Your Highness, your wife doesn't want you anymore!

The moment her warm fingertips touched the passenger door handle, she suddenly stopped, pondering to herself.

She had worked alongside President Mo for so long and had never heard of him having a girlfriend.

I don't think Mr. Mo has a girlfriend!

The car window slowly rolled down, and Mo Xuanze's gaze fell on her. He asked directly, "Assistant Wen, why didn't you change into the dress I had sent?"

Wen Nuan bent down and sat in the passenger seat, handing over the gift box containing the haute couture dress. Her tone was hesitant yet sincere: "Mr. Mo, this dress is far too expensive. This one alone costs 60,000 yuan. You should take it back."

Mo Xuanze glanced at the neatly folded dress with its tags intact in his eye bag, raised an eyebrow, and said with an unyielding tone: "Once something is given away by me, there is no reason to take it back."

"Besides, you're attending the banquet tonight as my date, so it's not appropriate for you to wear this."

Wen Nuan's cheeks paled instantly, and she subconsciously retorted, "This dress of mine is also very expensive. I gritted my teeth for a long time before I bought it."

"It's a discounted item from two years ago, only a thousand yuan." Mo Xuanze pointed out the truth and said calmly, "As my date, your outfit represents my image. Go upstairs and change into your dress."

Wen Nuan clutched the gift box bag tightly, then tried to negotiate, "How about I wear it tonight, but don't cut off the tag, and you take it back to return it tomorrow?"

"Made to order, no returns or exchanges once sold," Mo Xuanze replied calmly. "Go upstairs and change before coming back down."

Wen Nuan had no choice but to take her dress upstairs to change.

The quality of a dress costing 1,000 and one costing 60,000 is worlds apart. The fabric of the dress is smooth and soft, and the waist-cinching fishtail design outlines her soft curves. The delicate touch brought by the expensive material truly proves that you get what you pay for.

When she came downstairs again, Wen Bao'er in the back seat stared at her intently. Her short legs skipped to the front, and she grabbed Mo Xuanze's sleeve with her little hand, praising him in a soft, sweet voice, "Uncle Mo, my mom is so pretty~"

Mo Xuanze chuckled softly, then looked puzzled: "Why are you calling me uncle?"

He calls his younger brother Xuanbai "brother," but to him, he's "uncle."

He used to call him "Dad".

Wen Bao'er opened her big, round eyes and said matter-of-factly, "An uncle is an uncle."

Mom said that Uncle Mo is not her biological father and she can't call him that.

But Dr. Lin next door wasn't her biological father, yet her mother allowed her to call him "Dad." Bao'er secretly felt that her mother was acting a little strange.

Sir, it’s so strange[・ヘ・?]

Mo Xuanze frowned almost imperceptibly, deliberately teasing her, "Then why can't you call me Dad?"

Wen Bao'er answered honestly, "Mommy won't allow it~"

As soon as she finished speaking, the car door opened, and Wen Nuan got into the passenger seat.

Seeing this, Mo Xuanze stopped asking questions, stepped on the gas, and the car drove smoothly toward the banquet venue.

The car came to a smooth stop in front of the Chianan Banquet Hall.

Mo Xuanbai carried Wen Bao'er out of the car first. The little girl clung softly to his shoulder, refusing to let go.

Wen Nuan quickly stepped forward and reached out to take him, saying, "Mr. Mo, let me carry him."

She knew exactly how heavy her little girl was. She was not even four years old yet, and her body was full of firm little flesh. She was so heavy that her arms would ache after holding her for a while.

If she keeps gaining weight like this, Dr. Lin next door, who is in charge of Bao'er's health, will definitely make her give up snacks and eat more vegetables.

Mo Xuanbai gently shook his head, but tightened his arms around her. In his heart, Bao'er was a unique little toy that belonged only to him and could not be taken away by anyone else.

Mo Xuanze saw it clearly and stopped Wen Nuan, saying, "Let them stand together. Bao'er is happy to see them like this."

Wen Nuan could only turn to her daughter and gently coax her, "Baby, how about you get down and walk by yourself?"

Wen Bao'er wrapped her arms tightly around Mo Xuanbai's neck, burying her head in the crook of his neck and pleading, "No, no, I want brother to hug me~"

The warm breath enveloped Mo Xuan's fair skin, and a faint smile unconsciously appeared on the young man's lips as he used one hand to carefully smooth out the wrinkles in her light blue princess dress.

The four walked into the banquet hall side by side. The man was handsome and the woman was gentle. With the soft little girl in their arms, they looked like a complete and harmonious family of four from a distance.

Mo Xuanze led Wen Nuan to the main table and sat down, while Mo Xuanbai carried Wen Bao'er and went straight to the children's table that had been specially set up to the side.

They can only sit at the children's table.

The table was filled with all kinds of desserts and snacks. Wen Bao'er especially loved sweets and had already eaten two small cream cakes in a short time, with snow-white cream smeared all over the corners of her lips.

Mo Xuanbai finally understood why she was sincere.

Holding a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, she tilted her head up and pleaded with the boy beside her, "Brother, wipe my mouth."

Hearing this, Nuan Nuan at the main table not far away felt embarrassed and wished she could get up immediately and go over to wipe her daughter herself.

Bao'er was far too familiar with everyone. This man in front of her was President Mo's own younger brother, yet she ordered him around without any restraint.

Mo Xuanbai was slightly taken aback. He had never served anyone before, and he awkwardly took out two tissues and gently wiped them on her lips.

He didn't control his strength well, and Wen Bao'er frowned and pouted, feeling wronged: "Brother hurt me. Mom wipes my mouth very gently, it doesn't hurt at all."

Mo Xuanbai's fingers tightened suddenly around the tissue, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes. He whispered earnestly, "If I practice a few more times, I won't hurt you anymore."

On the other side, at the main table, several business partners came over with wine glasses to offer toasts, but Mo Xuanze politely declined them all.

His friend Fu Ting approached with a wine glass in hand, looking on in surprise: "What's going on? You're not drinking at all today?"

His gaze swept over Wen Nuan, who was wearing a haute couture gown beside him, and he joked, "And this lady, isn't she the same one from the last event?"

Mo Xuanze glanced at him indifferently, his aura turning colder. Fu Ting immediately raised his hands in surrender: "Okay, okay, I won't say anything more."

He secretly thought the man was stingy, but he held a grudge for a long time because he hadn't kept an eye on the mischievous Xuan Bai last time, and even wouldn't let him enter or leave the Mo family gate at will.

He couldn't even sneak into the underground wine cellar to steal a couple of bottles of good wine to take back as a gift for his grandfather.

Mo Xuanze glanced around the hall and said calmly, "Jin Si Nian isn't here, and Shen Yan Chen isn't here either."

Why did he come?

Fu Ting tilted his head back and gulped down a mouthful of red wine, then chuckled, "You have no idea, we haven't seen Jin Si Nian at all these past few months."

"His wife is pregnant with twins, and he devotes all his attention to her, staying by her side every day. He leaves the company entirely to his older brother, Kingsman."

"He even sent me a message a while ago, his tone full of anticipation, saying that my sister-in-law must be having a girl this time, and asked me to prepare a gift to congratulate him in advance."

"I fucking want to curse him; I hope he gets two big, fat boys!"

Fu Ting went on and on, recounting all the amusing stories about how Jin Si Nian was so eager for a daughter that he had even stocked up on several sets of pink dresses from the maternity and baby store.

——Small Theater

Jin Nian: You're the one who cursed me to have two sons!

Fu Ting, his face bruised and swollen, with Jin Si Nian grabbing his ear: You're not destined to have a daughter.

Jin Nian: You don't have a wife, but I do.

Fu, the simp who got dumped by his ex-girlfriend: Ouch!

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