again?

From this, one could see that the First Lady deeply loved Mo Yong Zhong. However, Mo Yong Zhong's heart changed as he became infatuated with the old poisonous object Guan Yong Mei.

Sigh! An Qian let out a light sigh. Creative creatures truly were making a fool out of people.

When the first wife was so beautiful when she was young, her personality was also very gentle. How could he be a match for Guan Wumei? Her husband had fallen in love with another woman and even openly brought her home, allowing her to be bullied and humiliated …

She had heard that Ye Han's mother was forced to death. In other words, she should no longer be able to endure Guan Yongmei's methods. She should be unable to live with any regrets and leave behind her two children, leaving behind a deep hatred in her life.

The past had been sealed away for decades. However, when the later generations learned of this, they would still sigh endlessly.

That girl originally had everything that was good, but because she loved the wrong person, it resulted in a regret that she would never be able to fill in for the rest of her life.

A gust of wind gently blew past. The branches of the water fir tree made a rustling sound, sounding like the quiet and euphemistic voice of a woman …

At this time, a figure came from outside the fence.

An Qian carefully examined the person who had arrived and found out who it was.

Little Ying also saw him and stood up excitedly. "Second Young Master, you're back."

An Qian calmly looked at her, but didn't say anything.

"Yes." Mo Eversnow pushed open the door and entered. He gave her a faint nod. He walked up to An Qian and asked, "It's already so late, why are you still sitting here? Can't you sleep?"

The corners of An Qian's mouth curled up slightly. "A little."

The color in Mo Ye's eyes was like the moonlight in the sky, gently pouring down.

"I've just moved to another place, so I'm sure I'm not used to it. It'll be better tomorrow."

"Yes." An Qian's smile deepened.

"Let's go back to rest. We have to go to the house for breakfast tomorrow morning." Mo Ye said coldly.

"Alright." An Qian nodded.

Mo Ye Han followed behind An Qian, and after walking a few steps he seemed to remember something. He turned his head and said to Xiao Ying who was stunned on the spot, "Xiao Ying, you should also go back and rest."

"Ah, oh, um, I see." Little Ying recovered from her shock.

She lowered her head and followed behind Mo Eversnow and An Qian.

Just now, their personal interaction didn't seem like the relationship between a brother-in-law and his elder sister-in-law at all. Each of them looked at each other as if they were communicating through their eyes, and the way they cared about each other was as easy as flipping their palm.

In the eyes of others, they were like a pair of sweet lovers.

Couple? Little Ying jumped in fright at this thought. She covered her mouth, telling herself, her guess must be wrong!

Mo Ye Han accompanied An Qian to the door and said good night to her. Before he left, he even gently stroked her forehead before turning around to leave.

On the staircase, Mo Yeyhan met Little Ying.

"Second Young Master, do you sleep downstairs?" Little Ying asked, pretending to be unconcerned.

"Yes." Mo Ye Han nodded lightly.

"Then what were you doing upstairs?" Xiao Ying asked with a smile.

"Send Qian Qian back to her room." Mo Ye Han answered and then stopped walking and said, "Little Ying, it's not too late now. Do you need to go upstairs for something?"

Little Ying nodded. "That's right. I seem to have forgotten that my mop is on the balcony upstairs. I'll go down and use it tomorrow morning."

"There's no need to go."

"Huh?" Little Ying was taken aback.

"If you go up now, the sound of the footsteps and the door opening will definitely shock her. The same goes for tomorrow. "

"Oh …" "Yes."

As Little Ying watched Mo Ye Han's leaving figure, a wave of disappointment surged up her chest. At the same time, she felt that Ye Han was overly concerned about this young mistress.

Besides, Eldest Young Mistress was so beautiful, and she knew about Eldest Young Master's situation as well. How could a woman who was so beautiful be willing to be the wife of a fool?

Could it be that her goal was … After Little Ying realized something, her forehead broke out in a cold sweat!

That night, perhaps because of Mo Yanxue's consolation, An Shuang fell into a deep sleep. Even in the days that followed, the quality of sleep was good. She had always thought that it was because of the feng shui problem in the old residence of the Mo family. Only later did Mother Rong tell her that when this house was built, the wood flooring and other items used were all from ancient trees in the mountains and forests abroad.

It was said that this type of ancient tree had a naturally tranquil fragrance. If placed in the master bedroom, it would have the effect of aiding in one's sleep.

An Qian suddenly understood. No wonder she had felt a faint fragrance the first time she had entered the room. At the same time, she was shocked once again. The Mo family was indeed a rich family. However, it was said that the Qin family of the south was not much worse than the Mo family. That year, when Mo Yeyue's mother, Miss Qin, got married, her family gifted her this piece of land as a dowry, and even made her bring a cheque worth ten billion …

Later on, An Qian also found out that ever since the eldest daughter of the Qin family met with mishap in the Mo family, the two families stopped contacting each other. This matter had caused Mo Hongyi to fly into a rage, and he only hated his own son, Mo Yong Zhong, for being worse than an animal.

The next morning, An Qian slept until she woke up naturally. Fortunately, she had plenty of time.

When he came downstairs, Mo Ye Han had already got up and was talking to Little Ying.

Hearing the sound of people descending from the stairs, Mo Ye Han raised his head and nodded at her, "You slept well."

"Very good." An Qian revealed a smile.

"Let's go." Mo Ye said coldly.

The two walked out side by side.

Xiao Ying stood in a trance. Mother Rong walked over and said, "Little Ying, let's go eat breakfast as well."

Seeing that the person who was lost in thought was unmoved, Mother Rong called out a few more times.

"Mother Rong." Little Ying said.

"Yes." Mother Rong replied.

"Don't you find it strange?" Little Ying's gaze was still fixed on the entrance, even though that pair of silhouettes was no longer there.

"What's strange?" Mother Rong was surprised.

"Mother Rong, don't you think that Eldest Young Madam and Second Young Master are more like husband and wife?"

"Ah …" "What?" When Mother Rong heard this, she immediately sucked in a breath of cold air. Little girl, do you know what you're saying? "