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In the time that followed, Mo Chengyan no longer felt that strong, inexplicable surge of love; only a faint longing lingered in his heart.

Mo Chengyan took the opportunity to secretly observe Lin Weiwei, occasionally getting close to her unintentionally, but found that he felt no ripples in his heart.

He breathed a sigh of relief, but then began to wonder where things had gone wrong.

Could it really be his icy older brother?!

Mo Chengyan's eyes flickered, and he remembered what the counselor had said about the "emotional resonance" between twins.

The scales in my heart instantly tipped in favor of "Mo Chengyuan".

His knuckles were slightly white as he gripped the phone, his fingertips tracing the name of "Big Brother" in his contacts.

My finger hovered over the button for a long time, but I still didn't press the call button.

You can't just call and ask, "Are you dating someone lately? It's making my heart race." That's just ridiculous.

[Should I secretly fly back to China and go home for a visit?]

Thinking of this, Mo Chengyan's eyes lit up. What a great idea!

Aunt Zhang: ⚆_⚆?

He immediately took out his phone and called his agent.

"David, what are my upcoming match schedules?"

A warm and efficient voice came from the other end of the phone: "Oh! My dear Mo, you don't have any matches scheduled next, but you still need to practice diligently!"

"That's great!" Mo Chengyan grinned happily.

David continued on the phone, "Oh, by the way, there's a sponsor's dinner next week that you need to attend. I've already picked out your dress, so..."

"David, I'm going back to China today. Could you book me a plane ticket?"

David on the other end of the phone stammered, "Back...back to China?! Why?"

Mo Chengyan leaned against the race car, his fingertips unconsciously tracing the edge of his phone, and said casually, "Nothing, I just suddenly wanted to go home and visit."

He had no intention of revealing the absurd reason that "he suspected his older brother's relationship was affecting him," otherwise David might keep pressing him for an answer.

David paused for a moment on the other end of the phone, then said with surprise, "Look? Didn't you say the other day that you were too busy to go back? And the dinner party next week..."

"David~ I haven't been back in so long, please, please~"

Mo Chengyan softened his tone, his voice carrying a subtle hint of coquetry at the end.

This tactic always works on David, who always dotes on him.

Sure enough, David's helpless sigh came from the other end of the phone after only a few seconds.

"Okay, okay, I'm really fed up with you. I'll book the plane tickets right away. As for the banquet, I'll talk to the sponsors to see if we can reschedule. If not, we'll just have to cancel it."

"I knew you were the best!" Mo Chengyan's face lit up instantly. "Book the earliest flight, the sooner the better."

After hanging up the phone, he casually put his phone into his racing suit pocket and turned to walk towards the lounge.

As I passed Liu Yang, who was chugging a can of cola, I quickly called out to him, "Hey! Brother Yan, where are you going? Let's go eat together later!"

"I'm not going," Mo Chengyan waved his hand without turning around, his tone revealing his urgency. "I'm going back to China. We can talk about dinner another time!"

Liu Yang's hand, holding the cola, froze in mid-air. Watching his retreating figure, which seemed about to run away, she nearly spat out her cola: "Back to China?! So suddenly?"

Hearing this, Lister, who was wiping the race car nearby, paused in his hand, raised an eyebrow, and looked in the direction where Mo Chengyan had disappeared.

"What's gotten into him? Why is he suddenly thinking of going back to China?"

Liu Yang swallowed a mouthful of cola, smacked his lips, and looked puzzled: "Who knows? So mysterious."

He shook the can of Coke in his hand. "Could something have happened at home?"

Liszt shuddered involuntarily when he thought of Mo Chengyan's cold and ruthless older brother.

"No way! With his cold and ruthless older brother around, what could possibly happen?"

Liu Yang thought about it and realized it made sense. Mo Chengyuan's aura was so powerful that even seasoned businessmen had to give him some leeway. The Mo family really didn't have anything that Mo Chengyan needed to rush back to.

He shrugged, squeezing the Coke can until it made a "crack" sound: "Yeah, I guess he suddenly had a tantrum and wanted to go home."

He then gulped down the rest of the cola and casually tossed the empty can into the trash can.

"Forget about him, shall we go eat at that new barbecue place?"

Lister put down the rag, dusted off his hands, and said, "Come on, I'm hungry."

The two left chatting and laughing, and no one pondered the reason for Mo Chengyan's sudden return to the country.

After all, Mo Chengyan has always been capricious, so it's not surprising that he occasionally has the habit of "doing whatever he suddenly wants."

Meanwhile, Mo Chengyan, who was the subject of their gossip, quickly returned to his residence and packed his luggage.

I just passed by a mirror and caught a glimpse of my racing suit, still covered in track dust.

Ugh, this outfit is too eye-catching, I should change into something else.

Mo Chengyan opened the wardrobe, grabbed a casual outfit, and put it on.

Instantly shedding the wildness of the racing suit, he gained a touch of youthful energy.

They immediately headed to the airport.

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Villa in Beijing.

Liu Yunshu was lying on the sofa video chatting with Mo Chengyuan.

"How's today? Still feeling lazy?"

Mo Chengyuan sat in the chair, holding his phone, his gaze falling on her not-quite-combed hair, and added.

"Don't just stay on the sofa all the time. Get up and move around after sunbathing for a while. Aunt Zhang made some white fungus soup, remember to drink it."

Liu Yunshu pouted, "Aunt Zhang has something to do back home and has to go back this afternoon."

Mo Chengyuan on the other end of the phone paused, his brows furrowing slightly: "Zhang Ma's gone? What are you going to do for dinner? I'll call Jin Dexuan and have them send it over."

"Okay~" Liu Yunshu replied in a drawn-out tone, her fingers unconsciously tugging at the tassels of a cushion on the sofa. "A-Yuan~ when are you coming back~"

Looking at her listless appearance on the screen, Mo Chengyuan gently tapped the phone screen with his fingertips, softening his voice.

"It'll be quick. I'll head back once the project here is finished, and I'll give you a surprise then."

"A surprise?" Liu Yunshu's eyes lit up instantly. She propped herself up on the sofa, and even her listlessness disappeared.

"What surprise is it? Can you give us a little hint?"

Just as Mo Chengyuan was about to say something, there was a knock on the door.

Assistant Lin walked in. "President, we can go now."

Mo Chengyuan nodded to him, then looked at Liu Yunshu tenderly.

"Okay, I have to go to work now. Are you sure you can handle being home alone?"

Liu Yunshu immediately sat up straight and patted her chest.

"Of course! I'm not a child anymore, so don't worry about what you're doing. I'll remember to eat dinner."

A gentle smile appeared in Mo Chengyuan's eyes as he instructed, "Call me anytime if anything happens."

He paused, then added, "Remember to check the door lock twice, and don't open the door for anyone at night."

Liu Yunshu nodded repeatedly, "Don't forget my surprise!"

"I can't forget it." Mo Chengyuan replied with a smile before hanging up the video call.

As she put away her phone, the tenderness in her eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a sharp, business-like edge. She said to her assistant, "Call Jin Dexuan first and tell them to prepare two of their signature dishes and a nourishing soup. Something light."

He paused for a moment, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes, then said, "Let's change one of the dishes to spicy chicken, but less spicy."

Assistant Lin thought to himself, "Tsk! This awful stench of romance!"

On the surface, he respectfully replied, "Yes, President, I'll arrange it immediately and make sure it's delivered to the villa before six o'clock."

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It was already 7 p.m. when Mo Chengyan got off the plane, and he took a taxi straight to the villa.

The neon lights outside the car window flashed by, but his grip on his phone tightened.

She was eager to expose Mo Chengyuan's "secret" but also inexplicably nervous, afraid that she might have made a fool of herself.

As soon as the taxi stopped in front of the villa, Mo Chengyan pushed open the car door and rushed inside.

He stood at the door and rang the doorbell.

"Boss, Mo Chengyan is at the door," Xiao Ba reported in real time.

"Oh? So fast." A hint of excitement flashed in Liu Yunshu's eyes.

As she spoke, she sprayed something on herself and waited for Mo Chengyan to deliver it to her door.

"Ding-dong! Ding-dong!"

Liu Yunshu, wearing slippers, hurried to open the door, but stopped as if remembering something just as her hand touched the doorknob.

He deliberately cleared his throat, feigning a slightly doubtful tone: "Here it comes—who is it?"

Mo Chengyan cleared his throat. "It's me!"

Liu Yunshu glanced at the smart screen by the door. "It's A-Yuan!"

She immediately opened the door and threw herself into Mo Chengyan's arms, "A-Yuan! You're back!"

Before Mo Chengyan could react, a familiar feeling of suffocation washed over him.

Holy crap! So this is what causes that suffocating feeling—it's a human weapon!

"You, you loosen your grip first!" Mo Chengyan's voice was a little tight, and his ears were turning red.

He had never been this close to a woman before, let alone so close that they were practically touching. The "suffocating feeling" made it hard for him to even speak properly.

Liu Yunshu wrapped her legs around his strong waist and her arms around his neck.

With foreheads touching, she pouted affectionately, "Ah Yuan, is this the surprise you were talking about? I'm so happy!"

Mo Chengyan looked up at the face so close to his, the faint fragrance of her hair lingering around his nose.

[Oh my god! She's so cute! Damn it! My brother eats so well!]